Have you ever had that feeling where you know what is going to happen, but it still seems to scream out doom? Yeah, well, I am the living proof of that. But first, WHY???
It was Monday at Ye Olde Saloon and 1276 was a dangerous time for a woman to be out and about. So of course, my great-great-great-great-great-great(times a million!!!) grandmother was walking the street like she owned the place. When she walked into the saloon, there was a collective gasp. So my great-great-great-great-great-great(times a million!!!) grandmother walked up to the bartender and ordered a million whiskeys. i mean, like, what the hell!! Then one of the cowboys(yes, I said cowboys!!) said she must be a witch to be able to drink that much whiskey. So that brought out the stake and the burning, you know the deal. But, as they were going to light her up, a figure loomed up out of the crowd and rescued her. And, just to make things difficult, she wasn't seen for three years. Then , in 1279, she turns up and says that she is pregnant. Before she dies, she has the baby and names her Ando'erera which means cursed daughter in some weird language. Next thing you know there is a whole generation of cursed daughters to be found. Of course, I think that I forget to mention that they are eternal so I reckon there would be more cursed daughters out there, like me.
Whoops, gave too much away, signing off now. Bye :)
