Summary: Britannia is a Kingdom of noble blood and at one time maybe even noble causes. But that was a very long time ago, now the warlock V.v. has control over the once great king Charles and is bent on power. That is until a certain young prince is born. Two princes actually. One in the small kingdom to the east and the other in Britannia, The Black Prince and the White Knight they will later be called and they are cursed together the same curse only a mirror of that curse. It binds them together and forces them into something they are not all that sure about. Together they can accomplish anything but can they survive separate long enough to work through their differences and faults to bring down an entire kingdom filled with fairies, witches and dragons?

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Curse of Fayte

Chapter One

First Gift

12/21/2010 2:45 PM

The constant scratching didn't wear on his nerves quite like it used too. It could have been the fact that he had come to realize that snatching up the absurd black hawk feather quill and breaking it into several pieces would do no good what so ever in getting the witch's attention or that he simple had become accustom to hearing it every time he came. He stood in the entrance to the grand hall. The black eerily dark violet gleam of the polished marble had also been a hindrance to him the first few months of this. But standing there for so long it no longer bothered him knowing that the stone weren't naturally that hue. Now he never even batted an eye at the long marble hall that lead to the grand staircases he had yet to ever set foot upon. The large black columns towered over them to form a belted cathedral ceiling high above. It was only a few months ago that he had started to notice the bat fairies and night sprites inhabiting the deep intricate carvings near the top.

He looked back down from the stone cavern top as there was a brief pause in the scratching of the quill point. Before him was a small turret set in the same black stone that formed up several feet of more carvings and smaller black pillars. Atop this the stone had been formed (not cut, he knew none of this had been done by a stone mason) into a writers desk of sorts. There sat the Witch.

Bright apple green tresses pooled around her in silken piles as her cat like yellow eyes looked up from her writings to him. Her outfit was as always the same black variety of scandal but she was a witch so it was to be expected to a degree. He had always thought she looked like a sculptured statue. Her pale complexion and cold expressions only furthered that comparison as she looked at him. Her long delicate but most definitely feminine features caste her beauty to him, a spell possibly? He smiled wryly. No spell could break through his bonds. She gave a deep sigh as she slumped forward in an uncouth fashion to the one a person might think that she was made for. She rested her chin on her in her porcelain palm and finally acknowledged him with those golden eyes.

"Suzaku." she said in greeting.

Suzaku ducked his head in a hello. He was standing before her in his white knights cloths he had once used at court and other formal affairs. The white garb wasn't as pristine as it once had been but at the very least it was the best he had anymore. He still took pleasure in the fact that the boots were shined black, the gold buttons polished, the medals all in their respective places and not a single unsightly wrinkle was to be seen in the richly thick fabric despite the fact the uniform was stored in saddle bags for the most part. The only thing left in perfect mint condition was the amber gold jewel at his Suzaku's neck. It hung in a conservative setting of a round cut, connected to a simple silver chain.

"Why are you here?" the Witch huffed. "You and I both know he doesn't want to see you."

Suzaku let a sad smile grace his tanned features. "One day he may. All the same, I need to let him know I'm still here."

She gave a snort.

"Why are you here C.c.? Isn't your work for him done?"

"You mean haven't I caused enough chaos for the two of you?" C.c. asked eyeing him from her turret.

Suzaku gave a shrug.

"I'm here for his sake, Suzaku."

"So am I." Suzaku countered.

C.c. let out a growl. "Don't mock me."

"I would never consider it." Suzaku said giving a sweeping bow. The royal blue cape of his swung back in a flurry of material.

"hnnh." C.c. let out and sat up, correcting her posture. She pulled from one of the small drawers a piece of white parchment. She placed it before her and turned to take the hawk feather quill into her delicate hand. "The same message as always? Or would you like any variation."

"Tell him I love him." Suzaku said.

"That's not a variation." C.c. said as her eyes turned down to the paper and she quickly started to write in sharp spindly script.

Suzaku shrugged again. "Just make sure you tell him."

C.c. stopped abruptly she sat back looked at the piece of parchment before leaned down and added the final statement.

"I trust you're not writing nonsense." Suzaku said with a smile.

"I'm telling him some flaming homosexual has-been-Knight keeps showing up with his stick and iguana and that my advice is we turn the hounds on him."

"Perfect." Suzaku said toneless. "Although it's called a lance…and its ceremonial…of sorts."

