The Curse

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On the other side of the land in a different region,  a sizable isolated castle stood, towering over the village below in its shadow, in it lived a dark, mysterious young man who had the face of an angel with sharp features and intense grey eyes that have seen so much in his young life, a body full of tribal tattoos showing dark stories and complete with a brain of the devil himself and he was infuriated.

You see, he was double-crossed by the one and only Amelia Silver, who was working an inside job for him to kill the man that made him evil, took away all he had loved and replaced it with darkness.

"That stupid b*tch, she doesn't know what she's done," He screamed out outraged getting up from his throne, scaring the messenger boy who jumped a little. " She gave him the very thing helping me to finally kil-," He stopped noticing the boy in front of him in silent anger he sent him away paying him a few silver coins.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED HER WITH IT, How dare she defy me, she doesn't know what I have in store for her, SHE WILL PAY! He thought to himself and I knew exactly how, only seeing red the furious, young man sent for his black steed to travel to the witch who could spin wool into gold, of course that wasn't the only thing she could, oh she could do much much greater things, many deadly things however magic came with a price which the dark king knew he would pay willingly and blindly in sinister vengeance.

His few servants avoided his temper, the newest edition: a young woman, an icy-blue-eyed innocent woman named December in her early twenties, who had to work off her family's debt to the man who lived in the far castle alone, she especially didn't wanna push any buttons of his as she knew he had a dangerous temper. She didn't mind working for the rumoured monster so long as her family was safe from his wrath.  How could such a beautiful person be so ugly and messed up like he? She wondered.

The dark prince went by the name, Damien Cross, a descendant of a strong bloodline, all ruthless in their ruling.  He, the evil prince as he is called upon the villagers, was selfish, pompous and not anything close to kindthe furthest from it frankly.

The witch's house was not a far journey for the determined prince as he rode through the forest to the edge of the region where her little cobble brick home was built, away from the mainland only to be visited by the brave or urgent. She knew of the prince's reputation too well from the rumours that reached even her ears and frankly wanted a little fun...

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Adzeus followed Amelia down a muddy path outside the small cottage they set off earlier as Amelia didn't want to waste time as she knew the king's men would soon be hot on their trail, no doubt that the king would be angry after his prisoner was walking on his land and he was, you see when word of Adzeus escape had reached his ears he was enraged and called his best hunters, two built men with battle scars and tribal tattoos adding a scary vibe, (Don't you love it when a chase is added to spice things up otherwise where's the fun in that?), to track and update him on their progress. He put in a reward for the person who finds them.

Amelia was hurrying Adzeus who staggered behind her at a slow pace, which made Amelia quite mad.

"What's your problem?" She exclaimed turning around to face him. He looked up in pain glancing at her with his deep blue eyes then his leg, groaning in pain and leant against the nearest tree. "You're hurt," She stated. "You must've gotten cut while we were riding to the cottage, Show me your leg." He rolled up his trouser leg showing her a deep gash amongst other faded, white scars from his torture days.

She sighed and with a wave of her hand over the gash and a glow was emitted from her hand and her eyes glowed silver. A healer, Adzeus thought. The bloody gash was now gone and his light tan skin remained. He watched in quiet admiration as Amelia got up and gathered her bags and the harness of the black steed. He got up with ease. "Your power-" He began only to be interrupted.  "Don't ask, the less you know about me the better now let's get moving before-"

The only warning they got was the snap of a twig before an arrow flew from its bow hoping to hit its mark, Amelia who caught it before it hit her heart, was swift to react, like the trained fighter, assassin wonder she is.

"Run, Adzeus and don't look back NOW!" She screamed his way, turning full attention on fighting hand combat with the first of the king's hunters. Adzeus, who was alarmed, ran as fast as he could towards the horse and got on galloping away at fast speed.

Idiots, she thought facing her was like sentencing themselves to their own death, she didn't have time to roll her eyes when another hunter swung his sword her way, she swiftly moved forward twisting the man's arm till a cracking sound was heard and he screamed in agony, ducking his other arm she kneeled his where the sun doesn't shine and he fell to the fall in pain.

The first hunter wasn't going to go down easy and so he drew his bow at Amelia from behind. "Fool," she muttered under her breath. "When will you learn," She grabbed the arrow that had just left its bow with ease, snapping it in half, her eyes glowed silver with anger as she turned to face her attacker once again, knocking him out with a roundhouse kick to the face. "Well, that was easy."

Amelia stood admiring her work not before she marked her victim's arm with a large A as a reminder not to mess with her again.

She turned to see, she now had no horse and sighed. She whistled loud and the horse and a very surprised, bewildered Adzeus came riding back. 

"We've got to get moving," Amelia stated with a smirk plastered on her face.

"Well, I was "moving" before you called your crazy horseback which by the way nearly threw me off  just to get to its rightful owner it seems." Amelia just gave him a pointed look before shaking her and saying. "We need to get to your uncle's cottage just on the outskirts of King Damien's territory where we are safe before night time." 

The pair set off into the woods where Amelia navigated Adzeus and the black, loyal horse down a dangerous (oh but they don't know that or of the inhabitants that live in that part of the wood, Amelia had only heard stories which she discarded as myths) path to this mysterious uncle's home which Adzeus had never heard of. Interesting isn't it.     

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I've got so much inspiration and ideas for this book and I wanted to put a twist on it and make moi the narrator so it adds more of a storytelling vibe to it, there are many twists and turns to come for stay tuned and don't forget to vote and comment to tell me what I should have come next.

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