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Curse

Ch.1

Being different is a curse. Mother says it's a blessing and everyone wants to be different until it's deadly to be different. It leaves you paranoid that you'll be snatched out of your bed in the middle of the night to be drowned. What if you say the wrong thing and get eyes on you? Already, you were terrified of the small village you lived in. The world was a scary place and you happened to be isolated on a small corner of the world. You knew nothing else, but this island and it felt like a living Hell.

Not all the time. There were moments where you were happy and you felt like you were living normally. Then again, other times you were petrified when some stupid classmates would lie about a troll being nearby. Someone would claim a fairy visited them at night. Then their story would change to the fairy being a pixie. By then, you knew they were lying. Though it wasn't farfetched for someone to say they saw a mythical creature. That was the world you lived in. People still called them mythical despite them being real. They were out there...but you've never seen one.

They tended to stay away from the village with how hard the council has tried to keep them away. New traps being invented and guards being on watch. What scared you most were the creatures that could manipulate humans and make them fall for their darkest desires. That's what happened with the story of the witch. Mother tells you that it's just a story that's been exaggerated after so many years. There could be lies in there, but there was truth to it. Creatures now roamed this part of earth and the castle sat abandoned faraway from the village. The royal family was dead.

A council was set up and in charge of handling everything in order to protect the human lives in the village. Your mother was a part of it. She was actually the head of the council, but she also technically wasn't your real mother. She hasn't really adopted you either though she cared for you and checked on you often. Honestly, the village did its best to help raise you despite keeping you sheltered for so much of your life. Your parents were killed by werewolves according to the older people of the village. Somehow you managed to survive as a baby.

You felt lost a lot of the time. Lonely too. What were you supposed to do when you didn't even have a penny under your name? It seemed like the entire village pitied you. A few of the elderly mocked your parents though for trying to leave the house on a blood moon. You ignored them anyway since the most you could do for your parents was live a good life. You'll try to be happy as paranoid as you were. You didn't want the same to happen to you and Mother made sure of it. She hated you leaving the house and preferred you always have someone by your side just in case.

You did have someone. His name was Youngjo. That's what you named him at least.

"Open the window!"

"Oh! My bad! Sorry, I was just thinking..." You jumped out of your thoughts. Outside your window was a raven angrily flapping its wings and scratching your window. Once you opened the window wide, he perched himself on the windowsill and looked for the treats you had in a small wooden bowl.

"Thinking about what? It made you forget to feed me." The raven pecked at its empty bowl.

He was a little annoying at times, but he was the only real company you had. Aside from Mother. Having a large raven as your only best friend was a bit sad. At the same time, confusing. You weren't born understanding him. It just sorta happened when you performed a spell...nothing suspicious! Really, you weren't possessed by a demon or anything. Youngjo is just a regular raven who got attached to you since you fed him all the time. Then you wanted to understand him and you had been secretly practicing spells so one thing led to another and...here you were.

"I was...thinking about when I was fourteen." You stepped away from your messy desk. There were papers scattered all over the place with drawings and instructions. Everything was written in a different language. There were symbols your mother would not recognize. If she knew what you were up to then you would end up dead.