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Once upon a time in a world full of chaos, there was beauty. This girl, though un-delighted, was the most beautiful creature you had ever set eyes on. This was Jasmina. Sally, Anne, and Sally-Anne were her three younger sisters. Little did Jasmina know that she was a witch. the witch of Mortinshire. Many a day, many a moon, many a year had passed, but all you could hear was Jasmina whistlin', cooking at her pot. Both Sally, Anne, were caring for little Sally-Anne. Mother had had a new baby, though smiles weren't for sale. It was all an accident, no money to pay for Rosemary. Rosemary wore her smiles bright without a ease, but little did she know that she was being cast away, with the littlest amount of ease. Orphaned though she was, she still wore her smile proud. Walking the streets of Mortinshire was not a party at all. 6 years had passed and Rosemary had somehow found a way to care for herself. Jasmina on the other hand had found Sage, the little girl that mother just had. "Take care of her for me, I cannot hold on... Any longer. I'm sorry." were her last words. She breathed her last breath, her hand fell to the silky sheets, her head fell to the lace pillow. All was chaos. Having her sixth child wasn't such a breeze. She died at age thirty-six, but no one noticed. "Marcella will take care if us, I hope she does not quit. for if she does our life will be lost." With little Sage she walked and walked around the brush she fought. Trying to find old maid Marcella, If she was at the garden weeding or not. And she was weeding. "Marcella. Mother has died." Jasmina whispered. "The queen has died." Marcella answered. "The queen?" Jasmina asked, her pretty face bewildered. "All hail the queen of magic, the witch of mortinshire, Queen Jasmina!" Suddenly, out of nowhere, Marcella waved a wand, a thick circlet of pure gold decorated with painted flowers on gold, topped the girl's head. One last thing: it was her thirteenth birthday.
Jasmina was terrified. she'd heard rumors that the Witch of Mortinshire was evil. People would.... wait... Marcella is her fairy godmother? Jasmina just said, "Marcella is my godmother?" when Marcella vanished, to appear behind her. "We must teach you the way." Marcella said. "WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" baby Sage cried. Rosemary was gone.
Wandering by herself in the gardens was fun, but easy to get lost. In her small cottage of a home, she had a gigantic garden. Marcella loved planting and had many remedies for her when she was little. Being but 2 years old, Rosemary was curious and stubborn. Little did she know she was about to have a surprise........
"Hey, kid." Rosemary shrieked. It was a cheetah that said that! "I heard your mom died. Is that true?" "Yes, Mr. Tiger, sir." Rosemary said as she shuddered. "I'm a cheetah!" the cheetah roared. "M-mother died while Sage born." Now Rosemary's grammar wasn't so very good, as she was only 2. "Jasmina got shocked over she was a witchie. Marcella told her." Rosemary had stopped shuddering, confident that since the cheetah had not eaten her yet, she was quite safe. "The witch of Mortinshire is dead? And young Jasmina is to learn the way? I must tell the king." The cheetah looked bewildered. "Who is king?" Rosemary asked. "The king of the animals, of course. The leader of the pack, the Panther! King Hatukk will be sorry to hear that Mistress Rowena, or your mother, is dead. He will have to teach Jasmina the way. And don't go asking me why the lion is not the king. His silly mane is just for show! Why, he's a coward inside. The Panther is the most high animal! Humans are so, so, impossible!" The cheetah turned his back to Rosemary, and walked away. He sauntered among the lilies, placing his weight on one side first, then the other. Humming a silly little tune, he walked off. Not sure whether it was a dream or not, Rosemary decided to tell Marcella. "Rosemary, dear, you mustn't go walking off like that!" Marcella said. "Marcella, Mr. Cheetah talked to me and said Mr. Panther, I mean King Hatukk would like to teach Jasmina the way. What is the way?" "Don't start talking nonesense to me!" Jasmina said. "Jasmina, we must send you to King Hatukk. sending the Cheetah must be urgent, for he is the fastest. we must go." and with Marcella, Jasmina, Sally, Anne, Sally-Anne,Rosemary and Sage, they were gone. All left in that cozy little cottage was Rowena, their mother's dead body, buried under the flowers. And they were seen in the woods the very next day, calling, "KingHatukk! King Hatukk! We heard your very urgent message!"
