Cursed

Prologue

"Three pence ma'am", the coach man said. She gave him the charge he
asked for, relatively cheap for where she wanted to go. She picked up
the hem of her deep purple dress and stepped inside the coach. She was
wondering if she had tied her corset too tight, or it was just nerves.
It was about ten o'clock at night, and the coach man was nice enough
to let her still catch a ride. The moon was full and a light breeze
tossed the horse's manes as they carried her further and further away
from her home.
She stared up at the moon and listened to whinnying of the horses,
the rocks being crushed under the coach's weight, and the sounds
lulled her off to sleep.
"Two pence sir", the coach man said in a loud voice that woke her. It
must have been almost eleven by now, and the coach man still offered
to pick up the man. She heard the rattle of change, and a polite
acknowledging sound from the coach man.
The door opened and in stepped a man with a nicely tailored suit, dark
black hair that was combed back in respect, and deep brown eyes. He
had a light dusting of facial hair on his chin, but the expression he
wore was one of shock. He must not have been expecting someone else
she thought.
"Pardon me ma'am", he said, "but I was told no one else was going to
be riding." His voice was deep and relaxing. She felt as thought she
could trust him. She watched him sit down opposite to her and heard
the coach man nicker at the horses and felt the coach begin to move
again.
"I was only on my way out of town." She said. He didn't say anything
back so she resumed looking out the window, once more looking at the
moon, watching it as the coach took her further and further away. She
caught a glimmer of something down below, and realized how high they
were on top of the narrow path. She didn't remember this route,
certainly not something so dangerous! She felt watched so glanced at
the man, who was staring at her. Never before had she been confronted
in such a way.
He noticed her looking, and simply said, "You have a very beautiful
gown ma'am." She didn't know why, but she started to blush. Then she
heard the coach man gasp and the coach pitched forward, and felt to be
falling. They landed in a lake with a loud splash.
The bottom of the coach was filling with water and the girl started to
shriek, while the man kept calm and tried opening the door. He shoved
and shoved before it finally burst open. In came lake water swarming
their bodies. The man took the girl by the waist and pulled her to the
surface, and together they swam to the bank.
They looked where they rested upon. Nothing but trees and wilderness
infront, backwards, and to the sides of them. What were they going to
do? They walked and walked until the girl said she saw a small cottage
in a clearing.
They walked cautiously to the front door, the steps creaking under
their weight. Right as they were about to knock on the door, it burst
open, splintering into little fragments that clung to their clothes.
Once the explosion stopped, they looked up, and in the door way was a
woman with that seemed to have green lightning in between her fingers.
A witch.
" When will you insolent creatures learn? Anyone who tresspasses on my
land shall be cursed!" she cried at the top of her lungs. She started
muttering, while the man and woman tried to move, but found their
bodies seemed to be frozen. They watched in horror as the green lights
jumping between her fingers latched onto their chests, right where
their hearts were suppose to be.
A crow swooped down and landed at her feet. Surprisingly, it started
to talk. "Meet your doom!" it cawed in a scratchy voice. The green
lightning attatched to their chests started burning, and the man and
woman collapsed on the porch, dead.
The witch and the crow moved back into the house, and the witch cast a
spell to fix the door as it was previously. She sat down in a rickety
chair by a table, the only light in her cottage was a single candle on
the table and a mysterious glow from a cauldron on the other side of
the room.
"What did you do now Mother Nira?" the crow asked with interest. The
crow shivered with delight with the thought of how many times Mother
Nira, the witch, had cursed someone with horrid outcomes.
"A relatively nice curse my dear Ceneka. I cursed their families for
generations later. There will be no hope for them once the curse is
put forth! " She started laughing, an unpleasant sound, while the
crow chimed in with his gravely voice.
"Very wise Mother Nira. You certainly are no one to mess with." Ceneka
said with obvious delight and praise.