I have to find somebody to clean this room. Cob webs every where. Where is that lazy chamber maid? They probably think that I was too old and weak to see what a slobby job they did.
But I am not weak. My powers grow day for day, and soon the princess will turn 16. Soon she’ll fall for the curse, and I am free. Free to grow my powers for the next hundred years.
I’d sworn to revenge the humility bestowed upon me by fairy Jane. People think I’m dead, now, because nothing bad has happened to Jane. Yet. They had no idea how patient I can be. I will get my revenge in the end, and I don’t mind waiting.
It feels good to have something to live for.
As I glance through the tower window, my pet dragon flies by. He is no bigger than a cat, but still mighty powerful. The woods around the building withered and died under his tiny flames. The earth is scorched and no new life takes form here.
