Once Daniel Robinson turned 14, he got cursed because of his family's heriditary curse. If he talk about someone, it will affect them badly, to the point of being killed or hurt. But he can't live like this anymore. Things need to change!
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That evening, Daniel sank into the depths of his thoughts, shrouded in the darkness of his room. He stared at the moon, its pale light barely piercing the gloom. His mind was a whirl of questions.
"Why do I have to inherit this curse from my parents? Why did it start with me? " He was determined to uncover the truth behind this mystery and see if there was a way to break free from it. His first step was to confront his parents. He found his mother, but when asked her about the curse, she refused to write anything down or give him any clues.
Frustrated, he decided to wait for his father to come home. When he finally arrived, Daniel approached him directly. He looked at him with a mix of surprise and understanding before leading him into his room.
He fetched a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling hurriedly: “It was my fault. I bear the curse, not your mother.”
He was taken aback, but he needed more answers. He scribbled back, “How is Mom affected then?” He sighed deeply before writing: “The curse. If I married someone, she would be cursed as well.”
It was beginning to make sense. He had one more pressing question. “How did the curse start, and why are we the only one affected?”
He smiled sadly and began to write, “There was a country we used to live in—” but then his expression changed abruptly. His eyes widened in panic, and he scratched out the words.
With a hurried scrawl, he wrote: “There is a school you must attend. That is where you belong.” Without another word, he left the room swiftly, communicating with his wife using sign language. Her face fell, losing the last traces of her smile.
Daniel followed her to his room and attempted to communicate using the limited sign language he knew. “What’s going on?” She responded with a resigned gesture: “You only need your clothes for now. Just prepare to go.”
He was desperate to understand more. “Where am I going? I need to know!”
She ignored his plea, focusing on packing his bag. The thought of leaving his friends behind was unbearable. He was eager to uncover the truth, but wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet. With the departure scheduled for the next morning, his only option was to escape.
At midnight, as his parents slept, he slipped out of the house. He had no clear destination in mind but stumbled upon a large tree on a hill. It seemed like a good place to pause and gather his thoughts. As he caught his breath beneath its branches,
