Chapter 1 The Cursed

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                                                                                  The Crystal

                                                                           (Vincent E. Catacutan)

Chapter 1                                                                  The Cursed

 

     The light of morning is rising and the forest is moist by dewdrops carried by the dense fog. The scent of the coming spring is smelled in the air and some flowers start to bloom. At a moment a young and amiable lady walks. She holds a basket of wild berries she had picked. She wears a simple corset fitted to her short but alluring body, and a white ribbon ties her long blonde hair. Her smooth skin has a pale brown complexion and her red lips are so fine to look at as she sings with a womanly, cold, sweet voice. She owns innocent brown eyes that bring calmness. She is on her way back home, but a huge bear appears, roars, and aims to attack her.

            She falls to the ground. She cannot move her legs because of fright. “Help! Please, someone help me!”, she cries.

            Her cry turns the bear to be more violent. She is about to be hit by its sharp claws, but someone from somewhere throws a blade directly to the head of the animal that it instantly dies before it harmed the lass.

            The lady still shakes. She seeks for her savior until a deep voice speaks, “Don’t you know that wild bears often appear in this part?”

            She looks behind where the voice comes from, and finds a tall, lean man likely to her age. He has a short black hair, brown complexion, and unreadable, mysterious, dark eyes. He walks through the position of the woman to assist her to stand. “Are you hurt?”

            Her feelings perplexes as she sees the face of the lad closer. “I, I’m not because of you,” she responds. “Thank you for saving my life.”

            “Better get out of here,” he advises as he gets his two-edged blade from the head of the bear. “It’s quite dangerous here.” He swashes his blade to remove the blood on it and puts it to its quiver. He turns back and walks away.

            “May I know my saviors name? Where’s your village?”, asked the woman.

           

            He does not reply and continues to walk.

            “I’m Jemaria, from Kizeron. Can I just know your name?” she insisted.

            “I’m someone you’ll never wish to know,” he answers finally.

            “I’m sure you have a good heart,” she says. The guy stops from walking. “You arrived when I was in trouble, so I WISH to know you.”

            “I’m Vincent of Raffinia,” he introduces.

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