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The Púca, (Irish for Spirit/Ghost) Pooka, Phouka, Phooka, Phooca or Púka, is a Creature of Irish Folklore, considered to be bringers of both good and bad fortune, they can either help or hinder communities. The creature were said to be Shape-changers which could take the appearance of black horses, goats, dogs and rabbits. No matter what shape the Pooka takes its fur is always dark. It most commonly takes the form of a sleek black horse with a flowing mane and golden eyes. There are even stories of some Pooka being blood-thirsty, Vampire-like creatures. Other stories even say they are man eating beings, hunting down, killing and eating their victims. The Pooka is a creature of the mountains and the hills and in those regions there are stories of it appearing on the 1st of November and providing prophecies and warnings to those who consult it and help wary travelers find their way.
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A Pooka is a humanoid rabbit. But a select few are called Damned Pooka; they are the ones that have Dark or Black fur and Golden eyes. I am one of them.
My name is Carmilla .L. O'Hare and I was seventeen when I died. I bet your wondering, 'How did you die?', well I was killed. Killed by my own parents and sister. 'Why?', I hear you ask? Well let me explain.
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"Aaaaw their so cute." One of the Midwives said holding up the biggest girl, the child's ear popped out of the blanket she had wrapped around herself.
"But this one doesn't have the crown." Another midwife picked up the other, smaller, twin.
"What do you mean?" Asked the King, letting go of his mate's hand to go over and look at the child. The Midwife handed over the child and the father stroked the child's forehead where an image of a crown should be. "That's strange." Said the King, furrowing his brow.
"What's wrong Askine? What's wrong with my babies!?" Asked the queen in a panic, her snow white fur matted to her body with blood and sweat.
Askine handed over the child to the queen. "She doesn't have her marking is all, Elizabeth. Nothing the healer can't handle." Askine sat beside Elizabeth, while she stroked the snow white fur on the infant's forehead.
"I hope so." Elizabeth whispered, a tear forming in her eye. Askine took the other child from the other midwife. "Let's name them." Suggested Elizabeth.
"Hmmm how about… Charlotte Rose for this one?" He pointed at the wailing child in his arms with his nose.
"Charlotte Rose Delaine." She tested the name on her tongue. "What about the runt?" She smiled down at the sleeping child in her arms.
"You name her." Askine said looking up at his mate with loving eyes.
She smiled back. "How about… Carmilla?" She looked down at her child.
"Yeah… Carmilla London's Delaine. How about it?" He looked at the sleeping child and then back to the still wailing one in his arms.
"I like it, sounds nice." She smiled at both her children.
"Sorry to interrupt this precious family moment, but we must bathe the Queen before the blood dries." Elizabeth looked at the Midwife.
"Help me up then. Askine, will you bring them into our room and put them to sleep please?" The Queen asked her mate. He nodded and the midwife helped the Queen into the hot rose-scented bath.
The King brought his two daughters into the room and laid them in their cradle. He sighed, stroking Charlotte's forehead where the Delaine crown symbol was. He looked to his eldest daughter. The Runt. "What are we going to do with you?" He asked himself.
Askine sighed once more, lay down in his bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Three weeks later
The King and Queen's children had opened their eyes on a cold November's Day, Charlotte had Sparkling, Ocean-Blue eyes and Carmilla had Ice- Blue eyes, they were almost white as snow with a few flecks of light blue in them.
On this day Elizabeth and Askine brought their eldest daughter to the Village healer. On the way to the healers hut they were met with stares from the peasants. A little girl, dressed in an old apron, a raggy brown dress and an off-white bonnet came up to the Queen.
"This is for your baby, your Majesty." The child smiled at Elizabeth. She took in the child's appearance, dirty blonde fur with ginger blobs of fur splattered around messily, it looked as if she'd not had a good wash for a long time and her fur was all unkempt. She handed the Queen a Lily Lollipop flower.
Elizabeth just stared at the half-destroyed flower in distaste and walked on, leaving the child standing where she was.
When the King and Queen reached the healers the King ordered his guards to stand and keep watch while they went inside. The two Guards didn't say anything they just stood each side of the entrance, pointing their scythes at each other in a criss-cross way.
"Who is it?" A weak voice asked, it sounded as if it had been dragged through a field of sand-paper.
"It is Askine and Elizabeth; we are here to seek your knowledge Healer." Askine said his voice full confidence.
"Do come over then and I will bathe you in my knowledge." The old woman cackled.
They walked into the next room only to see a short, wrinkly, patchy, hunched-over, pink furred Pooka mixing something grey in a pot atop a table.
"So, what is it you want to know?" Asked the Healer, stopping what she was doing and looking at them with her Sparkling fuchsia eyes
"Well, as you know we had twins three weeks ago, but one… but one…" The Queen trailed off.
"One was born without the crown." The King finished for his mate, who was staring at the floor.
The Healer's eyes widened. "Show me, show me." She reached for the child and the Queen handed her over.
The Healer walked over to the table and threw the grey powdered substance on the ground causing it to make a tiny explosion. She laid the child on the table and un-wrapped her from the blanket. The child shivered and sneezed in response.
The Healer plucked a hair from the child and put it in a bowl, she grabbed a hand-full of green powder and put that in the bowl too and she mixed it up with a bit of water. Last of all she poured it all out on a smaller table. And she looked…
She turned around with a fearful look on her face and took a deep breath and let it out again. She picked up the child and gave her to the King, who was ready and waiting.
She looked them both in the eye.
"Your child is doomed to be… one of the," She paused.
"One of the what? TELL ME!" The Queen shook her by the shoulders. The King told her to calm down and she calmed down a little bit.
"She is destined to be… one of the Damned."
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The little girl with the splotched fur stood outside a hut opposite the one the King, Queen and Healer were in. She walked up to the entrance. Nobody seemed to notice her; it was as if she wasn't even there. She looked past the guards, into the hut, where the little girl who would change everything lay… And smiled.
The Little girl walked away, the flower in her hand. She walked to the edge of the forest, but nobody noticed her changing. The flower turned into a heart shaped watch, her fur disappeared and her brown dress turned into a yellow suit, her feet adorned Wellington boots. And He smiled.
Desmond Tiny was back. And no one was going to spoil his fun.
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I have surprised myself, I didn't mean to write a chapter, I just meant to write out my plot… Oh well hope you enjoyed and REVIEW!
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