The Curse

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3. (unedited)

Damien rode through the woods near the outskirts of his territory, (coincidence? I think not) to that witch's home. He knocked loudly on the wooden door of her cottage.

"No need to knock so loudly, dear," She replied to his knocking in her screechy voice, opening the door that made a squeak as she faced the dark prince and smiled an ugly smile as she already knew what he had come to possess, she had awaited his presence for some time now. 

"I've come for a sleeping potion, witch." He told her sharply with the tone that always got him everything, anger mixed with sickly evil expecting no further interactions with the ugly witch and to be done as fast as he had. The witch wasn't so easily swayed and was not intimidated so quickly like others would bend over backwards with just one glare from the dark prince.

She was not going to tolerate such pompous behaviour so she had something in store for the prince to teach the perfect lesson and it wasn't a sleeping curse the prince was going to walk away with but a beastly curse.

"How dare you speak like that to me in my own home, you should know boy to respect your elders!" She exclaimed.

He smirked an evil smirk, a filthy witch calling him out.

"I am not going to ask again, GIVE ME WHAT I CAME FOR!" He roared furiously. "Don't test my patience, witch"

For the witch that was the last straw, she had had enough and the infamous "dark" prince was to learn a lesson by her hand to teach him not to be selfish and abrupt.

She calmly composed herself and told the dark prince all he needed in order to bring his rival down. She instructed him to take the potion himself and then think of his enemy or enemies in his mind and she (Amelia) will automatically be put under a sleeping curse.

However, here's the twist. When he drinks the potion he will be under a curse, a moonlight curse which will put him in a sleep only to be broken with true love's kiss if he finds it of course but who will love such a hateful person?

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"Could you please hurry up, you're too slow!" groaned out a frustrated Amelia she looked over her shoulder from aboard her loyal horse. Adzeus was leaning against a tree trying to catch his breath while Amelia shook her head

"Well, if you let me ride that horse of yours with you, maybe I wouldn't have to slow you down," he stated rolling his eyes and huffing, all that action and, Ya know running for his life kind of took a toll on him and he had just realised the last time he had eaten was at the cottage but that wasn't much, however, it was better the food he barely ate before that, Adzeus was once a lean, built man who was taught various things as the kings advisor before the whole' YOU MUST SUFFER IF YOU FALL IN LOVE' decree was given by the king, remember that.

Well, now he was skinny, weak and bore marks of weeks of beatings although Amelia's powers healed his wounds, in its place, were white scars all over his body. Getting off the horse, Amelia tilted her head to the side and scanned his face before saying okay.

"Wait, Okay? that's it. You're just gonna let me rid-" He rambled before getting cut off by an annoyed Amelia.

"Do you want me to change my mind?" She snapped. Adzeus jumped on the horse quickly. "Who rattled your cage then, Tiger" He raised his eyebrow questionably with an adorable, cute smile. (*Sigh*). She just shook her head and rolled her eyes in response ignoring Adzeus as he talked on and on about how hungry he was. 

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         Meanwhile, Damien was boasting to his limited amount of workers on how he finally found the way to defeat his enemies, the many many of them there are(I'm not even exaggerating there's a bloody list), and anyone who crossed him, he felt absolutely divine.  (HAAHAHHAAH the irony of the situation, its funny isn't it.) Anyway so he was advised to drink the potion then recite the names of his enemies so to show off his power, he would invite everyone that was well known in neighbouring kingdoms that were allies to him and had the same enemies as him.

Defne, the maid was watching the prince carefully as she cleaned the throne room he was sat up in his chair, which was originally his late fathers (whose story we'll get into later) rambling to himself and laughing like a madman. She was curious wasn't it just yesterday where he was extremely angry, but it wasn't her business so she just shook her head at herself slowly, she was only here to pay off her family's debt not to care about whatever evil he was into.

"You," the prince exclaimed suddenly addressed to December. Shocked, she turned to meet his eye, his stone cold eyes narrowed tilting his head to one side.

"Me?" She almost squeaked.

"Yes, you," He spoke again in a duh tone. " If you had the weapon to defeat your enemies what would you do as an immediate attack?" He then let out a loud, deep laugh echoing the room and terrifying Defne to the point she almost dropped her broom.

He then rose from his seat and started slowly stalking towards her at this point Defne was thinking what if he kills me.

"I mean, I would act quickly to eliminate them but I think I want to have fun first," he stopped suddenly in front of December towering over her small figure compared to his tall, lean one. She was absolutely petrified. She swallowed hard looking into his eyes with pure fear something he fed off. With a wicked smile, he leaned in close so that they were face to face.

"You missed a spot." He whispered slowly.

December looked dumbfounded not understanding at all.

"While you were dusting, you missed a spot," he said straightening to his full height and then turning to leave the room, only looking back once with a dangerous smirk on his face chilling her to the bone. What the hell just happened? She was still frozen until she realised she should get back to her work before his next mood swing kicks in and he actually kills her.

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