Jack Frost's Bride
It was an old magic, a true magic, and Anya plucked fern flowers and tossed them into the green bonfire, whispering to the crackling flame her childish heart’s desires, just as Baba Yaga had told her:
“I wish to be a hero when I am a woman, just like a bogatyr, but instead, a wandering witch!” Anya murmured, feeding the last blood bright blossom into the flaming neon green witch pyre. “I will journey farther than even Baba Yaga, to the deathless lands, where miracles like diamond fruit grow on ruby trees and firebirds are born. I will not know peace until I have seen the miracles of the deathless lands, and all the hundreds of dancing princesses – I will be queen of them all!”
“Be careful
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