It kinda sounds silly, like something out of the fairy tale books I used to
read. But it's true: I do have a curse.
I'll start at the begining. My mom met my dad at school. They used to bicker all the time, but they eventually fell in love. When my mom got pregnant with me she was in tears, not just because she was happy but because she was torn. You see, my mom had been living a lie: she didn't actually belong to the world my dad did. She was a princess from another demension. She was one of the gentry: a fae. She knew she couldn't stay with my dad but she couldn't tell him why. She also knew that I was his child. So, as much as it hurt her she left him without a word and took me with her.
I was born in the other demension, called Avalyn. It is a peaceful place where my mother's family reigned benevolently. I lived in peace with them as well. At my birth, it was said that a pure black unicorn with a silvery mane, tail and horn and silver and black feathered wings. came to the palace. It was a sign, the elders said, that I was to be a great enchantress, more powerful than any had ever seen since my great-great- great-great-great grandmother, Selene Blackwing. The unicorn left her foal, who had been born the same day as me, with us to become my familiar.
I grew up to be a precious child. My hair was the trade mark shining ebony of my family and my eyes, well, most of the time they were green-blue, but they have been known to change colour when I am under extreme emotions.
It wasn't until my 13th birthday when I found everything out. On that day, the whole kingdom was celebrating. There was to be a grand ball and feast. It was supposed to be the day I officially became of age to start my real training in ernest. Up until that time I had been secretly training myself in the ancient magicks of the fae and was already pretty good, but I was looking forward to true training by the enchanter of the time. During the party it all went bad. A beautiful, curvy woman in a slinky black dress with long blue-black hair that trailed to the floor and red eyes came. In knew she was trouble the minute I saw her.
My mother stood up from her throan and yelled: "Begone, dark enchantress! You have no place in these walls!"
The dark enchantress laughed and threw up her hands. Bolts of dark energy shot out of her finger tips and hurt the people at the ball. There were screams and terror. The bolts flew everywhere, except on me. I threw up my hands and a sheild protected me from the attack. I rushed over to my fallen mother to protect her as well. I saw she was badly hurt... in my rage I started to scream. The screams cut through the noise like a knife and the horrible woman fell to her knees, clutching her ears; screaming. I could feel the energy building up inside me so I used it. Fire formed at my finger tips and I threw a fire ball at the woman.
She burst into flames for only a few minutes. The flames vanished and she stood up again. She looked as furious as I felt. The air crackled with the pent energy in both of us. She said an unholy spell and fired a ball of dark, swirling energy at me. I threw up a mirror shield and deflected it back at her. She didn't even blink, the energy was simply reabsorbed. Dark energy didn't harm her.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
She smiled. "Poor little child," she simpered. "You're little birthday is ruined?"
"Why have you come here? Talk!" I demanded.
A strange look came over her face. "I am here... for revenge. SHE," she pointed to my fallen mother and spat the word as if it were a curse. "banished me years ago. She was jealous of me. Always has been."
I glanced at my mother, who was struggling to her feet. "Lies." I said. "My mother would never-" but I couldn't finish the sentence as another ball of dark energy speeding towards me. Time slowed down as my mother suddenly threw herself in front of me to sheild me from the attack.
I won't go into detail what happened next. It's all very fuzzy. I remember my mother's last words. I cannot share them now... they are special to me. And what happened after she died in my arms, well, I don't remember. People told me that after that I started to summon elements to do my bidding and I defeated the wretched woman, but before she died she cursed me. I vaugely remember hearing her curse and then I only remember cold darkness. It enveloped me entirely.
I woke up two days later. An elder explained to me I had been cursed. He told me the woman who attacked us used to be an enchantress who showed true potential but was exiled into the shadow realms because of her dabbling in the dark arts. He told me the curse she cast would slowly kill me by turning my powers against me. But he told me there was hope; my powers were obviously centered around the elements. This was a very rare and special gift that hasn't been seen in ages, not since the very first fae occupied this land. He told me I would have to go and find the Orb of Elements.
Then he told me my mother was dead. I had already known but hearing out loud finilized it. I wept for what seemed like days.
The next few years are a blur. I remembered training as hard as I possibly could, I remembered reading as many books I could get my hands on and I also remember... not feeling.
It happened slowly but as the years progressed I started to... not care. About anything. It was as if all the feelings in me were dying; as if I was dying. That must have been part of the curse, I told myself, to make me not care if I live or die.
And it started to happen. I started to think "What's the point?". Then, on one rainy day, when I was 16, I was wandering the castle. I had stumbled upon a secret room in my mother's old room. In the room was a large oak chest. The lock looked sturdy and magical. Driven by curiousity, I blasted the lock off with a bolt of lightining.
