Prologue
"So this is it." A cloaked figure murmured. It was sitting on the window sill and watching the girl on the bed. The girl on the bed was in her early teens, long brown curls framing her face. On her bedside was a picture of four people: a younger version of the girl on the bed; a boy maybe a couple of years older than her; a smiling black haired girl with tired eyes and an older woman with black hair tied up into a tight bun who was their mother. The mother was frowning at the camera and wasn't paying attention to the children running around behind her.
The cloaked figure panted but continued.
"I'm sorry. I wish I could have been a better sister to you. I left before I could hurt you, and that was years ago. When you were only a child. And now I've come back but I can't even stay." The figure whispered to the teen. "At least our brother will provide for you. I wish you a happy life."
The girl on the bed opened her eyes sleepily. "Sis?"
The cloaked girl sat up before falling back. The girl on the bed jumped up and ran to the window. It was a long way down but the teen could hear her sister whisper one more thing before she hit the ground.
"Goodbye, Anna..."
A mother was holding her newborn in her arms and sitting on a rocking chair. Her husband had just walked out of the room to go to sleep in the room next door.
The woman had long blonde hair that went to her waist. She walked across the room to put the in the cradle, taking care not to wake up the baby again. She gently put the baby down and smiled at the baby.
"I love you, my dear Elizabeth." The mother whispered to her sleeping baby.
Suddenly she fell to the floor twitching. The baby's face scrunched up as if she would start crying again when they both stopped. The woman got up panting and frowned at the baby, who only stared at the mother. The mother walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving the now awake baby in darkness.
The baby blinked at the darkness before going back to sleep.
It was nighttime. Almost nobody was out on the streets. But the in the woods, there was life everywhere. They had all heard the news.
In the woods, a woman with deep wounds around her body walked into an abandoned house. She limped her way though the door to see it transform before her very eyes. The lights turned on and there was a staircase. Paintings filled the hallways and the mess that was once part of the abandoned house was cleaned up.
The lady smirked and limped her way to the living room where there only sat one chair. The lady chuckled and sat on it, feeling it change into a throne.
"Well, well. Its been quite a while, has it not?" She questioned.
Nobody answered her but she grinned and threw her head back, laughing her head off. When she finally stopped, she looked at the empty space in front of her.
"Well? Is nobody going to give me a proper welcome?" She snapped, frowning.
The lights dimmed slightly before returning to their normal brightness. Music started playing from another room.
The lady nodded approvingly before standing up and walking towards one of the doors to her left. It revealed many dresses and the lady chose one at random.
"We will celebrate my victory on this night. Everyone is invited." The woman said airily before the lights went out.
"Oh, darling. How many times have we done this?" A woman said. She led a young girl through her house.
"Have you already forgotten, dear mother?" The girl answered with her own question. Her voice was void of any emotion but her black eyes betrayed her anxiety.
"Oh darling. Of course not. It's been twenty-five times. With this time, its going to be twenty-six." The mother answered giddily and clapped her hands. Immediately, maids and butlers appeared around the two ladies.
"Yes, mistress?" They asked in unison.
"Prepare some food for us. We can't do that on an empty stomach, now can we?" The mother said happily.
The servants bowed lowly before disappearing into rooms.
"So, how have you been? Did you travel the world again?"
The younger girl nodded stiffly.
"Such a bore. There's nothing interesting to see anymore."
The daughter shrugged. "There's been wars. Monuments have been built. Famous people have died. Art has been created."
"Oh but all that is so dull", the mother sighed, pulling a loose strand back.
"People have started believing in us again. And fearing us."
"Well that's news. Then again its happened so many times, it doesn't really matter. They always come back to us." The mother said, her eyes flashing dangerously at the end.
A little girl with long red hair walked down the streets. Her mother trailed carelessly behind her, staring at the valuables all around them.
"Don't wander too far, Anya." The mother called before walking over to a stall full of jewelry.
"Yes, mum." Anya shouted before going to another stall a ways away from her mother. She inspected all the toys offered before sniffing her nose in disdain. As she turned, a hand shot out and grabbed her arm.
"You." A raspy voice said.
Anya turned to see a wrinkly old lady grabbing her hand with a grin.
"You are next. And so is your mother." The old woman said before cackling.
Anya screamed, attracting the crowd's attention. Anya's own mother came running.
"What is wrong with you?! You're scaring her!" Anya's mother cried, pulling Anya from the old woman's grasp.
"Yes. I think you two will do nicely." The elder said, releasing Anya's arm and grabbing the mother's throat.
A white light erupted from everywhere and Anya and her mother's screams could be heard.
What happened next, nobody seemed to remember. All that stood out in their memories was that three things: the old woman was laying on the ground, dead; Anya's mother never really cared much for her daughter anymore; and Anya disappeared three days from that incident.
Mimi's back! And she brought the remake of The Cursed Ones! New prologue! A fresh start. Things might be a bit more differently but they will end up the same as I planned. I hope. I hope everyone came back and that I got new readers.
About the prologue... Well, it's better than last time. You can understand it better. I hope. This is connected to my other OCs but probably not in the way everyone thinks. In fact, the characters here are mainly minor, but do have roles in the story that lead to certain events happening in a certain way.
Now that I think about it, maybe what I'm putting in the prologue is revealing things, but I don't know how the reader's feel or think.
Hope you all like it and please review!
