THE BOY WHO CURSED

CH-2 THE DREAM

In a magnificent chamber, a boy stirred up turmoil, radiating hatred into the atmosphere. Dressed entirely in black, his eyes, visible behind a mask, reflected only an uneasy restlessness. He walked towards a corner, clenching his fist behind his back. The room was spacious with numerous portraits on the walls, all adorned in attire similar to the boy, their eyes expressing turmoil-some in shades of red, pink, yellow, and blue.

In one corner, there was a peculiar wooden bed, shaped like a triangle from one end, forming a straight wooden slab-a structure almost resembling a coffin. The entire room was painted in a deep green hue, and peculiarly, the tiles emitted a loud creaking sound as the boy walked. A large wooden door at the front added to the eerie atmosphere, announcing its presence with a heavy creak as it swung open.

As the door revealed an entrance, the boy remained motionless, as though enchanted. A white figure emerged from within, closing the door with a resounding thud. The figure placed an object into the white bag it carried.

And her face became clear; she was a girl with blonde hair. Her eyes are brown, face is fair, and there's a mix of fear as well. Following her were waves that probably reached at least up to her waist, and she had a white cloth tied around her that flowed behind her as she walked in front of the boy. She looked like a princess.

"Is it safe for us?" The girl spoke with concern and stood in front of the boy.

The boy removed his mask, revealing his clear face. His green eyes, fair face, pink lips, black slightly long hair reaching his neck, and a demeanor similar to the girl. He looked like a prince.

"It is safe for us, dear," the boy confidently assured, his voice deep and resonant, in contrast to the girl's sweet and slightly hesitant voice.

"Ah, God," the girl uttered and, for a moment, looked around the room. Then she said, "Are they following me and you?" She spoke hesitantly, and tears started to fall from her eyes.

The boy, acting like a gentleman, wiped away her tears with his hands and said with an affectionate tone, "Yes, but you have to trust me."

"Yes," the girl replied with a shy expression.

"Seeing the shy expression on your face made me feel good. The second time that felt good was when your lips touched mine," the boy said, blushing.

"I think you'll get that opportunity again today," the girl said with a shy expression, her cheeks turning pink.

"Really," the boy said happily, "wait a minute, be careful with your teeth."

The boy closed his eyes, and the girl closed hers too. They leaned in, and their pink lips began kissing each other gently. After two minutes, when their cheeks turned as red as apples, the boy held the girl's hand and continued kissing her passionately. Two minutes later, they looked at each other with joy.

"I love it," the girl said shyly.

"Me too, love," the boy replied.

The boy and the girl, who used to look at each other with hatred, had transformed into love.

"I need to tell you something," the girl said.

"I need to tell you something,what?," the boy replied.

" You are all ears dear " she said.

" I am all ears" tha boy said," now tell me"

"That I-" her sentence was cut off because the door had opened, and with a scream, Lysander O'Driscoll from Shadowvale village lifted his head, placing his hand on it.

The boy was sitting on a bed next to the window, his room covered in pink. There was a study table nearby with his personal belongings scattered around. He was 15 years old, with green hair, fair skin, pink lips, and a slightly angry expression that quickly faded.