So, this is the first time I'm writing something like this. I basically did most of my writings on points of view from people in different things from already-existent scenes. So I have no idea how this will turn out, if I keep going. Just a heads up! Anyway, ciao!

I had always wanted a normal life, a normal childhood. But unfortunately, I never got one. Because I was cursed. Like my mother once was.

She told me that when she was born, a foolish fairy named Lucinda had given her a gift of obedience. She was to do anything commanded of her. She called it a curse, because if someone had wanted her to chop off her own head, she would have to do it. Finally, when she was a teenager, she broke the curse to save her love and her home, teaching Lucinda to be good in the process.

But when I was born, I too was given a curse.

Mother and father were inside the castle that day, as it had been raining since the morning. My mother was reading in their bedroom, and my father was managing the papers that piled daily on his desk.

At around noon, father heard mother scream for him. Frightened at what might happen, he dropped what he was doing and dashed for the room. When he got there, she was on the edge of a chair, holding her stomach. Her book had fallen out of her hands onto the floor.

"Char," She looked up at him. "Char, I think I'm giving birth!"

Her eyes had been full of excitement, fear, and most of all, relief. I was past my due date, and they had begun to get worried that something was wrong with me.

He rushed her to the royal doctor, who immediately went to work, while Mandy – the cook who had been friends with my family on my mother's side for years – pushed father into the other room.

It took hours, but I was born at exactly midnight.

And it was still raining.

"Let's call her Lela," Mother had suggested to Mandy. "I think it would be fitting."

Mandy thought it a wonderful name, and so did father when he saw me. It was the name mother used when disguised at the masked balls grandfather threw for father three nights in a row. She wanted to see father one last time, so she came up with the name so neither he nor her cruel step family would know who she was.

And the end of her curse started at midnight, so they hoped it was a good thing. But of course it wasn't.

An hour after my birth, everyone wanted sleep. Father carried mother himself to their bedchambers, and Mandy carried me there, placing me in a crib.

Everything was normal, or so my parents thought.

I remember the memory perfectly. I even remember what I was wearing; a beautiful pink dress with white lace.

Anyway, when I was three, I had been playing in the garden with mother. At some point I accidentally fell off a stone bench, scraping my hands and elbow. I started crying, but as mother picked me up and started to sooth me, grey clouds suddenly rolled over the sky, and thunder boomed. My first tear brought down a torrent of rain, drenching us both in seconds.

We ran inside, and I was fascinated. I had never seen such heavy weather before. But as soon as I stopped crying, the rain stopped, the clouds disappeared, and the sun was as bright as ever, the only sign of rain being the wet ground.

At first, mother thought it was just a coincidence, that it had been a minute shower. But every single time I became sad after that, the weather reacted. It was soon decided that I was cursed.

No one had any idea how it happened – and no one had seen anything – although if a fairy had done this, they could have easily sneaked in and out.

At first, no one made a big deal out of it. Mother was upset due to her history with curses, but she tried to make the best out of it, not wanting me to have to go on any dangerous quest like she did to stop it. Especially since no one even knew who did it.

So again, for a while everything was normal. I tried to control my emotion as I grew older. And all that was asked of the kingdom was that sudden weather change was okay. But even that turned out bad. Because the older I became, the worse it got. The weather started to be affected from other emotions too, and a little rain from sadness turned to full blown storms from sorrow. By the time I turned seventeen, the weather reacted to every little bit of emotion in the worst possible way.

Everyone was constantly burdened by carrying around protection from rain, snow, and wind. And a lot of them hated me for it. Even people in the castle would glare at me or say things about me when they thought I wasn't looking.

And I wasn't any less miserable. Sometimes we would go weeks without sunshine, which only darkened my mood further. Only my parents – and Mandy – could cheer me up. And even all of my friends deserted me.

But the three people who I knew cared most about me couldn't be with me all the time. Mandy had to cook, father had to rule the kingdom, and mother needed to help him.

But, there was one thing that was always constant, always there: Hope. That one day, I could find a solution.

One day, I was determined to be free.