The Curse
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December 23rd, --year unknown
She shivered against the brisk Northerly wind, but nonetheless she pressed on. She had to make it, she just had to. Clutching her bag tightly she broke into a sprint, but only after a few seconds she slipped on the icy road landing on her ass. Her pants were soaked through, the once charcoal fabric now black with wetness. Rose was not going to let this phase her; she carefully made her way off the ice and into a standing position.
Continuing down the deserted windy road she refused to give up. She needed to do this, and she would not, if ever stop trying. The landscape surrounding her reminded her of her duty, the cold white surfaces beckoning her to never stop. White. It was the last color he had seen, the color of her beloved dress. Their wedding day.
She never got married that day though, she would never get her happy ending. She was trapped in an escape-less purgatory. One she would never get out off. This was her life and she had come to accept her fate. Damien had been her one true love, they were happy. And then in a blink of an eye, poof it was gone. One bullet, one curse, and it was gone forever. Rose shook her head, she could not afford to think that way, to remember.
But it was too late the tears were now steadily streaming down her face. Her vision blurred she did not notice the large patch of ice that lay in front of her. She slipped once more banging her head fiercely on the solid ground. This only brought her more pain, not only did she have to deal with a re-broken heart but now she had a skull pounding headache.
There was no use to fighting anymore, Rose thought to herself, this has always been a fight that I will never win. She laid there on the patch of ice, the blood from her head wound seeping into her golden locks staining them a deep crimson. The bag she had been carrying was next to her, the crystal vials that lay inside were now crushed, their contents leaking out of the bag’s delicate fabric. The hundredth cure she had found, was now gone. Her last hope gone. Her long journey wasted.
“It’s over my love. I have failed you, I have failed,” the tears poured out of Rose’s eyes like a garden faucet. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” She continued to sob the blood from her head growing into a concerning puddle. Rose did not notice nor care about her injury. She was ready, she was finally giving up. Her fight had been lost. She was ready for death to take her. Just as she closed her eyes, reading herself to take her final breath, a strong vibration rocked through the land. Or so she had thought, as soon as she opened her eyes she realized it must have just been her. The trees were not shaken, the perfect snow cover still even, the ice she laid on not cracked.
Her necklace suddenly glowed a blue, the once auburn crystal now a stunning sapphire. There was a warmth that radiated from the stone, and it suddenly consumed her body. Rose laid there letting the stone take it’s toll. After what felt like hours the stone cooled, and stopped it’s glow. Rose glanced down to find the stone not the familiar auburn but now a cool sapphire like when it had been alight. She reached to the back of her head and instead of finding the gash she knew was there she found smooth scalp. Despite the blood that lay behind her she was no longer injured. The stone had healed her. Rose quickly drew herself up into a sitting position, glancing around to see if there were an other signs of the phenomenon that had just taken place. Not a speck of snow was out of place, and now that she noticed it the wind was no longer blowing.
