A Fairy Tale

PROLOGUE

Hair as white as snow,

Eyes as black as night,

And lips as red as blood...

She who brings light

Will bring darkness blight

Although deprived of sight

All will fall under her might...

Moon Goddess hear our plea

Make her see

Her mate as fate decree...

And so the legend of the white wolf was passed down the seven realms. In the world of magic and mystery, all of the otherworld creatures waited, with bated breath, the coming of the "gift of the moon goddess".
The seven realms were spread out, each has their own king but all were under King Cadmus, the most powerful lycan king to whom the Moon Goddess has gifted a human, half werewolf named Elaine.  It was believed that the queen will bear the white wolf of legend but King Cadmus was sceptical.  The realms have remained peaceful for centuries, or so he thought.

Disaster struck when Queen Elaine was struck down with malaise.  All the doctors from different realms tried to cure her.  Vampires, werewolves, faeries, elves, dwarves, giants and humans.  All have tried but a human witch told the kingthat none can cure the queen as a curse was placed on her.  The king became frantic.  A wolf without its mate will go feral so he begged the witch to give him a solution.  Since the queen was gifted by the moon goddess to the king, the witch can create a counter curse.  But it will only take effect once the queen gives birth.  With the help of seven of the most powerful magic users from each realm, a barrier was created in the kingdom.  The queen regained her strength and the royal couple remained within this sphere of happiness until the curse will come to pass.

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Elsewhere

"Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is fairest one of all..."

A beautiful woman flipped her auburn hair sideways and smirked evilly.  She felt the last vestige of life drain from the fair lycan queen.  She was successfull in ending her beautiful self.  Too bad Cadmus was unreachable.

Her mother had taught her one must remain a beauty to be the envy of all and even taught her black magic.  She waved her hand onto her wall mirror.  It rippled once and the face of her sister, one of the queen's attendants shone, the dark castle Cyrae almost a backdrop.

"You got what you wanted, Vivian.  Elaine is no more.  I'm coming home."  Chelsea von Buren smirked as her sister grinned happily.  Her face was truly an angel.  She was able to enchant King Cadmus' young brother into believing that she is his mate and rule the werewolves' pack in the north.  How she wished she was just as fair.  Her eyes shifted back to Cyrae and noticed the briars popping out to encompass the enchanted castle.  At least her face does not incur her sister's wrath...

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This is my first story on Wattpad.  Sort of a trial if I could really finish writing a book.  Please comment on what you think about this.  Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated ;)