The Craft Family curse Part 1: The incident of Tori Simon

Prologue (part 1)

It was 2026 the year in which villages once destroyed were rebuilt. The year in which city populations decreased, while the populations within rebuilt villages had grown exponentially, still containing technology as to not go completely medieval (despite some who preferred to live as if they were in that era). However, one village in particular contained a family of three; the Nivella Village. These three were considered odd for living in a house big enough for ten people despite there being only three of them, and having different jobs that were unexpected, but the other villagers did not mind. The family consisted of a father, who lived and took care of his 2 sons supporting them upon their dreams. The father, Phil aged 34, was a blonde-haired man, who always wore a green Kimono with a black coat over it and a green hat, his job consisted of training crows to send messages to and from people around the village. The oldest son, Techno aged 21, was a white-haired man, who always wore a white shirt with black trouser and black boots with a brown belt that held a sheath for a sword, which never left the man’s side. Techno had chosen to work as a potato farmer, who decided to spend his free time training to wield swords and fight using hand to hand combat. He dedicated his life into teaching the village children the Art of War by Sun Tzu if they were willing. The youngest, Wilbur, aged 19, was a brown-haired man, who always wore a turtleneck shirt with grey trousers and black combat boots. Wilbur would usually go around playing songs to the villagers with a smile on his face, as he felt proud knowing his songs brightened up the villagers’ day.

They spent their days together when they could, and if they could not, they would tell stories of their days spent apart at dinner. They would laugh at the strangest things that occurred in the village and spent their time at festivals showing off their skills, whether it be fighting, singing, or tricks they trained birds. Today was a day like any other day, Phil had gone to the village to collect things for dinner after spending four hours training his crows, Wilbur was sat in his room practicing his guitar and writing up his new song ideas, and Techno was farming his potatoes, while making sure none became infected with bugs.

Walking passed the villagers, Phil waved and smiled at the adults while chuckling at the children running around, which in turn made the children laugh and smile at the nice man who was always helping the other villagers when he could. One child came up to Phil and tugged at his clothes. Raising an eyebrow, Phil looked down at the child, “Yes?”
“Mr Craft when can we next see the pretty birds?” The small child asked with a head tilt, which made them look like a confused puppy. “Well, the next time you’ll see my pretty birds will be at the crop festival next week.” He replied smiling at the child, who thanked and hugged the man before running back to his friends and continuing their game, which looked like freeze tag to Phil. He then carried on his journey to the technoet as he required vegetables for dinner and fruit for dessert.

Back at home, Techno is farming his potatoes when he feels eyes staring at him. Squinting his eyes ready to glare at the person staring, he turned around with his sword out pointing towards the forest. Nothing and no one could be seen. Slowly yet cautiously, Techno advanced towards the forest with his sword at his side. “Who’s out there?!?!” He yelled, yet all he could hear was tweeting of the birds, and his brother’s guitar playing coming to a stop at the sound of his brother yelling.

Wilbur was strumming his guitar and humming the lyrics to his newest song. He was trying to find the perfect tune to go with the lyrics as to make sure it was ready to perform in front of the other villagers. He was humming the chorus until he heard his brother yelling, “Who’s out there?!?!” He paused his humming and stopped strumming his guitar placing it carefully on his bed, before quickly running to his brother who was stood looking at the forest with an intense stare.
“Why were you yelling?” Wilbur asked confused as to why his brother was staring at the forest with his sword out ready to attack someone.
“I thought I felt someone watching us, but I guess it was nothing.” Techno replied placing his sword back into his sheath before walking back to the house with his brother.
“Well, you’ve never been wrong about these type of things before.” Wilbur said shrugging his shoulders, while also being wary at the thought of someone watching his family.
When they got back to the house, Wilbur went back to his room to continue with his music, while Techno went to the family library and sat in his favourite comfortable chair to read his book. The idea of someone watching them from the forest still fresh on the brothers’ mind.