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He picked his hat from where he hung it on one of the branches of the tree under which he had sat, today like most of his other days had been lonely. But he didn't mind, for him loneliness was a very welcome feeling, one which he deserved. Alana had ruined him for any form of companionship, anyone who lived a day with him would see him at his worst. Well his worst was there everyday which meant anyone who met him was doomed to a bad day he thought with wry humour, Alana had made sure of that and it was his very own fault that she haunted his existence. He would take his own life if it was possible but he knew that he couldn't subject more people to paying for his sins. Suicide brought a curse upon the land as they had discovered two centuries before when the then King had taken his own life but as time progressed while there had been a few other cases of suicide. Punishments for those people's indiscretion had followed and in the last century no one had died by his own hand. and he wouldn't change that. When Alana had died, instinctively, he had known what he had to do to atone, even though he knew that nothing he'd never do would be enough he just had to make an attempt one which condemned him to a life of solitude. Far from the prying eyes of the villagers. Even before he did that, after her death, He had become a social pariah. Moving into the forest just seemed like an icing on the cake and he had known that it was what he had to do. Then he had thought it would get rid of his guilt but when it hadn't, he had long grown used to it, now he had no one. Perhaps some even thought he was dead he neither minded nor cared. At least not anymore. As he maneuvered himself though the half grown bushes
he thought about his life, he was barely twenty two and yet his life was over. He shook the sad though away willing quiet into his muddled brain, but no such luck. Every little thing reminded him of what could have been. He was so sure that if the villagers ever heard of what he did, he wouldn't even stand a chance, he might even be killed. Not that he ever intended to tell them anyways, they had thought he'd been selfish and had wanted to save his own life when she drowned, not the truth that she had died by his own hands, he had killed her and nothing he could do could change the truth but they would never know. He
never intended to tell anyone. Alana's family line had been cut off after her death since she had been an only child and the villagers had gotten to know of their blood magic when Alana's parents powers had gradually started transferring to him when it was time, now he was cursed. Many didn't know the extent of his powers, how they had the force of destruction or the strength of a panther, Jake picked the stone away from the mouth of the cave and made his way in. This was his life now and there was nothing he could do to change it. He farmed enough food for himself so that he didn't ever have to get in contact with any of the villagers again but he couldn't help feeling wistful especially when he thought about the girl he'd escorted home days before...STOP! he said loudly this time, the thoughts were
inviting but it could never happen so he has to stop himself from indulging in the fanciful. Such dreams were for normal people, people who had lives, his was over, and his dreams were haunted by a beautiful blue eyed Dastian with hair the colour of fire- the one he had killed...
* * * THE king had summoned her, Anne was confused, Dasteria wasn't a close knitted land, the only thing that ever brought them together was blood magic and inheritance of powers, and the little she knew about the king showed that he wasn't really one to stoop as low as pay condolences. The Da family were honorable people, fearless too she thought to herself as she tried to stifle the feeling of dread crawling up her spine. Her mother had had the power of premonition but she was yet to get the hang of hers. There were a lot of additions and adjustments to her powers but sometimes they drained her, just trying to understand them drained enough strength as it were so a few days ago she had stopped trying, She picked up her a shawl and made her way towards the palace, it was time to brace the outside world
She had only entered the palace twice, once when she was four, she had gone for Equinox, the festival of the moon, one which every Dastian was obligated to attend. But the her four years old memory wasn't enough to prepare her for the grandeur of the palace, it was like her fantasy world and very unlike anything that existed in the lives of the citizens of Dasteria, it was luxury at its best and for a moment Anne was lost in thought, if this wealth could be evenly distributed round the the land, no one would know lack again, but Dasteria was anything but peaceful, there was rancour and strife at every turn. She had heard of the stories of the former glory of Dasteria, how unity was the order of the day and the people genuinely loved each other, but that was then, now it was all the people could do not to begin to fight each other.
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RomanceEvery century, the Cinders curse is manifested in two Dastians, usually they are left alone to live the rest of their human life in solitude in hope for a better afterlife and every two thousand years, They are fortunate for them to be in opposite s...
