We will start with a list of Characters
The characters play seduced with the passion of a make believe spell.
The Witch: Anna Funk created by rumor. to know her is to truly fall in love with mystery. her spells are cast on those that need to find a better sense of self.
The Three Dwarfs: misfits escaping the work camp of the seven dwarfs, they find a place in a world of music, they whistle a tune to induce a euphoric peace of mind.
Awake Beauty: trapped in manic mode, living in a tower built from glass shards, she tippy toes as to not disturb the delicacy of the human experience. "She had a fancy beautiful face"
Sleeping Handsome: well on his way to achieving the title of "The Prince" as Awake Beauty discovers his sleeping soul and tries to wake him by gently kissing his hand. He empowers her
A Fairey: but not always, as she has a streak of light and dark. the ability to turn into an elf of disturbing disaster,suddenly becoming grotesque, screaming with temper, her ears become pointed, her nose long and pointy; no longer is she able to fly but a creature made for living in dark dirty tunnels underground, leaving her flawless beauty in the magick mirror.
The Villain: always hungry, a glutton, devouring your soul. there is never enough to feed this villain. He is the overpowering giant.He has no instinct and is tossed into the raging sea of demons. A spell is cast to silence him.
The Author: Amalie Grimm: a part of this magical story, as she discovers a type writer in her attic, a part of her past unravels. THE TYPEWRITER SEEMED TO HAVE A LIFE OF IT'S OWN...some one wanted to destroy it, but as we know how magick works, we also know there are very few that have access to it, making the typewriter virtually indestructible.
Three times there were close calls, Amailie realized, some one didn't want her to write this story; The story of power. She lived a low profile
Death: detaching ones self, the destruction of ego.
Demons: our worldly addictions,controlling our existence.
Instinct: the power to cast spells is found here
by the ripening of the figs she visits me,bringing insight and wisdom from the other side. Potions are made from the sweet nectar, to be sipped in the heat of the day. She lived her life imprisoned and I was taught by her mistakes.
mirror,mirror,on the wall
a reflection of my soul
watches me
a beautiful image of peace comes over me.