"I don't care." C.c. informed him as she wrote still hunched over the parchment. She sat up then and filed through the contents of the desk in search of an envelope. "Besides, he isn't a princess, and the iguana is with you after all so really you have this all wrong."

"Lancelot," Suzaku corrected. "Isn't anywhere near the things I've seen wandering around this place."

"So you do admit he's an iguana?" C.c. said. She stopped an amused look pointed at the Knight before her.

Suzaku rolled his eyes. "Just finish up will you."

A smile spread on her thin pale lips. "Of course." She folded the parchment nimbly before slipping the note in the envelope. She didn't bother with the raven seal any more. After so long what wash the point? The answer was always the same anyway. She leaned forward to the single dripping candle on the desk. She touched it and whispered something Suzaku never caught before reaching forward and letting the flames engulf the letter. The flame turned to violet just as they always did upon touching the parchment and the letter was dissolved into them quickly.

Suzaku waited patiently. He knew it would be a few minutes before a reply would come.

"Should we try to divulge in small talk or would you prefer the silence?"

Suzaku looked up at her, questionable expression on his face.

"Who knows we might actually get into some deep rooted and awe-inspiring conversation where we realize we're really not that different and that we should finally decide to be friends." She drawled on.

Suzaku just looked at her.

It was silent for a long moment.

"I hate you." Suzaku finally said.

"Likewise." C.c. agreed.

There was another long wave of silence.

"How's the iguana?"

"You hate him too, so why do you care?"

"You're right I don't." C.c. conceded.

Suzaku looked away clasping his hands behind his back. He was content just waiting. C.c. rolled her eyes and reluctantly turned back to her previous engagement. The scratching of the quill started again. Abruptly the flame at the candle irrupted. The first few times Suzaku had been startled at the thing, now he only looked over at it as usual. The envelope flew out from the flame as it turned violet. It glided out through the air to lightly land before C.c. She picked it up and pulled the note out immediately. Her eyes scanned over it quickly before she sighed and saying nothing she reached out and let it down to Suzaku.

Suzaku willingly stepped forward and reached out taking the small paper. The thick parchment he always used was soft under Suzaku's fingers as he stepped back and flipped the paper over to read what had been written in long spidery letters. Suzaku loved the script, different then C.c.'s elegant court script, but with the same backwards slant and long flowing letters. He loved that this particular script looked like a spiders web masterfully crafted across the page. No matter the words Suzaku always took comfort in his ability to instantly recognize that beautiful handwriting.

'Leave'

One word answers weren't uncommon. He used to get sentences when this had all started. He had even gotten a couple of paragraphs if Suzaku had caught him on a good day or more often on a very bad day. From there it had progressed to two or three sentences. Then the single sentence, that had lasted quite awhile until they slowly got shorter and shorter until Suzaku was only left with one word answers. It didn't bother him. They had both become more and more lax in this ritual. But that didn't mean Suzaku would ever stop.

"Like I told you, we both know he doesn't want to see you." C.c. said from above him.

Suzaku gave a short nod before tossing the thick parchment back up at the Witch.

C.c. caught it without much effort but raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to keep it."

"I have enough of them, believe me."

"But it's so heartfelt and comforting."C.c. said amused.

"It's one word."

"It's better than when he would send novels."

"Oh, yeah, at least I knew I was hated then." Suzaku said flippant.

"I hate you."C.c. provided with triumph.

"Thanks, what a pick-me-up."

"Anytime and your iguana sucks."

"I'm sure he'd love to hear it from you."

"Like hell." C.c. said in an ending-this-conversation-now kind of voice.

Suzaku didn't answer her as he smiled, gave a nod in goodbye, and turned to leave. The massive black wood doors sensed his desire to leave and magically swung open of their own accord.

They revealed the great white Lancelot. He looked at the opening of the doors swinging his great angular head around to spy Suzaku as he walked to him. The great dragon let out a roar which exposed the multiple rows of teeth. He turned like a cat, nimble, on his tree trunks for legs to face the entrance and his approaching knight. His long hooked claws pawed at the ground as he let out another roar this time straightening out his great white neck. He also stretched out the enormous bat like wings in a greeting, but almost translucent in their white color. The sun shined off of the pearly white scales that covered the rest of his body. He was truly a dragon meant for the day as the shine reflected in slightly blinding light pastels.