Inside the chest was many strange things. There was an old black robe with red and gold trimmings. A crest that read "Gryffindor" with a lion was pinned to it. Underneith the robe was a few more things: a small jewlery box, a small slim box, and a photo album.
I pulled out the photo album and stared at the strange pictures. It was my mother all right, but with people I didn't recognise. The pictures actually moved. My mother, from countless years ago, waved at me with a smile and next to her- next to her was a boy with black hair and an arm around her waist. They ocassionally shared a glance and looked away blushing. I had no idea who this man was, but as I flicked through more pictures I started to... feel again. The sight of my mother - who looked only 16 and looked just like me - was bittersweet.
Next I picked up the jewlery box. Inside was a simple pendant of a pearl held on a thin silver chain. Under it was a folded up letter. Mistified, I picked it up and read it.
"To Aria
Happy birthday. I found this when I was little and well I'm a little short on money so... I really hope you like it. My granny said it was an "unicorn tear" but I think it's obvious it's just a pearl.
Love-"
And the name was too smudged to read. But it didn't matter. I just stared at the "Love" part he had written. I shook my head and picked up the slim box. In it was a stick. It had a silver antique handle with some kind of polished black wood shaft. On the very tip was a small blue crystal of some kind. This, I knew, was a wand. I didn't think our kind made wands anymore. I picked it up cautiously and gave it an experimental wave. Sparks shot of the tip like a fireworks and made me jump.
I knew there had to be an explanation for this. I took all the things out of the chest and put them in my room. Then I went and demanded the elders to give me an explanation. My heart was pounding and my face was red but I was feeling again. It was wonderful.
They told me, rather reluctantly, that my mother had gone for an education in an other demension. A place called "Hogwarts" and that there was where she met my father. I was stunned. I had asked about my father before but my mother always looked so pained when I brought it up. I didn't want to hurt her.
They also told me that they had been searching for the Orb and think they may have located it... on Earth. I wanted to go there. I wanted to find my father and I wanted to live again. I clutched the wand I kept in my pocket. They told me I couldn't go, they said it was too dangerous.
So I ran away. That night I packed everything up, including all my mother's things, and opened a portal to the next demesion. To Earth.
And that's where my story begins.
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Ok the chapter may be a bit too long. sorry! special thanks to my bud Chantal, aka star storm raven who helped me out with this chappie!! go check out her story its in my fav stories list! its really good too!
Anyway pls read and review! I would really appreciate it! Thanks!
I'll start at the begining. My mom met my dad at school. They used to bicker all the time, but they eventually fell in love. When my mom got pregnant with me she was in tears, not just because she was happy but because she was torn. You see, my mom had been living a lie: she didn't actually belong to the world my dad did. She was a princess from another demension. She was one of the gentry: a fae. She knew she couldn't stay with my dad but she couldn't tell him why. She also knew that I was his child. So, as much as it hurt her she left him without a word and took me with her.
I was born in the other demension, called Avalyn. It is a peaceful place where my mother's family reigned benevolently. I lived in peace with them as well. At my birth, it was said that a pure black unicorn with a silvery mane, tail and horn and silver and black feathered wings. came to the palace. It was a sign, the elders said, that I was to be a great enchantress, more powerful than any had ever seen since my great-great- great-great-great grandmother, Selene Blackwing. The unicorn left her foal, who had been born the same day as me, with us to become my familiar.
I grew up to be a precious child. My hair was the trade mark shining ebony of my family and my eyes, well, most of the time they were green-blue, but they have been known to change colour when I am under extreme emotions.
It wasn't until my 13th birthday when I found everything out. On that day, the whole kingdom was celebrating. There was to be a grand ball and feast. It was supposed to be the day I officially became of age to start my real training in ernest. Up until that time I had been secretly training myself in the ancient magicks of the fae and was already pretty good, but I was looking forward to true training by the enchanter of the time. During the party it all went bad. A beautiful, curvy woman in a slinky black dress with long blue-black hair that trailed to the floor and red eyes came. In knew she was trouble the minute I saw her.
My mother stood up from her throan and yelled: "Begone, dark enchantress! You have no place in these walls!"
The dark enchantress laughed and threw up her hands. Bolts of dark energy shot out of her finger tips and hurt the people at the ball. There were screams and terror. The bolts flew everywhere, except on me. I threw up my hands and a sheild protected me from the attack. I rushed over to my fallen mother to protect her as well. I saw she was badly hurt... in my rage I started to scream. The screams cut through the noise like a knife and the horrible woman fell to her knees, clutching her ears; screaming. I could feel the energy building up inside me so I used it. Fire formed at my finger tips and I threw a fire ball at the woman.
