WitherMu: I Won't Hurt You (Book Two In 'The Four Words' Series) [#Wattys]

£6.5: One...Two...Three...

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It started as a curse... a wretched evil created by the depths of hell. It started as a curse, and split into theee. Unfortunate, isn't it...

One, two three. Funny, it's the cliché number, three... It's. Always. Three...

Two boys, one girl. Centuries ago.

These stories have all been forgotten by now, but the truth still lingers within the victims

ThWEey all seemed to have what the curses wanted. A pure white soul, a golden heart, and a clear mind.

Curse #029 went for the girl with the pure white soul.
Wendy.
Curse #146 went for the boy with the clear mind.
Ethan.
Curse #003 went for the boy with the golden heart.
Steven.

ThWEey were only in 5th grade.

The curses entered each child at the same time, creating a blast that separated thUSem.

Wendy came home with Black vein-like spirals slowly creeping up her body. She was shut out, even by her own parents, left at the edge of the village to decay.

Ethan stumbled into his village with scales, and snake eyes. His body felt like it was melting away, and each step he took made a cracking sound. The villagers chased him out into the forest, where he was left to be consumed by animals.

Steven made his way back home to his brother, everything seemingly normal until eye contact. His eyes were a soulless white, and electricity began to circulate around him. His parents went to shut him out as well, but his brother wanted to help. He was too late though, the hatred that the parents gave off caused a massive explosion, seeming to eat the whole family alive.

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By the time the sun rose, Wendy's body had been covered in the veins, none of her skin remained uncolored. Her blonde hair turned black, and if one were to look into her eyes, they'd be a dull, yet glowing white.
By the time the sun rose, Ethan's body was left encased in scales. A tail had sprouted from behind, and wings had grown from his back. If one were to look into his eyes, the presence of a dragon could be sensed.
By the time the sun rose, Steven had killed his whole family, with the exception of his brother. His body was covered in electric burns, and if one were to look into his eyes, uneasiness would flood the air, and his white eyes would be locked onto an invisible sourse.

By the time that nighttime hit, these bodies would disappear.

~Seven Years Later~

Wendy, Ethan, and Steven appeared once more, each one looking extremely different.

Wendy grew her coal black hair beyond her feet, and her skin was paler than sand. Her eyes held no mercy for those who betrayed her, and shone with eternal anger. An army of mobs that were thought to be mythical stood by her side, consisting of pig in the form of humans, skeletons who were fueled by pure black hatred, and flying golden creatures protected by firey bars, and shot fire at all enemies.
Ethan's eyes had turned black, with tiny purple slits that pierced the soul of whomever looked into them. His scales were a mix of mostly black, and some purple, each scale shone from the moons light, and radiated substance that brought fear to all around. Two silver horns had grown from his head, each one sharp enough to pierce through Titanium without difficulty. An army of unknown creatures followed him, purple particals radiating from the unusual tall and slim bodies. When looked at, they'd teleport and attack whomever looked at them from behind.
Steven's eyes glowed, and radiated hatred, anger, and pain. All of the Overworld mobs seemed to bow down to Steven, seeing them as their hero. Steven held a diamond picaxe with electricity radiating around it. The power that flowed within his veins seemed Godlike, and his brother knew very well.

War broke out between the Normal, and the Cursed. While Steven was completely willing to erase his brother, the feeling didn't seem to be mutual.

It's a sad story isn't it? Well, it's also not the full story. However you do not have the privilege to know the rest of the story yet. In due time you'll find out, but until then.

Be patient.

And stay still...

Hehehehehe.....