Truth Hurts

An ugly witch named Arlia wanted to marry a handsome prince. She had her heart set on Prince Ruddie. But. He wouldn't have anything to do with her. No matter. How many ways she disguised herself to attract his attention.

Ruddie's heart had been given to another. Cazna was no beauty to look at. She possess a sweet, loving personality.

Arlia became furious the day she heard the new spreading throughout the fairy kingdom. She couldn't believe he'd chosen to marry Cazna. So mad was she. She set about planning their downfall. Mixed. And stirred the brew in the pot over the fire. She ranted. Raved of her hatred for Cazna. Finally. The concoction had been brewed long enough. Arlia bottled the mixture. She waited until the day of their wedding. She poured some of the mixture into the drinks of Ruddie, and Cazna. And the guests.

Still she waited. The day arrived she knew would come. News of Cazna's pregnancy spread throughout the kingdom. Arlia clapped. She danced around the fire while she chanted. She sent her spell to Cazna, and the unborn children.

Once the babies were born they caused trouble. Buff had the look of an angel about her. Biff did everything he could to annoy her from the day they were placed in their cribs at home. And grew more naughty over the years.

The king decreed Biff and Buff, should be kept separated. Each baby was to be placed in a different room. This didn't stop the mischief. They carried on their destruction of the fairy kingdom.

By the time they were able to walk, Biff and Buff, were declared a nuisance to the kingdom. Said to be a danger to the sanity of the residents. The fairies were so confused no one knew who was telling the truth. Or lied.

Biff, and Buff, were banished from the kingdom. Soon the place returned to its once peaceful existence. They were cast off to a far off land in the hope they'd learn to control their ways. Stop causing so much trouble.

But. Over the years, Biff, and Buff, didn't change their ways. Neither did they grow up to become proper fairies like the rest of their relations. They became little imps who went their merry way tormenting everyone who came their way. The last skirmish was the end of the road for their pranks.

They had used their zaps to make two girls fight. The girls kicked. Scratched. Pushed. And punched. When their mothers arrive to find our what was happening, the mother felt the sting of the zaps. Each mother looked at the other. They parted their daughters. A look passed from one mother to the other. Each remembered a time when they had to be pulled apart. Memories of other people who had complained about being zapped before the fight broke out.

“Time to take a stand,” said one mother with a twinkle in her eye.

“Yes. About time those mischief makers are called to account,” announced the other mother, ready to put her powers to the test.

Each mother took a daughter to place them at a safe distance from the scene.

“Don't either of you move from there,” both mothers warned.

The both of them walked back to where they had felt the sting from the zaps. Both took deep breath to calm the body. With hands raised toward the forest. The mothers began to try to remove the mischief makers from their area.

“Oh, ye Spirits of the forest,

Come. Bring your magic.

Power of the trees, the strangling vines

Cast a net, tight and strong,

We beseech you, do this right,

With the help of the universal forces

Restrain Biff and Buff,

Do your work, make everything calm

Restrict their mischievous behaviour.

Caused trouble all their lie,

Incarcerate them together

Let them fight with all their might

Until they learn right from wrong.”

Both mothers waved their hands above their head. Day became night. Dark storm clouds rolled across the sky blocking out the light. Wind blew a gale through the trees sending dust, and leaves flying high into the air. Lightning struck lighting up patches in the darkness. Thunder roared covering the squeals of Biff, and Buff. The branches. And the vines. Boxed them into a confined cage. Lightning zigzagged, across the sky to strike the entangled cage casting it adrift. The gale blew the cage away from the area. The storm. And darkness. Disappeared quickly like it had arrived.

“You have done well this day,” said a loud voice, once the storm had passed. “The fairies will be pleased the spell has finally been broken.”

Both mothers looked at each other in wonder. They had only been putting on a show to try to frighten the culprits, who had been causing trouble in the area. Believing there were a couple of people carrying on the tale of some ghosts who had supposed to roam the area. Didn't realise they had caused such a display. Stunned. The two of them collapsed to the ground. The girls rushed to their mothers. Praising them for what they had done. Thinking not to upset their mothers in the future. They had supper powers.