Already in
possession of the scarab, Rosella couldn’t find a logical reason to
return the glass eye to the three blind
witches. They would only use it to try and harm her again.
Thinking this the wisest answer, the princess turned on her
heel, ignoring the wailing witches begging for their eye back.
Their curses of “wretched girl” and “you will suffer” slid
off
her elegant back. Rosella was focused on her quest, so much
so that she never saw what happened next coming.
“Surprise!” came a familiar voice dropping down from atop the mouth of
cave. It was Jenna! But Rosella was so startled
by the sudden appearance of the lost fairy that she stumbled backwards
and accidentally tumbled over the edge of the
boiling cauldron! Her long legs kicked into the air and down
she went into the sizzling waters. It was such a system
shock and awkward angle, try as she might, the clumsy princess could
not right herself. While her sheer white legs
kicked and jerked, her vermilion skirt fanned out over the top of the
black cauldron like a tablecloth embarrassingly
revealing the hags and Jenna a very unladylike view of her
undergarments! The shock of the green boiling waters and
the embarrassing show was too much for the young princess to endure and
she quickly expired. Her wildly kicking legs
settled down, the backs of her knees resting on the edge of the pot,
hanging out, heels dangling on her stocking clad
toes.
“Oops,” squeaked Jenna in a guilty tone while she bit her thumb.
“I didn’t think THAT was going to happen!”