Lancelot straightened and watched Suzaku with his deep blue eyes. His head was horned starting at the long horn that tipped his nose the horns split to run up and form over the thick brows and then taper off at the back of his head where the long spined horns started. They extended down his long neck, shorter at the withers where there was a deep space that sat the once grand matching white and pale blue dragons saddle. All the saddle bags possible were equipped and full. The spines started right where the saddle ended, with barely enough room for the bedroll tied on to the back. From there the spines drew down, very long at the peak of his haunches, and followed to the tip of his long tail. At the end of the tail was a tuft of soft fur that Suzaku knew hid the spikes Lancelot could retract and extend. The long fur matched the same white fur that protected the soft underside of Lancelot's chin and jaw line. The mane of sorts went from under his chin to curve up under his jaw to curl around the high prominent cheek bones where it fluffed out and stopped at the long ears the dragon usually held alert.

Suzaku smiled briefly at the welcoming dragon as he walked down the black marble hall. He was relieved to be back in the sunlight already.

"Suzaku."

Said knight stopped at the call of his name. He was about half way between where he had stood moments before and the great doors before him. Reluctant but curious he turned. C.c. had stood looking taller and more slender than ever from her turret.

"Yes?" he said unsure of what further business C.c. would want with him.

"I do have a question I want to ask you."

Suzaku surprised turned fully to face her. "What is it?"

"Why, Suzaku?" C.c. branched tilting her head at him. "Why do you always come back? He's shone nothing but contempt for you ever since he came here, so why do you persist in this?"

"I love him." Suzaku said holding his head high.

"Yes, I know that, but that isn't causation for your continual punctual visits for an answer you already know."

Suzaku looked at her his mouth slightly open but then he closed it before furrowing his brow and opening it again to speak. "I'm not sure what you're asking me, C.c."

"Love is fragile, Suzaku." C.c. explained. "Lovers forget each other more easily then not it would seem at times, that being said it can't be your reasoning for going through all of this." She leaned on her arms she planted on the desk top. "So what is your reason Suzaku? What do you gain from coming here? You must have some alternate reason or selfish motivation, otherwise you wouldn't bother after so long."

Suzaku u gave a wry smile. "We're cursed to this C.c. A Curse of Fayte."

C.c. cocked her head again. "You no longer choice to fight it?"

"I was never trying."

"Why?"

Suzaku was startled. C.c. had never been so talkative. "The curse gives us both power if we chose to use it as that."

"Why would Lelouch ever want that power? He has Geass after all."

"That black magic can't compare to this, C.c. We're bound by this magic, besides it was First Gift magic, you can't take magic like that back."

"I can't take Geass back once I gave it to him." C.c. pointed out.

Suzaku shook his head. "He chose to partake in Geass, and if it really came down to it he could be stripped of that darkness. But not Fayte, we can't ever escape Fayte."

C.c. looked down before looking up. "I don't believe you."

Suzaku shrugged.

"But I do see what you are saying. Fayte has a very powerful hold over the two of you. I don't believe that it's your only reason for returning but that it does play a part."

"Am I free to leave than?" Suzkau concluded.

C.c. gave an amused smile. "Yes, Suzaku you can leave now."

Suzaku nodded before turning back to an impatient Lancelot. He pawed at the black stone courtyard under his feet and gave a keening sound in the direction of Suzaku. His great pearl hued claws would always mar and gash at the stone upon their visits. Suzaku knew though that by the time they would be back the stone would look good as new again.

C.c. had sat and the scratching of her quill picked up as she called out. "I trust I will be seeing you again by the next new moon?"

"I'd imagine so." Suzaku said not bothering to stop or turn.

Suzaku crossed the threshold into the sunlight to meet Lancelot. The great dragon gave the same keening sound as he lowered his head to Suzaku. Suzaku looked to the clear golden amber gem embedded in the dragons skull. He patted the beast's nose with his gloved hand. The gem lit up accompanied by the gem at Suzaku neck as well. Suzaku then nodded and Lancelot perked, straightened, and Suzaku continued forward to mount as the gems dimmed. He nimbly pulled himself up into the padded imperial saddle before taking hold of the reins. He knew they were something to hold on to more than an actual means of directing Lancelot. Properly mounted he gave one last look to the spiraled black tower. The doors gave a heave as they started to close.

"Let's go Lancelot." He said and turned back to look to his dragon.

First Gift is in almost every story out there. It is in all the books and all the fayrie tales. It's simply not as acknowledge as others. It's like a fairy god mother's gift only it's given at the birth of a child. Snow White was given the gift of being the fairest of them all, Cinderella her compassionate and kind heart, Sleeping Beauty her beautiful golden locks, all of them different forms of First Gift. But all gifts don't turn out so well. The power to give First Gift is restricted to those with power to use and mold magic. That doesn't mean that they are always good Gifts. Some Gifts, no matter how noble the intentions of the giver can turn on the receiver. A curse then, more than a gift.

