Curse of Grimm

Prologue

My brother used to tell me that one day I would be somebody.

I know it's a little presumptuous, however he's my older brother... yeah that is quit presumptuous.

My parents hoped that I would, one day, understand what it meant to be a leader. However it was not in my interest to be so. I wanted adventure, not books. I wanted odysseys, not studies. I want, I wanted to live life out of the walls that I always felt trapped in.

My advice to you now, do not dream. Yes, they can come true, but sometimes, they can be too good to be true. Dreams come with strings attached and there not always good.

My life has suffered because of my dreams. Because I dared to exceed my parents expectations, I only brought myself suffering and loneliness.

How can dreams become nightmares?

My story starts here.

It was the day of my tenth birthday. I had been reminding by brother Wes and the whole staff for a whole month.

It was the year my twin sisters got their my grandmothers prized jewels. It was the age when my brother received my fathers dagger that was said to have been used to slay a grave beast. It was the age when I was going to get something that was going to make me feel like I belonged. I was the runt of the family.

I was smaller than the rest and I had blonde hair when the rest of my family had brown. My father told me it was something that was passed down the family tree. My mother always nodded in agreement, but her eyes said something else.

My twin sisters, Juliana and Arianna were two years younger than my brother Wes. Count seven years from that and you have me, the girl who would rather climb trees than sit inside and learn. I was seeking something more than I had.

Oh, did I mention that my parents are the king and queen.

No, well now you know.

I know I sound like a brat now, complaining about how hard it is to be a royals daughter, but picture it the way I see it. I was kept hidden from the whole of the kingdom until I was five. When my parents had galas or meetings with other royals, they would have me wait in my room until they were done.

It came to my realization, when I was seven, that I was not good enough for my parents. I was reckless, I lived by my own morals and rule.

They were embarrassed of me.

The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, I was always the weak link of the family. I would find a way to screw things up that could never be mended.

So there I was on my tenth birthday, alone...in the confinements of dining hall.

I had got news that morning that my parents had things to take care of in a neighboring kingdom. The twins were taking riding lessons til noon.

The only person that sat next to me that day was my brother. Wes brought me in a gift, wrapped in a silk cloth. I remember it still as the best present anyone had ever given me. I opened it up to reveal a black leather bound book that had scrapes all over it. It was battered and smelt like the stables, but...I loved it all the more.

My brother spent that whole day in the large tree in the garden, reading the stories that it held inside of it. Stories of great beasts, both animal and human. I found myself in the adventure that I had always dreamed for within the confinements of this book.

My parents had arrived home from their trip that night and...they couldn't look me in the eye. With my book in hand I walked into the large meeting room they had arrived in with a smile on my face. I had opened those doors with pride when I saw what was in front of me. My parents were fighting with an old woman in a dark blue cloak. Grey hair had cascaded down her head and her bones were very prominent in her stature. My parents had a mixture of both a fearful and angered emotions on their face.

When the woman turned to me...her words still burned into my mind...

She turned to me and spoke to my parents, "Here lies the fate of the dismissed descendent of Grimm. Her fears will plague her life and she will become the one thing she fears the most. Her name will be screamed by everyone that she sees and she will be the very monster that she was born to be!"

Harsh, right?

However that day changed my little ten year old life. When she spoke to me, the only things I could think of were everything that could go wrong. I thought of all the things that I had thought made my parents disappointed in me. I thought of the thought of losing them. I though of Wes, and how lonely I would be without him. I thought of disappointing and never living up to the twins. I though of this life of adventure I was going to have and how I could never live it.

To today I can still feel the sting of my skin.

It felt as though thousands of needles were piercing my skin at once. The pull of my heart is what hurt the most. I remember falling to the ground and being unable to breath. I remember looking at my skin, paling more than my tanned color. I was screaming but nothing came out. I cried tears of blood that day. My back arched back and a tug at my gut made me gasp for air. I remember seeing my parents die in front of me that night. I remember them trying to come help me, but when they came to me, the touch of my skin only made them...I killed my parents with the single touch of my skin.

The two people that I cared for the most, even if it wasn't completely reciprocated, died in front of me.

Every inch of me hurt and I looked down to see my clothes were burning hole in them. Beneath the holes lied a black substance on my skin, looking like bark on a tree, but black and smooth. I tried wiping it away but the tears clouded my eyes.

I looked up and saw the old woman in front of me. She took off her hood and the masquerade vanished revealing a woman about my mothers age looking down at me. She had blood red lip and pale, ivory skin. Her hair was spun gold and she just smiled down at my dead parents. I got up and did what any other ten year old would do.

I ran.

The marble grounds were crumbling under my feet and my once beautiful birthday dress was now replaced with a dark black dress made of the same material as the book that I ran with.

I ran and ran, out side of the castle doors and outside of the kingdoms protective walls. I heard the castle bells ringing in the distance and I just ran away.

I ended up where my story begins.

A new chapter of me, one where my dreams of being something more than a royal became the nightmare that I was, enclosed in my own run down stone castle in ruins.

Eight years went by and here I am, still alone, living in the fears of the outside world.

Now I warn you again, dreams and hopes are nightmares in disguise because the darkest fear is of oneself.

I am the Grimm.