Chapter 2
"Did grandmother tell you any stories during the summer?" I asked, with a mouthful of chocolate ice cream. Whenever one of use visits our ancestral house, our grandmother always tells us stories, mesmerizing us in the world of imagination and magic since we were kids. In fact, when life used to get boring, we used to pretend those stories were real and have fun by killing the evil queen, or helping the imaginary prince in the quest to find his bride. "Well" she stopped, putting a spoonful of chocolate ice-cream in her mouth,
"Yeah" She said. "Well..?" I asked again, curiously. "One night, I wasn't able to sleep, so I asked grandma to tell me a story" she said, waiting for my reply. "And? What then?" I asked, curiously. Curiosity has always been my weakness. "Umm, she told me a story" she replied, and then took another spoonful of chocolate ice-cream, which was already losing its shape due to the heat in Anne's sauna, oh, did I forget to mention that her family is really rich and health cautious that they have their own sauna? My bad. But Anne doesn't use it a lot, even though she has a figure you could die for.
Instead, we both used to sit there peacefully, talking about random ideas. Something we are doing right now. "And, what story did she tell you?" I asked. Suddenly, she crossed her arms and said "You know me! I enjoy things a lot when they are told to me, and then BAM! The next minute, I forget it". "Well, at least summarize the parts you remember" I said, sighing.
"Ok, so, I'll try my best. Once upon a time, in a far away land there lived this King and Queen who loved their two sons, until one of them died and the King slowly started working as a king and neglecting his wife and younger son, since he loved his deceased son very much. One day, the king was working late when a witch appeared before him and promised that he will be reunited with his dead son, but as a bargain, she could control everything he did for a year. He obviously agreed and once the witch took control of his body, he became evil, he started doing bad things and killed people. She had also left a mark of a snake on him and cursed his family lineage with that . "Wait, like the thing on the principal's arms?" I asked, she quickly nodded, saying "Apparently". "Wait, okay, I get the history, but did grandma tell you about how would the king be saved?" I asked, putting the spoon back to the ice cream bowl and lying on my belly with my hands cupping my face.
"Well, before granny drifting off to her sleep, she said that there is a prophecy of the second son that one of his descendants will break the agreement between his ancestor and the witch somehow, releasing the angry king, and save the future generation. Apparently, the son also had a really good friend back in the day, with whom he shared everything, and the one who had almost stopped him in doing all those crazy things, but then that friend, who is still unknown to us, promised herself that she will help stop the witch from cursing more people, if that makes any sense to you" Anne said, taking a deep breath after finishing a whole paragraph.
"Remember how we used to think that all of granny's were real?" Anne asked, "Yeah" I replied, and giggled while some memories flashed through my mind, as the room went soundless. "Hey" I said, breaking the silence, "Why don't we pretend that this story is true? Just for old time's sake" I asked, and she nodded, "I was going to ask you the same thing" she replied. "Let's pretend that the Principal is the father and he has 2 sons" I said. "Why the principal?" She asked, "Because, he has a snake tattoo, like in the story you told me" I replied, in-a-matter-of-fact way. "Good point." She replied.
"Let's start, so I am guessing that the prince's friend is our ancestor?" I asked. "Let's think that" she said, with a professional smile on her face. "So, how do you know that this is the time when the agreement between the witch and the king cfvan be broken, I mean, it can still go on for ages" I asked.
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Midnight in Vipera Cove
Teen FictionHello. My name is Olivia Michaelson and this is my story. Everybody wants to have a memorable high school year, and so did I. Well, only if you consider nightmares, legends, magic, creepy crawlers and evil villains-filled with teenage drama- memorab...