But as tragic as that may all be, this Curse of Fayte was not an accident.

Fayte a terrible play on words is what the warlock called his Gift as he caste the awful curse. What He didn't realize is that First Gift is not like the magic he would mold and use to his own gain. First Gift is very old magic with roots deep in every land and every heart. It is not a magic to be trifled with, and so because of that the deep magic with in what it was based had very different effects than what that warlock would have ever considered a possibility.

The curse meant for one turned out a curse bestowed upon two.

V.v. had crept up the stone castle steps to the small princes room. The young prince was had just reached his third birthday, within hours the celebrations for the occasion would start, leaving now as the time he needed to act. In the morning his First Gift was to be given and that was something V.v. could not have. Well not a real First Gift could be given. Not the one the King wanted at the very least. He was the wielder and he was going to take this into his own hands. Marianne already had too much hold over Charles. V.v. didn't need that little Consort Queen want-to-be taking any more of Charles away from him. Charles was his brother. Charles to V.v. was everything. So that was why he was taking such extreme actions. Petty reasons or not they were enough for thee Warlock as he slid the great iron bound door open to the room of the young Prince Lelouch.

The room, not surprising, was in the tallest tower in the highest room. Dark, with a new moon that night, one could barely make out the dark violet detailing that over powered the color scheme of the room. The toys were away and the room all in tidy order for the morning. A small terrace at the head of the room was closed off with shutters and drapes. An alabaster fireplace directly faced the door. The small bits of coal were barely smoldering at all. The deep violet drapery all centered around the bed at the far end of the room. There wrapped in covers embroidered and dyed the same royal colors was the prince. His amethyst eyes were hidden behind his smooth white eyelids. His coal black hair mussed from his sleep but beyond that he appeared as he was, a prince.

V.v. continued into the room slipping past the great iron clad thick door. He didn't bother shutting it behind him as he crept to the bed. It would take minutes or less to seal the curse over the boys head. His long robes smelled of the perfume and human, both courtesy of court being held only a few floors below. He knew he wouldn't be missed after spending most the night there so now was the best time to see his plan though. The green emerald stone at his neck caste an eerie light over the boy as V.v. drew closer.

Small hands clutched at the same stone as V.v. reached his destination next to the boy's bed. The prince hadn't stirred even the slightest from his deep slumber. V.v. smiled as he held the jealously green stone up. He could feel the deep magic in the prince gather through him at the recognition of the Warlock. First Gift magic would fuel this curse and was really quite a clever idea. A curse like this would take years to prepare to have such powerful and lifelong lasting effects for any warlock. Or witch. But if the magic was already there, especially deep powerful magic like this, than most of the work was already done.

V.v. pulled the silver chain of the stone over his head freeing it so that he could position it directly over the boys head. His long nails held the chain firm as he took another step closer. With that he smiled. The magic flowed from the boy alighting into the air with whirls and turns. It snaked through the room and covered the two like ivy. All of it was the same spiteful shade of green. His lips parted in to a cruel smile as the words started to flow from his lips.

"Evoking upon the right and power of First Gift." The ceremonious words flowed like bittersweet honey from his mouth. "I V.v. give you young Prince Lelouch the gift of hatred. You, young one, will grow in your hatred and will let it fester in your heart. It will feed from your veins making you frail and brittle. You will care little for others feelings as this hatred will become your focus. You will direct this hatred on anything, or anyone, whatever is at your disposal." His lips curled with the same cruel smile.

The magic of First Gift was just too easy to mold too easy to bend and twist to ones desires. It had been made like that for the purpose of such, so that one did not have to know the ancient words or the ruefully forgotten tongues of the world. It was meant so that the blessing of First Gift could come freely, flowing though even the most clumsy of magic users. Besides not all had the opportunity to have those like warlocks or witches at such easy disposal. Most places were lucky if they had a local hedge mage or tribal shaman.

"With these words I seal this magic and bestow upon you this gift, which I name the Curse of Fayte, and leave it to you for the rest of your days." V.v. said triumphant at his accomplishment. The magic faded and dimmed though out the room as the stone in V.v.'s hand did the same.

What he didn't count on, of course, was me.

"Cute, V.v." I said from the door. The warlock should have closed it if he was smart at all.

