Curse of a Dragon

So this story is new and I hope you like it. Yes, I know I have three stories but they will all belong to a series. Just so you can picture the atmosphere a little bit better, this story takes place in a semi-modern age type era with my own fantasy twist. It may sound PG right now, but trust me, it's not. ENJOY!!!

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Introduction.

Viveca Cornela: Kingdom of Lormont

              The leaves were finally returning to their assigned branches as the calm breeze of spring ignited the atmosphere. It’s beautiful, yet, it has its downsides as well.

              Nire is compelled by what we call Supernaturals. These include Vampires, Witches, Fairies, Werewolves, and the worst…those that are cursed. Those like me.

              “You’re just different. That’s all.” My mother, the queen, says that to me every time I mention my curse to her. I was cursed soon after I was born by some bitch—I mean witch. She apparently was trying to get revenge on my parents for I have no idea what. Maybe she once knew my dad? I don’t know. I kind of just gave up on worrying about it.

              There’s no point to worry about something that has no answer.

              Anyway, Nire is currently at war with the Supernaturals. I don’t believe my sister’s story, but who am I do judge? She heard that a small group of Supernaturals murdered our uncle in order to send a warning to the humans of Lormont. I don’t believe a single word of it. Myself having to hide my supernatural ability just makes it seem almost impossible to murder unless I had a very good reason.

              So, overall, my life is a secret, my sister hates Supernaturals, my parents are now royalty after my uncle was killed, I’m cursed, and I want to avoid a war with the Supernaturals. However, nothing ever goes my way so hopefully, I didn’t jinx myself.

Chapter 1

              “Viveca!” I whipped my head around to see Hector racing toward me. He must’ve been running pretty fast to be out of breath already.

              “Need water?” I asked him. He held up his finger as if to say ‘one second’. “Okay, I’ll wait.” I said placing my left hand on my hip. I tapped my foot and admired the full moon in the night sky. Maybe I’ll hear some Werewolves howling.

              “I’m good. I think.” He placed his hands on his knees and collapsed to the ground. It’s hard to see his remarkable features in the dark, however, the moonlight reflects off his blond hair as he puts his head down.

              Poor Hector. I feel bad for him. I can’t imagine what it’s like to not be seen in the daylight. He can only be seen at night. Like me, Hector was also cursed. Only, he was cursed for crossing into a witch’s territory when he was five years old. Kind of cruel, but witches have no heart.

              “Take your time.” I said hoping that whatever he had to tell me was important.

              He heaved deeply before looking up at me with those sunken-in hazel eyes of his. For a strong twenty-three year old man, he sure does look sickly. It’s probably the curse.

              “Okay. I heard that since your uncle was…you know and now your family is royalty, the throne is yours.”

              “Yeah, I know. Mother and Father are the rulers now.” Why tell me something I already know?

              “Nay, Viveca. The throne is yours.” My mouth dropped down in a wide shock.

              “That can’t be true.” I said not knowing what else to say. “You know I’m not fit to be queen with my…condition.”

              “No one has found out for this long. What makes you think they’ll find out now?” Many things. My curse is the thing that binds from social interaction. Unlike Hector’s curse, I have no control over mine. Because of that, my mother gave me a suppression charm that belonged to her sister who was accused of being a witch. Before she died, she gave my mother the charm which keeps me in control of my curse as long as I wear it. In other words, I wear it 24/7.

              “I just can’t be queen.” He’s going to ask me why. I know he is.

              “And why not? I think you’d make a great queen.” You’re my friend, you’re obligated to say that.

              “Because, queens are usually beautiful and excellent public speakers and even great sword fighters. I’m not any of those.” I said. I don’t consider myself to be beautiful like my mother or my sister. With their long, pretty light blond hair and shiny ice blue eyes, they turn heads and receive compliments. And then there’s me. Unfortunately, I look more like my father. Much like him, I got his pale skin and dark (almost black) wavy hair. I have no clue where my piercing blue eyes came from. That may be part of the curse. My face is covered with a thick layer of freckles which just add to my ‘eye-catching’ looks. The only aspect I got from my mother is her thin figure. Only thing that I actually like about myself.

              “What are you talking about? Viv, you’re beautiful.” Don’t joke about that. I know he’s just trying to cheer me up, but I know what I am and I can’t change that.

              “Thank you for your support, Hector. But, I better covers with my parents about this.” I said flattening my long red gown and rolled its black tight sleeves down as the wind picked up. I really dislike the gold trim, but I can’t do anything about that.

              I waved goodbye to Hector and watched as he disappeared into darkness.

              Me? Queen? I still can’t believe it. If I will be queen, maybe I can prevent a war from breaking out between the Supernaturals and the humans. If my sister, Idla became queen, she would do just the opposite.