The prince little witch

The gentle ray of the bright sunlight peeped through the curtains and landed on Layla’s cheeks, she turned and swiftly dragged the bed cover on her face and silently moaned

She opened her eyes slowly and closed them back immediately as she was greeted by the bright sun on the edge of her window

Suddenly she got up and blew at her hair which was scattered all over her face and tiredly got down, her long white hair followed her as she stopped to look at herself in the mirror

She could hear the sonorous voice of her grandmother down the stairs and she shook her head tiredly

She knew all her stories as she had been telling her since she was little about how good a singer she was in her youth and Layla could say the stories breathlessly

She dragged her feet down the stairs and silently joined her grandmother in the kitchen

She was greeted by the familiar smell of eggs as she happily peeped inside

‘Layla, what the hell did you do’

Layla looked around and shook her head

‘Nothing’

Her grandmother smiled and immediately brushed her hands on her hair as her hair turned black immediately

‘I told you to change your hair color every morning..why are you so stubborn’

Layla sighed and held her grandmother’s hands tenderly

‘I’m tired of hiding everyday for 20 years, I can’t interact with people, I can’t go out as I like and no one even knows the color of my hair...granny why are we living like this’

Her granny smiled as she brought her down to sit with her

‘Why are you talking like this, you also know the situation on ground, we are witches and we are not wanted here, the king would have us killed if we are noticed and which is why you must protect yourself and keep your hair from the people’

Layla nodded slowly

‘I know but isn’t there anything we can do, I understand the king hates us but you once told me witches were a main part of this place, why do the king dislikes us now’

Her grandmother got up and faced her slowly

‘I don’t know.. all I’m asking you is to to be careful and do not forget about your hair anymore..set the table and wash yourself ...the food is ready’

Layla looked away sadly and sighed

She had been with her grandmother since she was born, her parents were killed right after she was born, at least that was what her granny had told her

Ever since then, she had mastered the tricks and spells of a witch , learned to control her powers and drank potions every time

She never attended school but only peeped at children going and she never had friends

‘After eating, you would help me go to the backyard to get some leaves...there is a potion I learned about last night.. let me see what I can do’

Layla couldn’t read and she only knew the local language of the town as she only looked in admiration at people who spoke in other languages

She knew her life was doomed