Curse or Blessing?

She had a curse. Well, not a curse it was more like a mark, on her left hand. Why did she have this mark? I’ll tell you but first you must hear her tale. Her tale is a fairy tale you might say, and it starts out how all fairy tales do:

“Once upon a time in a land far away a little village was tucked into a valley that was surrounded by majestic mountains. Spring was just beginning to bring blossoms to the valley floor and melt what snow had been in the little valley. But the peaks of each of the mountains round about still had their winter capes on even though the land around was shedding their coats of white for the color of spring. 
Under the shade of the pines and evergreens it was paradise. The light was soft and the air and ground was damp. Flowers were poking their heads out of the earth and little creatures were scurrying about. Creatures of every kind, hedgehogs, fairies, brownies, and many, many more were getting ready for the festivities of May Day and the coming warmth.

            Mean wile the village was bustling to. The people were exited, for the king was traveling as he did every year though their small village from his winter fortress to his summer domain in Simplariya. The king would be spending the night there for it was to far to travel through the pass to the next town though it would be more suitable for a king to rest in a wealthy town then a lowly village.

           The whole town was excited and bustling for the arrival of the king. But there was one though who was not exited to see the king, this person was usually the most joyful, though not outgoing, she was one who always seemed to find a friend in every one she met in the small village. She was happy because she thought she had every thing even though those who saw her took pity on the pitiful sight she made of a thin girl in rags trying to make her hair the prettier by putting flowers in it like a crown. Those who happened to catch a glimpse of this girl might of thought her homely or poor but she knew otherwise, to herself she was a queen crowned in gold and in a dress of the finest silk and indeed in her enchanted forest near the unicorn’s layer she was a queen. This girl had always lived in the town and nobody new where she had come from, and to say it quite plainly, nobody cared. She survived quite easily in the woods by eating the berries and various fruits and vegetables that grew in the forest. This girl was about the age 13 but no one really new. She never had liked the king because every time she saw him she had this terrible feeling that she knew him very well and that she did not like him. She felt that in some way he was evil. She knew that she should not judge him so for he was kind when in the village and made many a good law. Well at least that is what she had heard when travelers came by. There was another reason that she was not happy that the king would be arriving. Well it was her birthday and nobody would care they would all be paying attention to the king and his royal family and nobody would even notice the small girl that would slip away into the woods as soon as she had done her part in the preparations.

Slipping out of the tree, where she had been safely perched till she had seen the messenger run by, she turned to make her escape into the woods. "Girl! What are you doing come here their are preparations to be made!" The call was like the crack of a whip bringing the girl to a sudden halt. Turning she put on her best con artist smile saying, "I was just coming in" Grumbling under her breath as she walked the wound her way to the kitchen.
And it was no normal kitchen. Cookie liked her kitchen to be in the perfect state of "organized chaos" as she called it. There were pans pilled all around the small space and flour covering everything. If one walked in who didn't know cookie they might think that a small tornado had just gone through the place.