On the island of Zerno a major battle was taking place. Cabins were on fire, there were battle cries' coming from every side of the land and the sound of metal clashing together rung through. Vikings of Zerno fought off the Tekero invaders. The Zerno and Tekero were at constant war for many generations and tonight was the night the Tekero wanted to end this war and claim victory. The Tekero sneak attacked the Zerno on their land when the full moon had risen in the sky. The Zerno Vikings were caught off guard when the Tekereo Vikings started attacking them when they were preparing for slumber. Zerno Vikings fought with their night wear and a single weapon to quickly defend their home. Thick black smoke covers the land as the battle rages on. A dark figure emerges from the black smoke and he was covered in battle scars and his olive skin was stain with blood and dirt. He stood at six feet tall, muscular arms that could break a man skull into pieces. His black beard in a knotted mess as it reached his buff chest covered by solid metal from his armor and his dread locks in thick matted mess. His beady green eyes scanned the area in search of the Chief of the Village. He wields his mighty axes in his right hand as he walked through the battle ground.
"TIMBRICK!" shouted a stern voice. The man known as Timbrick paused and turns around to see the prey he was seeking for behind him.
"Ceaser, how nice of ye to finally join the battle!" Timbrick respond with a sickening grin. Ceaser growls as he clenches his trusty sword in his left hand. His built is similar to Timbrick, he only lacked as much battle scars and had a decent tan. Ceaser beard is a thick wavy dirty blonde shade and his eyes are a piercing icy blue. Ceaser took a running stance as he shouts and charges at Timbrick with all his might.
Meanwhile, Ceaser wife held their only son to her chest as she avoids battle. The baby was only five months old and he slept soundly against his mother's chest. The mother desperately looks for a safe haven for her and her son to hide.
"Lady Leila over here!" shouted a croaky voice. Leila look up to see a short hunched over old woman with saggy tan skin, brown eyes and tangled gray hair bucking her over into the woods. Leila sigs in relief when she saw it was one of her maids. She held her son tightly against her chest and ran across the battle felid to escape. She ran as fast as she could with her son and her night gown. Her blonde locks wiping through the cold air as she ran. She stumbles a few times, but she caught her footing. The old hag cried for her to run faster as she noticed her lady was spotted by Timbricks.
"Faster Lady Leila faster!" She cried. But it was too late. Timbrick set his eyes on the Chief's wife and son. He shouted his battle cry and waved his dull axe slicing Ceaser stomach making a large deep cut across his torso. Ceaser cried out in pain as he fell to his knees, blood rush down his pelvic and legs. It stains the grassy ground where he once stood strong. Timbrick took this chance to charge at Lady Leila and aims his heavy axe at her back. With one hard throw the axe wheels through the air and stab itself vertically on Leila back. The Chief turn around to see the axe piercing through his wife back and screams out in agony. He tries to stand, but he couldn't. His head spun, his vision got blurry and his breathing got heavier. The cut on his body sent a burning sensation through him. All he could do was watch his wife died helplessly.
Leila had not yet fell as she weakly walks to her maid. With a soft kiss to the head Leila hands her son over to the old woman.
"Please, p-protect him…" she said hoarsely. The old woman brown eyes swells up with tears as she took the boy out of her Ladies hand and held him tightly to her chest. She shook in fear as he watches her Lady falls to her knees and gagging on her own blood.
"GO, NOW!" she shouts before collapsing to the ground with the rest of the fallen Vikings.
The hag gasps in horror at the sight. Her watery eyes scan the area to see her village burning to the ground. The village she grew up in is destroy overnight. The old hag saw Timbrick walking up behind Ceaser and snapping his neck. His body fell lifelessly on the ground. The woman covers her mouth and she cries at decreased leader. Timbrick made his victory cry and his follower cries with him in celebration of their success. The Vikings of Zerno had lost all hope on winning the battle with little men and no leader. The remaining men surrender and were taken as prisoner. Timbrick's eyes look straight to the old hag with the baby. The old woman eyes widen as if she seen the very devil herself. The fire behind him gave him a fearful look as his face darken, blood painted his face and body and the dead bodies scattered around him made it more horrifying. Timbrick grabs a sword and charges at her. The old woman finally coming to her senses and ran into the woods for her life as she held the baby. Her face got clawed at by branches as she sped into the depth of the woods. She zigged zagged as she pants heavily, her old lungs burned as she gasped for air. She couldn't run any faster and at this rate she wouldn't be able to keep running. She decides to take cover in a cove and hid in the shadows of the rocks. She clasps her right hand over her mouth to muffle her heavy breathing as she held the baby in her left arm.
