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Dancy O’Hara

Dancy O’Hara, MTC Maroubra

The death of an ogre

Once upon a time, there was a King and Queen who lived in Cittia. Cittia was a very busy place. Lots of people lived there. It was easy to get lost in the crowd.

The King and Queen had a Princess girl and a Prince boy. Life was nice, but the King had a deep dark secret, and he didn’t know how to deal with it. The darkness started to eat his soul like a spiteful ogre. He began to loathe his beautiful family, and slowly after time he tortured the love out of his family.

The Prince boy was sad, for the King and Queen outlawed playing and singing. The Prince boy did not like this new rule, as he could not stop playing and singing. His punishment was to be locked away in a tower with no doors, guarded by a dragon.

The Queen was torn by her love for the King and her children. She couldn’t stop crying, and flooded the kingdom with all her tears. The kingdom was drowning, so she was banished to a land far away. The land was hot and horrible, where her tears could do no harm.

The Princess girl also loved the King but no matter how hard she tried, she could not make the King see what he had done to his family. The Princess girl had a deep aching inside her heart. Nothing could undo the broken heart which heavily burdened her. She travelled to new lands, trying to find an elixir to mend her heart.

Many years had passed, and the Queen had made a new life in the barren land. She was happy now. The Queen had many animal friends.

The Prince boy could nearly escape the tower – the dragon was very old and very close to death. All he had to do was bide his time, and the dragon would perish.

The Princess girl tried to keep the kingdom together, but to no avail. The King continued with his hateful ways. The King died, choking on a grape, and his hateful legacy died with him.

The Princess girl eventually found the elixir, but not the way she had imagined. She gave birth to a beautiful golden boy, and she promised she would never pass on the things she was taught. She would teach her son to love, and be loved in return.

The End

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