The prince was so, so evil. So full of evil. A black heart. The fairy, the magical fairy, was trapped out. She was angry at the prince. She felt eternal hatred for him. The prince was standing at the gate, still refusing. She, after not being allowed to enter the castle, muttered something under her breath. She took one last look at him, his handsome face and all, before she cast the spell. She had shown him no mercy, for she had casted the most powerful spell she had. Nylon had changed. He was no longer who he was...
Hakeem (M H)
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