Witch and giant

Once upon a time and yet not so long ago, there lived a big powerful giant with a mighty ability. He always knew what other people knew, knew what they spoke of and what they thought of. As the days went on, this made him important and the giant-folk looked up to him...males wanted to be him and the fair ladies wanted his power, his gold and his fame.

The powerful giant liked the attention and continued perfecting and exercising his powers. His fame grew and spread, until it reached a little white witch that lived with her little witch-folk in the same kingdom. You have to understand that while her sorcery was forceful, she never used it for evil and so she was a white witch. She spent her days speaking good of both giants and witches and through her words folks came to admire the ones that she spoke about. She lived in her little world undisturbed by dreams of grandness and power. She was happy to be just that, a little, white witch.

One day, as it usually happens in fairy tales, the fairy godmothers decided out of boredom that it would be rather entertaining to throw the powerful giant and the little witch together, then watch in amusement the way the story unfolded. They thought the two mages would fight for dominance over each other, not sparring pointy spears and sharp blades. They thought they'd fight to outwit each other with clever analogies and quick repartees, but instead, they met and had eyes only for each other.

He said the little white witch was adorable. He liked her energy and enthusiasm, her innocence and devilish fury when not treated seriously, and most of all, the way she never wanted or asked for anything from him. The little witch liked feeling safe with the great giant and was intrigued that someone so big w...

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... not undo. She still loved the powerful giant with a red fire, for they were the same. Two sides of the same coin. Her evils side matched his and his caring side hers, and that worried the giant. He said he didn't want her, but he would miss the little witch still and tell her he loved her, come looking for her high and low. And the little witch was torn right apart. But then one day she went to the town for herbs, needed for her heeling spells and she met a prince. Not her prince mind you, but a prince nonetheless. And the prince who had never seen another white witch before asked with total captivation 'Are all white witches as unique as you? Do they stand out as much?' and she remembered what the Mother of Tartars told her. She smiled, thanked the prince, took her spell-casting herbs and with a complete sense of peace went to back to her little white-witch's ways.