Timbrick roars through the woods as he slashes tree branch after tree branch in search of the hag. He searches the area with his beady eyes fill with bloodlust. He then came across a cove and heard a faint baby whine. He smirks as he crept inside and held his weapon by his side.
The old woman hushed the baby quietly not wanting to get caught. She bounces him softly to get him to be quite, but it was too late. Timbrick yanks the woman by her hair and brought her to the light of the full moon. She cries out in pain as she held the baby tightly against her.
"Give me the baby!" he demanded. The old woman shook her head and held the baby tighter against her avoiding contact with him. Timbrick growls at her stubbornness, but smirks with an evil glint in his eyes.
"Fine, you can die with him!" he shouted and pierced his sword through the son and the old woman. The baby went limp, but the old woman cries out in pain. Timbrick smirks as he presses harder into her. The old hag screeches as she looks at Timbrick with green glowing eyes and she grabs Timbrick hand that held the weapon that has pierced her heart and the son's. Her nails dig deep into his skin.
"A life for a life, a wife for a wife. The child yours will bare will have its hair tinted with the village blood and the eyes of our great leader; Ceaser. They will bring shame to your wealth and name. They will hold secret untold and when it is too late all will be unfold." She chanted as her nails ripped through his skin. His blood spills down and hit the ground as he tries to tug himself away.
"Unhand me you witch!" Timbrick finally got a grip and release himself from the old woman's grip. He yanks out the rusty sword out of their bodies. The old hag took one last breath before welcoming death with the child in her arms. She slowly turns to dust with the boy and blew away into the night.
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Timbrick had return to Tekero as a hero. He had not heed the witches warning since he did not believe in witch craft any of the sort. The first thing he did when he return to his home was make love with his wife.
-9 months later-
Timbrick's wife went into labor. He sat outside with his 2 year old son at his side. His son has his black locks and his green eyes, and his skin is a smooth olive color. They waited for the maid's approval to enter the room. After several hours one of the maids came to get the Chief. Her facial expression shows one of dreadfulness as she allows him in the room. The son stood outside with the maid. The Chief felt the heavy tense in the air and ran to his wife. When he pulls back the blanket that hid his wife he felt his heart break. Blood. Blood was everywhere, on the bed, on the floor, on the nurses and maids. Blood. Like a half a village had just been slaughter in this very room. Timbrick's heart race and he ran to his wife's side. She was near death as she held her new born daughter in her arms. The child skin was a light brown like her mothers. She slept quietly in her arms her eyes not yet open. Timbrick fell to his knees (even with his knees to the floor he was eye level with his wife) as he cups her cheeks gently and tilt her head down slightly to him. Her brown hair in tangled sweaty mess followed her movement as her brown eyes stared into her husband's green eyes. She smiles weakly as she cried softly knowing her life is near the end.
"O-our daughter is b-beautiful…" she said tiredly as she breathes heavily. She strokes her daughter's smooth head as she kisses her forehead. Timbrick felt a knot in his throat and he nods.
"What s-should we name her?" he asks slowly trying not to cry as he caresses his daughters head with his large rough hands. Mary smiles as she began to cry. She just got to meet her daughter and now she has to say good-bye forever. She felt hot as the tears rushed down her cheeks. She couldn't blink them away there was so much sadness building up inside her and she had to release it. She struggles to breathe as she wipes her eyes.
"A-anastasia" she said dimly. Timbrick notices her weakening state and she held her hand tightly.
"That's a beautiful name for our beautiful girl" he told his wife as he kisses her hand. Mary nods and leans against the pillows to support her dying form and looks at her husband on last time. And she knew it was for the last time. She breathes slowly as he heart beat slows down.
"Please, p-protect her. Promise to p-protect her and o-our family…I-I love you…" and with those last words she died.