She burst into flames for only a few minutes. The flames vanished and she stood up again. She looked as furious as I felt. The air crackled with the pent energy in both of us. She said an unholy spell and fired a ball of dark, swirling energy at me. I threw up a mirror shield and deflected it back at her. She didn't even blink, the energy was simply reabsorbed. Dark energy didn't harm her.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
She smiled. "Poor little child," she simpered. "You're little birthday is ruined?"
"Why have you come here? Talk!" I demanded.
A strange look came over her face. "I am here... for revenge. SHE," she pointed to my fallen mother and spat the word as if it were a curse. "banished me years ago. She was jealous of me. Always has been."
I glanced at my mother, who was struggling to her feet. "Lies." I said. "My mother would never-" but I couldn't finish the sentence as another ball of dark energy speeding towards me. Time slowed down as my mother suddenly threw herself in front of me to sheild me from the attack.
I won't go into detail what happened next. It's all very fuzzy. I remember my mother's last words. I cannot share them now... they are special to me. And what happened after she died in my arms, well, I don't remember. People told me that after that I started to summon elements to do my bidding and I defeated the wretched woman, but before she died she cursed me. I vaugely remember hearing her curse and then I only remember cold darkness. It enveloped me entirely.
I woke up two days later. An elder explained to me I had been cursed. He told me the woman who attacked us used to be an enchantress who showed true potential but was exiled into the shadow realms because of her dabbling in the dark arts. He told me the curse she cast would slowly kill me by turning my powers against me. But he told me there was hope; my powers were obviously centered around the elements. This was a very rare and special gift that hasn't been seen in ages, not since the very first fae occupied this land. He told me I would have to go and find the Orb of Elements.
Then he told me my mother was dead. I had already known but hearing out loud finilized it. I wept for what seemed like days.
The next few years are a blur. I remembered training as hard as I possibly could, I remembered reading as many books I could get my hands on and I also remember... not feeling.
It happened slowly but as the years progressed I started to... not care. About anything. It was as if all the feelings in me were dying; as if I was dying. That must have been part of the curse, I told myself, to make me not care if I live or die.
And it started to happen. I started to think "What's the point?". Then, on one rainy day, when I was 16, I was wandering the castle. I had stumbled upon a secret room in my mother's old room. In the room was a large oak chest. The lock looked sturdy and magical. Driven by curiousity, I blasted the lock off with a bolt of lightining.
Inside the chest was many strange things. There was an old black robe with red and gold trimmings. A crest that read "Gryffindor" with a lion was pinned to it. Underneith the robe was a few more things: a small jewlery box, a small slim box, and a photo album.
I pulled out the photo album and stared at the strange pictures. It was my mother all right, but with people I didn't recognise. The pictures actually moved. My mother, from countless years ago, waved at me with a smile and next to her- next to her was a boy with black hair and an arm around her waist. They ocassionally shared a glance and looked away blushing. I had no idea who this man was, but as I flicked through more pictures I started to... feel again. The sight of my mother - who looked only 16 and looked just like me - was bittersweet.
Next I picked up the jewlery box. Inside was a simple pendant of a pearl held on a thin silver chain. Under it was a folded up letter. Mistified, I picked it up and read it.
"To Aria
Happy birthday. I found this when I was little and well I'm a little short on money so... I really hope you like it. My granny said it was an "unicorn tear" but I think it's obvious it's just a pearl.
Love-"
And the name was too smudged to read. But it didn't matter. I just stared at the "Love" part he had written. I shook my head and picked up the slim box. In it was a stick. It had a silver antique handle with some kind of polished black wood shaft. On the very tip was a small blue crystal of some kind. This, I knew, was a wand. I didn't think our kind made wands anymore. I picked it up cautiously and gave it an experimental wave. Sparks shot of the tip like a fireworks and made me jump.
I knew there had to be an explanation for this. I took all the things out of the chest and put them in my room. Then I went and demanded the elders to give me an explanation. My heart was pounding and my face was red but I was feeling again. It was wonderful.
They told me, rather reluctantly, that my mother had gone for an education in an other demension. A place called "Hogwarts" and that there was where she met my father. I was stunned. I had asked about my father before but my mother always looked so pained when I brought it up. I didn't want to hurt her.
They also told me that they had been searching for the Orb and think they may have located it... on Earth. I wanted to go there. I wanted to find my father and I wanted to live again. I clutched the wand I kept in my pocket. They told me I couldn't go, they said it was too dangerous.
So I ran away. That night I packed everything up, including all my mother's things, and opened a portal to the next demesion. To Earth.
And that's where my story begins.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Ok the chapter may be a bit too long. sorry! special thanks to my bud Chantal, aka star storm raven who helped me out with this chappie!! go check out her story its in my fav stories list! its really good too!
Anyway pls read and review! I would really appreciate it! Thanks!