I was lying in bed, when a big noise coming from the kitchen made me lift. I ran towards it: it was my mother, who at her age can't use magic but was trying to prepare breakfast; her body couldn't bear it and she ended up on the ground.

"Mom, what are you doing?! Don't waste your strength; you know that you can't use your magic anymore. Let me prepare breakfast", I said and send her to rest in the room. With tears in my eyes, I prepared breakfast with the few things I found in the kitchen; there was only enough for one of us. Without hesitating I gave my mother the cream.

Our financial situation was not the best since my father abandoned us for another woman and left me and my mother when I was only ten years old. Now at my 21 years I do barely remember him. Ever since, my mother gave me her all; at night she used to tell me my favorite story "Blue" about a rejected blue bird, making me forget the absence of my father until I was able to overcome it.

Nobody knows what we are and what we can do. My mother always told me to only use magic if it's really necessary, whereby she never let me use it in her presence. She's now the price for using that power for everything. The excessive use of it made her lose strength and beauty, but she still keeps doing it. For my part, I have no other option but to let her do.
For years we've had a quiet life by ourselves and with a lot of effort we even managed to open a bakery in the village. But over the time, we lost it for the taxes of the kingdom. Hundreds of debts began to arrive that it was impossible for us to pay them all.

The king was a person without scruples that did not miss the payment date of the taxes. We had been delayed two days when they arrived. The collectors came to our house and began to knock loudly on the door. My mother, scared, ordered me to hide which I did not want to do. With her last forces, she created a witch wind that pushed me to the basement and locked me, covering the door with a carpet. I could only hear the conversation from the distance.

"Lady, stand aside. You are two days late and owe the king ten peseta's of gold. We come to impound your property."

"No please, don't do that. It have only been two days and I don't have anything to pay you with."

"It is none of my business, old stupid. The law is clear and it's explicitly said you have to be punctual with the payment."

"Old bastard! Go away!"

This were my mother's last words. Through a small hole in the ground, I saw how she faced the man and how he stabbed her taking away her life. The blood began to spread on the floor, falling through the hole to the basement. With my hands covering my mouth, I couldn't stop crying and screaming while watching them take the few things we had in our house. I waited for the night to fall to leave my hiding place and see the corps of my mother on the floor.

I could not take her voice out of my head while I wrapped her in a sheet. I went to the shore of the river and dropped me to the ground raising my hands to invoke a spell that made my mother's body disappear little by little leaving her ashes to fly to finally fall into the water.

I returned home to pick up some of the things they had thrown away like our belongings and some pictures when I found a necronomicon that my mother had kept hidden. While browsing it I was enlightened knowing how to avenge my mother's dead.

Homeless and without a place to go, there was only one way to get to the castle... I had to become THE FALSE PRINCESS