The child had a glowing aura that surrounded him. He was only about two years of age, and was sleeping in his crib. His Mother, the Queen of Harpaa was weeped on her husband's shoulder. The King remained silent and avoided looking at the crib. The royal priest stood over the crib; he resisted the holy words of Harpaa "Who and the child of that shall not be possessed by evil, and will not come forth together as a matter to honor his family". The priest finished the chant, but the child still glowed. The Queen continued to weep, and the King waved the guards in. The guards entered and were about to grab the child, but before they could the chef's wife walked in.
"Please" she begged, "He is only a Child, it isn't his fault he possess the evil spirits." The Priest scolded at her.
"How dare you suggest that we let that monstrosity live. He is a danger to us all." He waved at the knights, and they squatted down and began to lift the crib.
"Wait," The King approach the chef's wife and spoke very clearly. "In the name of Harpaa I will not let this cursed child be apart of the royal linage." The Priest grinned at the chef's wife, but it didn't last long for the king's speech wasn't over. "In part of this, I will not kill my own son. So instead we will say he died of disease, and you will raise him in the village." The King took his Queen's hand, "But, if anyone finds out that he is of royal blood, then I will have him and your whole family charged for treason, and hanged at the stakes." She nodded, and went over to pick up the sleeping child. After she left the Queen looked at her husband.
"Did we make the right choice?" Her husband gave her a unsure glance.
"I'm not sure...."
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The Cursed
FantasyAlone, forgotten, and cast aside. Children of the court are made to be born perfect. But when a young boy is born with mysterious powers, the whole kingdom erupts into chaos. The young boy must go on a quest, to restore order to the kingdom, and...
