Her Eyes

There was once a girl, a delicate little thing with brilliant eyes and soft hair. Lydia Balkman, part of the most beautiful, prestigious clan, was the most beautiful girl in all the lands. Her entire clan was known for their light blue eyes and kindness. Every boy fantasized and adored over her.

Prince Theodore, perhaps the most charming prince the land has seen, had seen Lydia on his tower. He spotted her from hundreds of feet away, and was entranced by her beauty. This prince was always handsome, with dark curls and a great sense of humor. Every girl had eyes on him.

So when he declared his love for Lydia, everyone was livid. The boys were upset that their beloved prince stole Lydia from everyone else. All the girls were angry and jealous the Lydia got the prince and they didn't.

The two got married a few months later, which enraged Ophelia Andres like no other. She was one of the ugliest the land had, which made her very self-conscious. She, like all other girls, was in love with Prince Theodore, and was extremely jealous of Lydia. Something no one knew about her was that she had witch ancestry. With all the anger fueled up within her, she stormed to the palace courtyard on the day of the wedding.

She screamed in disgust at Lydia's dress. "On this very day, that Balkman clan won't be celebrating, no, but watching us with jealousy. They will know how we feel, being ugly and shamed with their beauty. They will feel how we feel, longing to be just like them! Let them watch us with jealousy!"

Ophelia, eyes flashing in anger, waved her arms around, bright lights blinding everyone. It was a few minutes before the lights vanished. Ophelia looked up and smiled. The sky was the very color of her eyes. Lydia's eyes.