Random OCs from moi

Once Upon a Time Forest OC

"Excuse me, miss? Do you need help?" Isabella offered, holding her hands behind her back. The lady let out a sob and nodded, keeping her face hidden as she did so. Isabella walked closer with no idea on how to help, only that she needed to.

"Is there anything I can do? I'm little but strong!" Isabella said proudly.

"I'm sure you'll be great." The lady murmured. Isabella's face scrunched up in confusion but it twisted into terror as the lady grabbed onto her arm tight. She tried to pull away but the old lady was deceptively strong. So she did the only thing she could do, she let out her shrillest scream. She could hear the two guards yell her name with more alarm and she tried to scream for help but the old lady quickly stood and slapped a hand over her mouth. Isabella tried to fight against her but it was useless as she was rendered immobile. Tears slipped down her pale cheeks as she heard the woman muttering words under her breath and she realized what was happening, all because of her. A coldness grew over her, growing from the tips of her muddy toes. The old woman had let her go to finish casting the spell, trusting in her immobility spell. The young princess tried to call for help but her voice couldn't grow loud enough. She tried again but gave up after the third attempt. Her legs felt like ice and it was quickly growing towards her waist.

"Why?" Was all she asked as she stood there, looking at the woman with her teary eyes. The woman gave a half-smirk as she finished her spell. She looked on in interest as the young princess's skin grew paler and more glass-like. Isabella was quietly sobbing but otherwise remained silent as the witch's spell progressed.

"Your parents did this to you. It's all because of them. It's best you remember that." The old woman advised, brushing off the dirt from her skirts. By now, the spell was crawling up her face, her mouth frozen in a sad forced smile. Isabella's eyes were wide in confusion and fright as the cold completely over her. Her eyes froze like that and the witch cackled proudly. She snatched off the royal cloak and tossed it on the ground for the closely approaching guards who were growing more desperate in their yells. She picked up Isabella and began her merry way to her cottage. She had a new doll to give her daughter after all.

                                                                                                11 years later

Isabella stared blankly at the wall as the other occupant in the room fixed her dress. When she was younger, she used to try to yell and scream but it was fruitless as she remained frozen. She was still very much alive mentally but her body was basically just a doll. So many children didn't realize she used to be a person and played with her as a toy, dressing her up and making her attend tea parties, pressing food against her lips that she could never swallow. She passed through so many hands over the decade but her porcelain body hardly changed with the years. She was a bit over 17 now, going off on what her current owner rambled when she discussed how quickly the harvest was almost over. Almost a whole decade without saying a word, without being in control of her body, without the familiar lands of Camelot that used to comfort her. She didn't know what land this was. After the witch that cursed her daughter had died, the witch managed to conjure a bean to open up a portal and shoved Isabella through it, not caring where she ended up. All Isabella wished for was freedom and to be away from the captor who held her for 3 years. She ended up in the woods, lying face down in the dirt and she could only hope that someone found her fast. But she had to wait a solid week before anyone came across her. It was a grungy man whose mind immediately went to cash as he saw the beautiful porcelain doll of a young girl lying in the dirt. He took her to the market and sold her for 30 pieces of silver to a father with a rather bratty daughter who did nothing but abuse the doll. Isabella got a hairline crack going across her cheek after the daughter threw her against the wall after she didn't get her way. It still hurt Isabella. There was an ever-present ache in her face even after the years went by and she was at another's house. She didn't understand how she got there. One night she went into her semblance of sleep and somehow moved into a little girl's room where she was sleeping on the floor with a threadbare blanket. A drastic difference from the night before of being with the brat. The little girl didn't seem to know how she arrived as well but she was thrilled and treated Isabella like the fragile doll she was. She managed to stay there for a couple of months before she appeared at another child's house. And again and again. The best thing that Isabella came up with, is that the witch cursed her more than it appeared. She never stayed in the same place for too long and she always appeared to children who were sad and lonely. She would be a companion to them for a period of time and cheer them up as a new toy before she disappeared again. It was confusing and tiring for the frozen princess.