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Months passed and Anastasia was 5 months old she still had not open her eyes. Her father began to worry that she might have been born blind. She ate and crawls well, but she still couldn't see. Till one day Anastasia slept in her crib and there was full moon that night. The moon shine on her as she slept peacefully and the light grew brighter on her with each passing second. After a few minutes the moon light reduces and what had happen to Anastasia has been done.
The next morning a maid enters the room to check on the child. When the middle age woman saw the child she screams in fear. The baby hair had turned a bright velvet color and her icy blue eyes shine in the sun light. The maid ran told the Chief and he quickly barges into the room to see the same horror as the maid. When his eyes lock with Anastasia a flash of Ceaser face appears with the same exact eyes. The curse had rain true. When word of the Chief daughter having red hair and eyes of Ceaser they attacked the home where the child is protected in and would chant 'demon child'. Timbrick had no choice, but to leave Tekero if he wanted to protect his family. And one night they vanished from their home and no one knew where they had gone.
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-17 years later-
A young woman picked berries, wood and fresh water for her family in the woods. It was her, her brother and her father. Her mother had passed while giving birth to her. She hummed softly as she placed the fresh pick raspberries and blueberries in her basket. The breeze of the October wind blew through her pink timeworn gown as she wonders the woods not too far from her home. She held a white dirty head piece that wrapped tightly around her head with her hair tuck under it. Not a strand was left out from it. She hums as she collected fire wood on her way home.
-Anastasia POV-
As I walk home I sang a tune I heard from a village I use to live in before, but we moved, again. I never knew why we kept moving and my dad never told me or my brother either. All I know with each move he gets more distant and angrier. I look up at the pink and orange skin as I open my mouth as I sang softly to myself.
SHA LA LA Some day in the future
I will, for sure, hold it in my hand
Let it softly set ablaze
A light in your empty heart.
The "impulses" of wanting to meet you,
the "innocence" of wanting to cry,
the fireflies have gone into the blaze of the summer
to never come back again.
I went back to humming as I saw my cabin just a few feet away from me. It was a lone cabin. No neighbors or human life in sight for miles. We are surrounded by trees and mountains. I slowly approach my home and open the door to see my dad and brother scaling fishes on the counter I cleaned 2 hours ago. I sigh and place the berries, wood and bucket of water on the kitchen table. Our cabin wasn't anything fancy. We hardly had room for our tables and chairs. We have a fireplace to keep the cabin warm during the winter; the kitchen and living were basically in the same room we just had a counter to divide it. The cabin was made of old trees and bricks so we had a few leaks and cold nights, but it was better than nothing.
I tip toe upstairs (a habit I do) to my room; it was a small room with a slanted small cracked window. My wall was covered with pictures I drew, new and old songs I've written, and dream catchers I made by hand. I have this constant nightmare about a blood slaughtering battle. Whenever I talk to my dad about it he leaves the room without a word. I look at my bed in the corner of the room. Well, it wasn't a bed more like a pile of old clothes I knitted and/or sewed together with a blanket I knitted. My dad buys me yarn so I could make our clothes and blankets whenever our clothes got old or unless. I went to a large piece of broken glass on my wall I use as my mirror and slowly remove my head piece. Red locks spills down from its restricted form and down to my back. It was hovering above my bottom by 3 inches. I am not allowed to remove my head piece out in public only at home. My father told me I would be seen as a witch or a demon. Maybe that's why we move so much. Because of me and my curse. I look nothing like my father or brother. My skin is coco brown, my eyes are icy blue color with thick eyelashes, my lips full and lush and a small button nose. I stood at 4'11 and weight at 107 pounds. I am skinny and frail. In some ways I am beautiful, but I don't feel it. Not on in the inside. Beautiful to me is something special and unique. There is nothing special and unique about a curse.
I sigh and reach for my sketch book on my bed as I sat down and resume to drawing a dragon that I took out from one of my brother many collection of books on dragons. He wanted to become a dragon rider, but he couldn't out here since there aren't any dragons. To me dragons are magically creatures. They are unique and beautiful and sometimes I wish I could find one and fly. Fly somewhere I feel free and accepted. I sighed happily as I finished sketching the Night Fury. But that will always be a dream of mine. I closed the book and went to sleep.
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Hey, so what do you guys think?
The song name is Sha La La by Hotaru no Hikari
