A/N: Thanks for the reviews!! I couldn't update for a while, but I am now.
Hope you like the next installment!!
~*zanuas917*~
Simon is usually not afraid on anything. On my seventh birthday, an ogre came from the Fens to talk to Dad. I was scared to death. So was Mom, and so was Dad. But Simon wasn't scared at all.
So it came as a shock to me that, of all of the times to freak out, he chose now. I was scared, but I was afraid of everything. Spiders, mice, ogres, death, poison, everything you could name.
But the only thing that Simon was afraid of was hovering above our heads with a malicious look on her face.
A poltergeist. A real live poltergeist. She was about two feet tall with a wide smile and an odd array of gaily-colored clothing.
" Ah, Prince Simon and Princess Torlin," She hissed and touched my face. I winced, but didn't move an inch.
" Wonderful to run into you!" she said and did a little flip in the air, " My name is Samone. I have been sent by," she paused to choose the right wording; " By a friend of your mothers." she finished.
" Who?" I asked quickly. I bit my tongue to prevent the curse from making me say anymore. My tongue started to bleed.
" Oh, just Belinda." Samone said waving her small hand as if it was nothing important, " It doesn't really matter right now."
" Then w-what does?" I asked, summoning up all of the courage I could.
" I am here to tell you a secret," Samone whispered, " At midnight tonight your father will fall deathly ill with Daria's Disease."
Simon gasped, but then he shivered from the curse.
" You two are the people the prophecy says will find the cure. But, you can't find it if you leave BEFORE your father becomes fully stricken with the illness."
" You mean, the fever?" I asked and grabbed my brother's hand. He gave my hand a warm squeeze and I felt his courage draining into me.
" Yes, yes," Samone said rolling her eyes, " Now I must tell you what to do."
Simon sighed and released my hand. I staggered a little, but regained my posture quickly.
" This is the full prophecy," Samone began, " Daria's Disease will kill all who are stricken with it, except for one. Once the disease is cured for one of royal blood, it will disappear forever. The cure will be found by two of more heart then voice once they join another in matrimony under the setting of the last sun of the year."
" That means, Simon and I have to get married?" I asked confused. Samone shook her head.
" No, no, no. You and your brother must WED."
~*zanuas917*~
Simon is usually not afraid on anything. On my seventh birthday, an ogre came from the Fens to talk to Dad. I was scared to death. So was Mom, and so was Dad. But Simon wasn't scared at all.
So it came as a shock to me that, of all of the times to freak out, he chose now. I was scared, but I was afraid of everything. Spiders, mice, ogres, death, poison, everything you could name.
But the only thing that Simon was afraid of was hovering above our heads with a malicious look on her face.
A poltergeist. A real live poltergeist. She was about two feet tall with a wide smile and an odd array of gaily-colored clothing.
" Ah, Prince Simon and Princess Torlin," She hissed and touched my face. I winced, but didn't move an inch.
" Wonderful to run into you!" she said and did a little flip in the air, " My name is Samone. I have been sent by," she paused to choose the right wording; " By a friend of your mothers." she finished.
" Who?" I asked quickly. I bit my tongue to prevent the curse from making me say anymore. My tongue started to bleed.
" Oh, just Belinda." Samone said waving her small hand as if it was nothing important, " It doesn't really matter right now."
" Then w-what does?" I asked, summoning up all of the courage I could.
" I am here to tell you a secret," Samone whispered, " At midnight tonight your father will fall deathly ill with Daria's Disease."
Simon gasped, but then he shivered from the curse.
" You two are the people the prophecy says will find the cure. But, you can't find it if you leave BEFORE your father becomes fully stricken with the illness."
" You mean, the fever?" I asked and grabbed my brother's hand. He gave my hand a warm squeeze and I felt his courage draining into me.
" Yes, yes," Samone said rolling her eyes, " Now I must tell you what to do."
Simon sighed and released my hand. I staggered a little, but regained my posture quickly.
" This is the full prophecy," Samone began, " Daria's Disease will kill all who are stricken with it, except for one. Once the disease is cured for one of royal blood, it will disappear forever. The cure will be found by two of more heart then voice once they join another in matrimony under the setting of the last sun of the year."
" That means, Simon and I have to get married?" I asked confused. Samone shook her head.
" No, no, no. You and your brother must WED."