Once upon a time, in a forest called Bright, Marily, a four-year-old girl, lived happily with her parents; a good witch called Goodypie and her husband, Mr. Goodweather.
All the creatures of the forest loved Goodypie because she could always ruin the evil potions of Meanloudmouth, a very bad witch.
One day, while Goodypie was boiling some plants and flowers in her big cooking pot, Marily noticed a little house appear in the pot. Suddenly, Marily fell into the pot and by the time she was rescued by her mother, Marily had changed into a mean-spirited and wicked person. Marily ran into the forest and away from home.
As her parents were trying desperately to find her, they discovered that their daughter had turned into the notorious Badfreaky, the meanest witch of them all, who could silence any enemy by turning them into stone.
Meet Konstantinos V. E. Adamopoulos
My name is Konstantinos Adamopoulos. I am a teacher at a Primary School in Alimos – Athens, Greece. I live here with my wife and my daughter Marily. I like sports, traveling, and fairy tales. I am now writing a fairy tale about the life of Badfreaky the witch. It is a five-book series. Why do I write these books?
Please read below:
“I remember it was Christmas when something most unexpected happened in my dream. You will of course say that this happens often in dreams, but my dream exceeded all imagination. So, in my world of dreams, an uninvited witch visited me. Yes, you have correctly guessed. It was Badfreaky!
And she said in a strict tone:
“Constantine, I am going to give you a mission. As of today even, you are going to start writing my story. It is very important to me that you write about it exactly the way I tell it to you, so children and the entire world can find out what trials I have lived through. My life was an endless adventure and I think that people have a lot to learn from it. Listen carefully to what I have to say and hold on to it. If you don’t write my story, or don’t write it exactly the way I tell it to you, then beware, you poor thing! I will turn you into a blind, deaf, and crippled centipede! Just so that you suffer the rest of your life!”
Naturally, I got very scared and the very next morning, I began writing her story with anxious excitement. Up to this moment, I must have done something right, because I am still human. If, however, on your way, you meet a centipede walking crookedly, not knowing which way it’s going, I beg you; please don’t hurt her because it might be me, transformed!”