Prologue
The king and queen of Ayortha's firstborn child was cursed. Before it was born, the queen could sense something wrong with her baby. A heavy burden.
On a sunny, unusually warm March day, the child was born. An adorable baby boy. A great celebration was held that went late into the night. As the first rays of dawn shot from beyond the horizon, an evil witch, said to be the queen's distant relative, explained how it was she who cursed the newborn boy. When he was the age of 17, he would prick his finger on a needle...and die. This was an unusual way to die for a lad, but that didn't stop the king from ordering every needle in the country to be melted into a solid, blunt mass.
The witch went on to explain how she had poisoned the needle and it existed at that very moment. It needed 17 years for potency.
The small boy was whisked away with three fairies. They were the only creatures with power strong enough to protect the child from the witch's evil hunters and minions. Each of them wanted desperately to prove themselves to their mistress that they could murder this potentially dangerous infant, before he grew into an actually dangerous man.
And so, nine year old El lay awake, watching the ceiling. Long after her aunt had gone to bed, she still mulled over this amazing story she had just heard as she slowly drifted off...
A/N : what'd ya think?? my first fanfic, i promise there are more chappies comin, i've actually finished the whole story but i'm adding the chapters as i go. well, ttfn and r n' r s'il vous plait :D