Cursed and Captive

Cursed

                     A Little Intro before we get into things:

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A figure darted in and out of the crowd in the market place with purpose. If anyone cared to look closely they would see that this street rat was no street rat but in fact their King. King Frances kept his hood low wanting to keep to the shadows, for where he was going he didn't want his subjects to know. His destination was a small cottage at the edge of forest that surrounded the Kingdom. It was slightly run down with strange ornaments hanging on the sides as well as a few symbols painted on the shutters and doors. Odd plants grew amongst the flowers in the small garden. A small black cat perched on the crooked wooden fence but darted off with a hiss once the King drew closer. When he made it to the door the King took a deep breath and entered. The smell of musk and spices filled his nose as he spotted the witch hunched over her table fussing about with different things. A young boy sat in the corner reading a spell book but he was of no concern to the King at the moment. "Witch!" The King called. "I need your assistance once more." Without looking up the raven haired women smirked as she spoke. "I know why you are here. And I know what you seek. But tell me. Is it worth causing such a dire thing as a curse on an innocence. He is merely a baby." The King let a growl slip as he spoke. "I am not even sure if he is MINE with what that foul woman did. Roman is a month old and Lorelei show's her true alliance with that that serpent of a ruler. If it is his, like I am sure it is, then when he comes for his offspring I want him to get what's coming to him."

The young witch looks the King in the eyes. "Virgil. Please go out into the garden and play for a bit." Hesitantly the boy, Virgil, closes his book and exits threw the back door. Once he had gone the witch spoke again. "I don't take too kindly to folks wanting to harm children." Her voice seems to alter slightly. Almost sounding like it has a slight echo and a bit of a growl. The light in the room seemed to dim as well. "And I don't take too kindly to folks under my ruling not to do as I say." The two stood their glaring at each other until the Witch broke the silence, her voice slightly calmer. "Fine. I will do this. But remember from last time. All magic comes with a cost." With that she turned and grabbed things off the shelf and combined them into a small cauldron on her table. With a flash of gold and grey smoke the spell was complete. She poured the murky liquid into a small vile and handed it to the King. "Pour the contents of this vile upon the child's head and the deed is done. I hope you know what you are doing. Your Highness." Without another word the King dropped a small leather bag on the table and left. The young Witch let out a sigh and went to gather her supplies up. As she picked up one of the containers a vison struck her, causing her to loose grip on it and it shattered on the floor. Virgil rushed in hearing the commotion. "Mama?" he asked. Her head jerked towards him, her normal forest green eyes a milky white for a split second before changing back to normal. Tears streamed down her face. "What have I done." She whispered.

As the Witch frantically searched for the King he had already made it to the young Prince and was pouring the liquid on the boys head when the Witch finally caught up to him. "Wait!! I have made a grave mistake and so have you. The child IS yours and I may have caused great harm to him in my rage of what you asked me to do." Looking back at the child and then back at the Witch he realized his mistake. "Well what is it that you have done to the boy. Can we reverse it." The Witch shakes her head "Honestly I am unsure what all I did while I was in that state of mine. I am unsure if it can even be reversed. It may be permanent." Fraught with rage by this answer, the King narrow his eyes "Then I hear by banish you from these lands. You and your boy shall never set foot in this Kingdom again." Not giving her any chance more to speak, two of the royal guards escorted her back to her cottage where her and her son had to gather their belongings and leave.

Unsure of what curse lay upon the boy, King Frances ordered Roman to be locked inside one of the towers where Eustice, the royal adviser, would tend to the boy. For fifteen years all went well. One day Roman asked Eustice if he could go out into the garden and get some fresh air. Again the young Prince was told no. Getting fed up with this answer and not getting a full explication of why his life was spent in only one room of the castle Roman let his anger get the best of him. Shouting could be heard threw the door then...nothing but Roman's sobbing. Two of the guardsmen rush into the room to see what has happened since the advisor never left. What they saw still haunts them to this day. In the middle of the stone room was Eustice's body burnt to a crisp. Scorch marks completely covered the stone room. Roman sat in one of the corners with his knees to his chest and sobbing. All the young royal could say was, "I-I didn't mean to! I don't know what happened!! It was an accident I swear." The King now had his answer to what the curse had been. Fire magic based on emotions.

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Ahhhhhh so that's that. It has started now. Hope it wasn't too awful. Again this wouldn't be 

possible without @amethystdarkwolf so go give them some love. Until next time Happy Reading.