Once Upon a Time,
There was a small kingdom, ruled by a king and queen. The lands were deep in the forrest and so had no subjects. Still, the king was a tyrant. His word was law. The Queen suffered under his rule and bore him a son. The young prince suffered her violent temper. Were it not for the old crone to care for the boy, he would have been alone. The Queen though unwilling to spare affection for the boy, still resented the old crone for it all the same. And so she had the crone locked in the dungeon, left to waste away.
One day, the king passed away, leaving the queen as new ruler of the land. Now in charge, the queen proved herself no better. Her lands were not enough for her and wanted more and more and more. She had but one asset to spend, her son.
The queen went to the crone, a practitioner of arcane arts from days gone by and insisted upon her aid. The queen threatened the crone with her very life, giving her no choice but to comply. And so, under the queens orders, the cro