2 The Fairy Godmother

The first rule of Fairy Tale Endings: It MUST NOT Rain!

Fairy godmother Jean watched horrified as the sky darkened and thunder rumbled. The threat of a storm resonating across the heavens.

Inside the hotel, people were celebrating the newlyweds' union, ignorant of the impending rain. Meanwhile, the young godmother was outside, begging Fate to stop the rain from falling.

A senior godmother once told Jean that her name meant 'luck'. Back then, this made Jean extremely happy. But as raindrops began to trickle on her shoulders, Jean wondered if she should have clarified what particular 'luck' her senior meant.

Then, without warning, the rain poured.

"Just my freakin' luck," Jean grumbled.

Jean dropped her briefcase on the ground and retrieved her wand from her cloak's inner pocket. She sighed. The star at the tip of her wand was no longer as sparkly as it should be. Jean had exhausted her allotted magics for the day.

She turned to the floating lamps outside the hotel, and the millions of roses she had to conjure to fill up the wide garden. It was not Jean's fault that the useless prince told his bride he'd grant her her dream wedding. And it was definitely not Jean's fault that the prissy princess bride's dream wedding involved a garden filled with roses—with shimmering rainbow-colored petals at that—and floating angel-shaped lamps that sung when people pass by.

It wasn't Jean's fault. To begin with, where the heck did those ideas come from? Yet, she was the one to suffer the consequences. She pointed her wand to the sky, grumbling, "Please, just leave me enough magic to get home." And with a wave of her wand, the rain stopped.

Jean stared back at her wand. The star was now pure white. Not a single spark of magic left.

Sluggishly, Jean grabbed her briefcase. She stretched her arm and waved her dead wand continuously…to get the attention of the approaching taxi.