V.v. turned as he knew my voice I was sure.

"Nice to see you too, C.c." He said without even a play at having any emotion.

"I assume you know that I was to grant the boy his First Gift." I said. I wasn't going to lie feeling jaded was never something I liked.

V.v. gave a cruel smile to this. "Didn't Charles inform you? I am to give the Gift now."

My eyes narrowed slightly. "I can plainly see that. Did he also tell you to give it in the midst of the night?"

V.v. looped the silver chain baring his focus stone over his head giving a chuckle, before turning stone faced to me. "I trust you won't tell anyone of this little incident." He said it confident as always.

"Frankly, I don't care." I told him the truth. "I'd much rather stay out of this little spat between the royals."

V.v. gave a confident smile.

"Though if I were you V.v. I would too." I had let drop.

His smile turned to a hard line. "Charles is my brother and this isn't some petty spat, this is revenge."

"Call it whatever you like, you already know it's petty and childish. Besides what are you going to tell your dear brother when you put on some great show and bless the child tomorrow with great skills worthy of a knight and the boy can't even hold up a sword properly?" I asked. I was being perfectly honest. The curse was no concern of mine, at least not yet. I didn't care that he'd just sentenced the child to a long and miserable life. All I really cared about was the fact that Marianne had bestowed upon me the right to give the child First Gift and V.v. had just taken that right for me. Again, jaded, is not a feeling I was in great favor of.

"He's not going too. I'm giving the child the Gift of Beauty." V.v. said as he drew out of his long robes a long ivory comb. It was carved with elegant small markings that all flowed down to reveal pieces of mirror set into it. He stepped to the dark wood armoire hidden in the corner near the shut off terrace shutters. He set the comb down on the table, letting it just mix in with all the rest of the royal garb there.

"How long did it take you to make that little trinket?" I asked in disgust. Never believe in those faerie tales where it's just, 'Poof! Now you're a frog!' Magic takes a lot of time if it has to be made and molded from scratch. There's a reason most of us were Immortal.

"I didn't have to." V.v. gave a vile smile. "Providence Eight turned out a lot more promising than we had previously thought." Providences were the conquered lands of Britannia. Their names were stripped and a number was assigned. Raids to these numbered providences wasn't uncommon.

"So to substitute the Gift of Beauty you will be giving him an enchanted comb?" I had to get this right.

V.v. smiled triumphant again. "Not just any enchanted comb. This comb is not like those illusion casting trinkets sold to peasants. This has deeper magic in it. It enhances Beauty, leaving lasting effects because unlike an illusion it does not need a constant use."

"And as the boy grows all you have to do is make sure he keeps using the comb. The magic will be reinforced as the boy grows into the Beauty and quite easily accepts it."

"Exactly. And since the light bits of Growing magic," That's the little sparks and spurts that well grows… trees, flowers, dogs, human all of it getting older, taller, bigger was from Growing Magic. Powerful, potent stuff, but was hard to come by great amounts and even harder to steal. It was the most permanent of all types of Magic out there. "Will be evolved the effects will be everlasting. The kid will probably even have a half decent looking corpse for all eternity."

"You've thought this out. I'll give you that V.v." I said.

"But?" He just knew I had a stick up my ass about something.

I gave my own cruel smile. "The boy was mine to give to."

"Don't tell me you really care for Marianne's son?"

"I don't." Honesty was the best policy, I figured. "But I do care that you took what was allotted specifically to me, V.v."

"Are you taking Marianne's side?" V.v. asked.

I wanted to roll my eyes. "I already told you I don't care about these silly little games between the royals."

"Then why does the gift giving matter?" V.v. countered.

My eyes narrowed, my mouth pressed into a hard line. "Because it was my gift to give."

V.v. simply looked at me. I honestly didn't care if he understood or not. The simple fact was that he had taken something from me. He had taken a right from me.

"As much as I would love to say I'm sorry you and I both know I'm not." The child looking warlock finally decided to say.

My eyes simply watched him as I touched the door to let it swing open a little wider. "I would believe that all this chatter could wake the child." It was my way of saying get out scum bag.

