I was a fairy, living in the mystic forest, away from the humans, until that fateful day when she found me. A cruel witch child with her bright green eyes and wicked smile.

She captured me, treating me like a toy, playing with me, laughing at my pain. She would force my tiny legs apart, trying to look at what was in between.

The pain was unbearable, not just physically, but also mentally. My spirit was crushed, my body broken. I was a mere shell of the vibrant fairy I once was.

One day, the witch child's mother found me. I was terrified, expecting her to be as cruel as her daughter. But to my surprise, she was kind.

She immediately started healing me with her magic, my body slowly mending under her gentle touch. She gave me a soft cloth to cover myself since my floral gown was stolen.

I told her my tale, of the pain I endured, of the harm her daughter had caused me. I told her of my broken legs, of the cruel games she played with me.

The witch mother listened to my story, her face a mask of horror and anger. She immediately called her daughter, demanding an explanation for her cruel behavior.

The witch child was defiant, refusing to admit her wrongdoings. But the mother was not swayed, she demanded a reckoning, a punishment for her daughter's actions.

I watched as the witch child received her punishment, a stern lecture and a slap on the wrist. I felt a sense of justice, but also sadness.

The punishment seemed too light for the pain she caused, but it was not my place to judge. The witch mother promised to keep her daughter in check, to ensure she would not hurt anyone again.

Over the next few months, the witch mother continued to heal me. My body was slowly recovering, my spirit was slowly mending. I was starting to feel like myself again.

Finally, the day came when I asked to summon the witch child. I wanted to tell her how she had hurt me, to make her understand the pain she had caused.

I looked at her, into her green eyes, and told her everything. I told her of the pain, of the fear, of the broken spirit. I told her how she had broken me.

The witch child listened to me, her eyes wide. She looked at her mother, then back at me. I could see the realization slowly dawning on her.

She finally understood, the magnitude of her actions, the pain she had caused. She apologized, promising never to harm another being, to change her ways.

I accepted her apology, choosing to believe in her change. I knew it would take time, but I had hope. I had survived, and I would continue to live.

The witch mother thanked me, promising to guide her daughter on the right path. She wished me well, hoping I would find peace in my heart.

As I left their home, I looked back one last time. I saw the witch child, a changed person, standing beside her mother. I felt a sense of closure.

I returned to the mystic forest, to my fairy home. I was welcomed back with open arms, the fairies celebrating my return, my survival.

I shared my story, my journey of pain and healing. The fairies listened, their hearts filled with empathy. They celebrated not just my return, but also my courage.

The days turned into weeks, then months. My body healed, my spirit mended. The memories of the pain slowly faded, replaced with new, happier ones.

I learned to forgive, to let go of the past. I found peace within myself, a sense of tranquility. I learned to live again, to enjoy the beauty of life.

I would often visit the witch mother, thanking her for her kindness, for her healing. She would welcome me with open arms, glad to see me doing well.

The witch child had changed, truly keeping her promise. She was kinder, gentler. She had learned her lesson, and I was proud of her growth.

From then on, I lived my life with a new perspective. I cherished every moment, every experience. I was a survivor, and I was stronger than ever.

Despite the pain I had endured, I found healing, I found peace. I learned that even in the darkest of times, there is always a ray of hope.

I am a fairy, a survivor. I am stronger, I am wiser. I am grateful for my journey, for it made me who I am today.