"King Hatukk!!!!!" Marcella cried, as she hugged the proud but soft panther. "Ah, Jasmina is here. Where is Rowena?" the panther seemed surprised the they did not bring Rowena. "Over here, your majesty," Marcella waved her wand that had been carefully tucked away in her dress, and Rowena appeared. "Rowena, your Majesty. Rowena, the ex- queen of witches, the Witch o Mortinshire!" Marcella bowed, and withdrew. The king pawed at a necklace on Rowena's, or mother's, as the children would've said, neck. The clasp sprang open, and the gold necklace fell to the ground. Picking it off the ground, Marcella said, "I can do the rest." And she put the intricately molded gold necklace caked with jewels around Jasmina's neck. "It's heavy." Jasmina said. "It stands for the weight you have to carry for the Witches." Marcella answered. Then, she put a gold circled that had been on Rowena's head on Jasmina, who said, "It's so light, I'm afraid it will be lost!" "This is for the responsibility of forgetting your people" and after Marcella said that, she fastened a few hair clips on the crown. With a cloud of sparkly substance, the forest was decorated for a coronation. The next day, donned with a purple robe and exquisite dress, Jasmina was allowed to sit on the throne. after everyone feasted, the leftovers and throne were whisked away, for a with of Motinshire does not need a crown or throne to show ones authority, only the necklace. And the tale of the withces' ancestry began, "The first Witch of Mortinshire, Queen Azure, was best friend to Queen Emma of Londornium. Londornium, at that time, was not quite as big as it is today. When Queen Emma died, Azure being ages younger than queen Emma, Azure appointed Princess Ricalla, Queen Emma's first daughter, to be queen. She was evil. At that time Queen Azure was only queen of Heidland, not a true witch yet. So her magic was not strong enough to oppose Princess Ricalla. Princess Ricalla then married Prince Robert of Notinshire, quite big at that time, and gave birth to Buttercup, who thankfully was very kind. Queen Azure, knowing Ricalla was planning to destroy Heidland, went up on the dangerously forbidden peaks of Cliff Mountain, and went to find Wise Man. Wise was very wise, as his nickname goes, and told Azure a secret: she had magic powers as strong, even stronger than a fairy's. After a month, she had cultivated her magic, with a helping and of Wise's knowledge, and was able to trap Ricalla. Prince Robert, though not evil, was also trapped with Ricalla on accident. This was their bondage forever. the kind-hearted, 3 year old Princess Buttercup of Londornium and Notinshire was adopted by Queen Azure, your great, great, great, great, great, great, a thousand times great grandmother. Buttercup was found to be pretty good in the magical arts, so Queen Azure treated her as a real daughter. Azure had no husband of her own, no children either so Buttercup was sometimes lonely indeed. On her thirteenth birthday, Buttercup was given the throne of Londornium, Notinshire, and Heidland, for Azure was retiring to devote her life to the magical arts. she was taken in by the folk, the magical folk of Mortinshire, so that is how the story ends. More like begins, for the reign of the witches followed on, Buttercup being the next Witch of Mortinshire. Some witches chose not to become royal, like your mother, and some had no choice because they had no younger siblings. The Witch is always considered queen of witches, royal to Heidland or not. Mortinshire became the center of all good magic, and Ricland, the land Ricalla named and conquered just before she died, is the center of dark magic. And the story goes on to your mother, Rowena, who did the great good thing: she conquered Ricland and retired to the cozy cottage you live in now. And as you know, the queen of Heidland right now is Queen Rolana." the king took a deep breath, and said,"Well, did you take all that in yet?" "I-I think so... It is quite hard to take it in all at once.Very hard, you would think. So Queen Rolana is my aunt? Then why isn't she the Witch of Mortinshire?" Jasmina asked. "WEll, the magic skips some." said the king. And he turned around and gave them food from his plate.
But before the food could be distributed, a swirling, angry cloud of black smoke whirled around them. Baby Sage wailed loudly. The smoke thinned, and with his cape flying and tossing in the wind, it was Count Robert. Looking quite like vampire, this ghastly uncle of Jasmina's was a long-lost relative. "C-count Robert!" Jasmina cried. "You mad it to the celebration." "You shouldn't have invited him." Marcella whispered. "The throne should be mine! I am theonly true male heir to the throne! My magic may not be strong as naive Jasmina's but she will pay for what she has done!" Count Robert yelled, looking very vain. If you were able to see the queer and unsatisfied look on the Count;s face, you would know how scary he looked. "What did I do?" Jasmina asked. She was too late, for there was silence. Robert was gone.
"Jasmina! Don't you know that Count Robert, how should I say this, the bad guy?" Marcella asked. "Marcella, I'm sorry. But I'm willing to start Magical Training to beat him." Jasmina tried to sound hopeful. She tried to smile. "Where's Sage?" Jasmina asked. The baby was gone. "Sally, Anne, Sally-Anne! Where are you!" Jasmina yelled, for they were gone too. Three heads poked out of a bush behind the Panther. "Count Robert-- Scary!!!" they yelled in unison. "Marcella, can they learn Magic with me, so we can fight together?" Jasmina asked. "It all depends whether or not the magic skipped them, and we have to find Sage first."
"Sagie! Sagie! Little Sagie!!!" Sally yelled. "Baby Sage! Sagie! Sagie!" Anne yelled. "Sage! Sagie! Baby Sage!" Sally-Anne yelled. "Sagie!" Rosemary giggled. Suddenly, Sage crawled out from under a bush. "Rowmary!!! Rowmary!!!" Sage tried to say "Rosemary." Jasmina smiled. "Oh Sage!!! I should have kept my eyes on you."
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HAHAH it's SO long! 
That here is King Hattuk.
That here is King Hattuk.
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