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A crack of the whip and the cries of children fill the air. 5 through 11 year olds are being ripped from their mother’s arms and thrown in the cart. It’s my job to collect them and send them to military camp. The girls will be taught to care for a child and at the age of 14 they will be pregnant. The boys will go to training and be a part of the Army of Etrya. The king and his queen have finally caught the ultimate power and gone mad over power with it.
The ultimate power was just a girl cursed by a witch who brought her back from death. I was murdered along with my parents and 3 days after my burial I was dug up by Esther, the witch. Her whole purpose was to test if she could give me wolf or bear powers by combining the souls of wolfs, bears, and my own. She had a twisted mind. I never lived to the date of my arranged marriage, or the day a new King or Queen was crowned.
When the witched combined our souls she made a packed with the devil giving me life of eternity in exchanged for 200 souls by the time I turn age 18. I was 14 at the time and since I would transform into a hybrid of a bear and wolf like animal she said it would be easy to kill them. I awoke the moment they made the deal gasping for air and I rose from the bed I was placed in. The first thing I saw was the ugliest hag. She smiled with her crooked rotting teeth with joy and grabbed my hand. Her skin was wrinkly and full of dirt and covered in blood. Her eyes were dark and her grey hair was tangled and mixed with twigs and leafs. She smelled like the garbage from the pub and manure from the farms.
“You’re alive? I can’t believe this I can’t wait till the towns and small villages get a look at you.” The witch cackled and danced,
“Who are you? Why am I here? What happened? How did I get here? Wasn’t I dead, and how-“
The witched raised her hand and began to speak, “My dear sweet, I brought you back from the dead and now you will serve under my orders or I will make the curse penalties even more severe. You still look like a fourteen year old but you will soon age to 23 and never get old from there. Your physical appearance has changed but it’s still you but this time you won’t care for anyone else in the world. You have a cold heart and you may never find love. You won’t fear any kind of obstacles or anyone that would try and get in your way. But if someone ever breaks this curse you may love them or you may fear again. The only person who you were love is my son, Jason. My 2nd oldest son,”
“What are you talking about? Why do I have to do this?
“That’s part of your curse. Your appearance is quite different from when I saw you last, but you will do.”
I looked at my hands and saw that my skin was pale and cold. I looked around for a mirror and found one near the door. I got out of the bed and rushed towards it. The witch was prancing around and humming. I look into the mirror and find myself looking a pale girl without any color in her eyes, covered in stitches, and my hair was long and dark. I wanted to cry and feel my emotions and have a reaction to my appearance but I don’t feel anything. I don’t even feel numb or overwhelmed. The clothes I was wearing was silky and when I realized what wearing I immediately took it off. Under it I was wearing armor and male trousers.
The robe I was wearing belonged to the Royal family. Their Crest was imprinted on the sleeves and I along with the town hated the King, Queen and their three sons. They had ruined the life of many families and shouldn’t deserve to have the crowns. The witch walks over to a shelf across the room and picks up a bubbling bottle, probably a potion of hers and she pops the cork off. She took a whiff and drank the whole thing in a gulp. Some kind of cloud surrounded her and when it faded it uncovered her true identity.
She was the Queen; she brought me back to life and cursed me. That whore is making me love her son! No wonder I was wearing a robe with their crest on it, how did I not see this?
“You’re the idiot who sent my family to their doom! You sent that man to kill them; I can’t believe I have to follow your commands!” I was infuriated, the only emotion I can express.
She changed from a hag into a beautiful queen. The only thing that was the same was the evil mind, her laughed and the clothes, “Guards!” 5 knights came into the dark room and waited for their orders, “Bound her arms and ankles and take her to the room of which I had prepared for her. And feed her, she looks famished. Once she is in her room have her terrace windows guarded and as well as her doors. Make sure she doesn’t escape your sights”
I went without resisting and they tied my arms and ankles. Off to the room they took me, and there I waited to eat. I look for a sharp edged object and I find that the edge of the wardrobe is sharp. Almost knife like, I hop towards it and saw my .The knock on the door and the steps of heavy metal boots had shuffled then screams form the hallway. I see the shadows of the knights disappear from the bottom of the door.
“Now’s my chance,” I run towards the door and without intension I knock it down.
I didn’t know being brought from the dead gave me super strength. I look down the corridor to see what distracted the knights. A couple of maids where carrying buckets of water to put out a fire rising to the curtains.
“Halt prisoner!” one of the knights had looked back and saw me.
I run towards the other end of the hall and when the door opens a group of maids and knights come in my direction. I slide to a stop and go back into the room I was imprisoned in. I remembered the terrace. I jumped over the bed and make my way to the doors when I am shot at with an arrow, and then another arrow. I fall to the ground and struggle to get up. The ropes used to bind my hands have been ripping slowly and I pull my hands apart.
The rope ripped and my hands were now free. The knights that were guarding the window had come out to see what happened and stare at me on the ground. The other knights who had shot me in the back ripped the arrows out and picked me up.
“What do we do Fredrick? Take her to the queen?”
“I suppose so I can’t think of anything else to do. You two follow us and you four take care of the small fire in the south corridor.” I guessed he was Fredrick, the captain.
They drag me toward a large door and the two that where behind us open the door. I was still hazy from the shots. The door led to the throne room. There in the middle sat their royal highnesses, King Arty and Queen Nicolette, and on the walls a blurry vision of their three sons.
“What do you want me to do with-“I began to lose consciousness and black out.