MY CURSED MATE

I The Curse I

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KABANATA I

Third Person's POV

Nanuot sa ilong ni Everly ang mahalimuyak na amoy ng sampagitang nakatanim sa hardin ng kanyang ina. Panahon na uli ng pagsibol ng mga bulaklak niyon. Kasalukuyan siyang nakaupo sa lilim ng puno.

The warmth of the afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled golden patterns across the pages of the thick, weathered book she held.

She was deep into reading her book about warlocks, their ancient magic, and their ever-changing allegiances, engrossed in the mystery and power they wielded when the murmurs began.

Buong akala niya ay sa wakas matatapos niya ang araw na iyon ng walang bulong na naririnig.

At first, she ignored them, her mind determined to drown out the hushed whispers carried by the wind. But the words, laced with venom, wrapped around her like a snake, their sharp edges slicing through her concentration.

"Dapat ay sa kanyang lungga na lamang siya magbasa."

"Sinisira ng kanyang isinumpang itsura ang ganda ng hardin ni Lady Ellena."

Hindi man lang sinubukan ng mga itong ikubli ang kanilang mga salita mula sa kanyang pandinig. Sinasadya pa nila iyong lakasan upang marinig niya.

Their laughter was cruel, their disdain so natural that they didn't care whether she heard them or not—And why would they? She was nothing to them. A curse, an anomaly, an embarrassment to this family. A monster.

Isang matalim na buntong hininga ang kanyang ginawa habang patuloy na nagbasa sa kanyang libro. Hindi niya ibibigay ang kasiyahan ng mga ito sa pagbibigay ng kanyang reaksyon. Sa halip ay buong lakas at pwersa niyang isinarado ang hawak na aklat bago walang imik na tumayo.

She walked past them, her face expressionless, her steps steady. As if they were nothing more than air for her.

The winding corridors of the mansion stretched before her, but she turned toward the attic stairs. It was the only place where their eyes wouldn't follow.

The room was small, cramped, and dust-choked, with its cracked wooden floor and brittle, rusted furniture. It was a forgotten space in a grand mansion, but to Everly, it was hers. The only place in this cursed house where she could pretend she had some peace.

Saglit na pinasadahan ng kanyang daliri ang iilang libro sa kanyang maliit na cabinet, mga librong pinaka-iingatan niya dahil regalo iyon sa kanya ng kanyang ina, ang nag-iisang tao sa mansion na may pakialam sa kanya.

If not for her, Everly would have had nothing.

Slumping onto the old chair by her room's window, she reopened another book. Magic. Warlocks. Curses. It was an escape, and yet, also a mirror of reality.

Dahil sa mga Warlocks na iyon kaya nasilang sa kanilang mundo ang pinaka-malaking delubyong kakaharapin nila na ngayon ay umaabot na ng ilang daang taon.

Ang isinumpang sakit na syang lumamon ngayon sa halos kalahati ng populasyon sa Grand Orleas.

The disease was spreading like a relentless tide, consuming warlocks, wolves, and even vampires in its grasp. The dark coven, a group of dark warlocks, is said to be the one that spread the disease. And despite the relentless efforts of scholars and doctors all over Grand Orleas, no cure had ever been found.