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Once upon a time, there was a girl.  She wasn't a Princess, or an amazing warrior Queen, she was just a girl. And the girl would sometimes look in the mirror and think that maybe, just maybe, she was pretty.  That little hope led to a kiss just in the corner of her mouth and a sparkle in her eye.

As she grew, a wicked queen grew jealous of the girl's kiss.  She wanted there to be no doubt in anyone's mind that she was the most beautiful and that the girl was ugly.  So she started to taunt the girl and say unkind things, the girl was unhappy but when she looked at herself in the mirror and began to doubt herself, she saw that kiss and smiled again.

The wicked queen didn't know what to do.  She'd succeeded in making the girl quieter and more obedient, but the girl still smiled and the more she smiled the bigger the kiss grew.  Finally, in a fit of jealous rage, the queen cut the girl's face and the kiss fell to the ground.

The girl was stunned.  The cut was painful and as people were afraid to heal the cut and suffer the wrath of the queen, the girl had to clumsily stitch her face back together.  Now people were unkind to her of their own accord rather than orders.  They laughed at the cut that gaped open and soon the sparkle was gone from the girl's eyes too.  She no longer looked in her mirror.

But the girl was still strong enough to run away.  She ran to a neighbouring village where they fussed around her and wondered what to do about the cut.  They did not know how to heal it, and so they painted over it so that it could no longer be seen.  The girl was somewhat happier now that there was no grotesque cut to be made fun of.  But whenever she smiled, she could feel the burn of it as it opened slightly again and again.  She sought out witches to get rid of it for her.  They gave her potions that made the sparkle return to her eyes and blush to her cheeks.  But when she asked them to heal the cut, they simply took away her mirror.  Now, the girl couldn't see the cut even if she peered hard for it because she had no reflection.  But she could still feel it.

The girl went to a wizard and asked him what he could do.  He told her that he would do nothing, and that it was up to the girl to heal her cut in time.  Her friends did what they could to make her forget about the cut on her face, by painting over it and giving her hugs when she needed them.  But the girl still felt lost.

Now, the girl wanders around the forest.  Barefoot, hair loose and her dress ripped from the tangles of branches as she searches the forest floor for the kiss that she has lost.