V.v. let that sinister smile flash on his lips as he took his leave. I watched him, and moved from the door way so he could pass. My eyes even followed him as his light and triumphant stride led him down the stairs and disappeared as the stairs curved continuing downward. My cat gold eyes burned as I stared down at the stairs. V.v. had quite blatantly taken what was mine. He had stolen from me, C.c. the former head Alchemist of Merlin's Order, former Imperial Witch to the king himself and current personal Attending Witch to Marianne the Flash, Consort to King Charles. The little brat was less than half my age. I didn't care about this little spat of his., but I cared very much about my reputation and my honor. I caste a long look over my shoulder at the prince who still slept undisturbed in the vast bed. The boy had been mine to give First Gift too and that had been stolen from me. My eyes narrowed again as I looked back to the stairs. V.v. wouldn't get everything he wanted that was for sure. I lifted my hand, snapped him fingers, and was gone in a whirl of apple green sparks and swirls all in the reminiscent shape of sunflowers. I had a lot of work to get done if I was to be ready by the boy's birthday celebration that next day.

Snow fell that night in Kyoto. One of the last standing free kingdoms left, Japan looked out over the neighboring ever expanding kingdom. The high city of Kyoto stood as their capital and there was the castle of the royal family. King Genbu had only one last living heir, Suzaku Kururugi. Britannia had taken the rest of his sons slowly one by one until the small three year-old was the only one left. The countries last hope to stay free was that little curly haired prince.

This prince stood outside on the balcony of the great ballroom. Another party had been ensued this time for the victory at holding Britannia back once again. That was of no concern to this small boy though. The biggest thing in his world at that moment was the snow. He held his small hands out and laughed as the little white fluffs dotted his cloths and skin. His attending servants all watched him content with his happiness and assured that if anything happened they were only a few feet away.

That is when it fell. It was the enviously green tinted aftermath of a maliciously given First Gift. Abnormally large for a snow flake, but not exceptionally noticeable the small flake floated through the air to the small prince. Suzaku stopped his laughter as he saw the snowflake. If he had known what the small thing would do to him he may have ran from it at that moment. But he didn't and he stepped closer reaching out to it with small innocent hands. The flake drifted closer watched closely by dark Japanese eyes. The boy didn't laugh or dance any longer as the enchanting thing floated closer to his face. Even the smile faded as it was just above his brown eyes. He titled his head curious as it appeared to stop hovering there above him. Tentive he reached up to it with a small hand, in hopes maybe to touch the oddly tinted snowflake.

Then it struck. It speared into the boys eyes and a flash of jealous green stuck though the night air accompanied by the boys pained scream as the mirror image of that awful spell imbedded itself in the boy. Suzaku had squeezed his eyes shut and tears streamed as his hands went up to rub at the horrible pain. The servants surged forward to the distraught young boy. A few minutes later after pats and pleas and cooed comforting words the child still wearing a sad hurt frown opened his eyes again. The servants all gasped and stepped back. The party had noticed about this time and through the crowd King Genbu plowed to his last son. He stopped as he looked at the small child. Tears still streamed down the boys face and his lips still trembled. The crowd all looked on with wide eyes at him.

The once dark Japanese's eyes of Suzaku Kururugi had been turned the color of forest, deep emerald.

I had done it and remarkable that I had too with only one night to prepare. I walked into the throne room filled from throne to doors with people. I scanned the room before I walked lightly in my black and white thin and shapely robes to the where the gifts were assembled. There I laid the journal down. A smile flashed on my face. Not only was I giving a gift to the child I was giving him a represent for the black hatred growing in his heart.

An everlasting journal is primarily what I had started with. From there I had devised the spells of Eureka. Not a very kindly bunch of spells might I add. I had forced their powers of quick thought and remembrance in to the pages of the journal. But more the journal was charged and powered by the soul of a demon Afrit. A smile had crept on to my lips. I had given the child so much more than a simple comb. V.v. thought he could out smart me. Well With this I have made his gift of hatred simply that. just an emotion—and emotion verses logic to this boy will become a losing battle. He will be driven by facts. He will thrive from theory. He will breathe deductions and devour formulas. V.v. had taken this right for me so I had taken his gift and turned it to nothing more than folly. I set the black bound book down lightly on the table along with the other numerous presents for the child. A singular and royal printed 'L' faced up at me. I had won. I was creating a master trickster with this first step.

You see I had given the child the gift of Intelligence with this small journal.

Alright I'm done…finally. I am sorry for how boring this chapter must have been for you guys to read. But never fear action, romance and one hell of a faerie tale is well on its way. Anyway I hope you guys like it and I hope you guys will keep reading.

Now I usually do a Question or two so this time my question is ifyou guys could have any First Gift given to you when you were little what would it have been?

My answer would be Concentration. Man I could get loads more done if I had an attention span longer than a flea.

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