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"legend of the werewolf"

The wolf, he howled at the moon. Cried his pain high into the night sky. His loneliness, his longing, his suffering mingled in the bitter harmony. His soft solo split the night sky in two. His head tilted back and he sang, sang his pitiful agony up, up, up to the swollen illuminated orb.

The moon, she smiled down at the wolf, so moved by his song was she. She called down to him, gently ending his song of longing. "My dearest friend, please, why do you cry so?" and the wolf answered.

"I cry because I am one, I am unknown, I am unwanted. I am hunted like a fierce beast." his broken voice chopped the words short. "I am but one meager beast left alone in my existance. All mine own kind are gone."

"Do not cry so, my darling. For I will always be here with you. You will never be alone again. Cherishn this night." Silver slivers of moonlight cascaded from the glowing orb, sinking slowly down into the night. A single sliver landed on his nose, his eyes closing as the chilling hush washed over him. Her gentle love filled his agonized heart. "Go forth into the world, my friend. See for yourself you are not alone."

THE CHILD SCREAMS

"and the blood dawn rises"

For thousands of years the cursed have been outcasts from society. Brutally hunted and unwelcome they are whispered of in the shadows, the fear of being accused as one of the cursed is almost as strong as the fear of being accused of witchcraft. Such is the way of life in Rovalle. Ah but the winds were shifting this century. Change was crawling to the surface, and boy did it slam with a bang.

The long anticipated birth of the heirs of the five kingdoms of Rovalle was burning on the horizon. Celebrations were in full bloom. The first child was born to the northern most kingdom of Antahmee. Hourse after the young prince's birth a twin sister was born. Her eyes were a fierce yellow, her brow bore the crescent moon birth-mark of the cursed. Hush fell over the birthing chambers. The law decreed that all cursed be killed on the spot, but this was the royal princess. After ten years of trying they had finally had not one but two children?

On the southern most tip of Rovalle the kingdom Shiae waited anxiously for the king to announce the birth and name of his newest child. This time, this time for sure he would have a son! His three daughters paced nervously outside their mothers bed-chambers. The pained screams stopped and a soft cry of a newborn alerted them to the finality of the birth. The long awaited son had been born; but something was wrong. His amber eyes didn't match the mop of black hair and the dark skin one bit. The crescent shaped birth mark between his eyes sealed the deal.

Celebrations in the east ceased. The Queen stood proudly on her terrace, holding into the air her fifth child. The king stood beside her, his arms clutching twins from the same birthing. Triplets! And of the triples not one but two were members of the Cursed. The people stared up at their monarchs in silence. It was announced, the first announcement of such, that the cursed would be welcome to the kingdom of Chaevoux. With the birth of their own cursed daughters neither the king nor the queen hesitated in the decission. After a moment of silence noise rose in the crowd. A hesitant and steaedily strengthening cheer.

Rovalle's capital flourished with joy as the letters arrived, one by one, to announce the births of the heirs to the land. With knowledge that her brothers had kept their cursed children Rovalle's Queen surfaced in the town-square gently holding the hand of her three year old son. His yellow eyes starred out at the people who fell silent around them. "The Cursed are to be welcomed my people! I present to you your prince!"

"What shall be done? I will not have it known that my seed created this. . . abomination! She will be hanged for adultry!" the king of the west kingdom stood over his mother, ranting angrily. His finger was thrust in the air, pointing to the closed door of his queens bed-chamberes. The aged woman watched him with dreary, bored eyes. "And what of the child my son?" she asked, calmly. "It is but the only child she has borne." He frowned, huffing and puffing. "Get rid of it. I shall marry anew and have my heir within the year! Get rid of them!" This child, this premature infant, was born with the birth-mark of the cursed yet pale yellow eyes. The physician was hanged shortly after confirming the curse and the childs blindness. What became of this child remains unknown, the aged Queen saw to it that the child was removed; the people were told it was a still birth. The queen was hanged days later.

HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF

"rogue courts surface"

Despite the grand Queen's final decree many citizens were enraged by this declaration. One by one they found their way to the West kingdom of Noxuscia. Here the cursed have remained feared and hated. The hunting has continued and even spread beyond Noxuscia's borders into her sister kingdoms. The Cursed are known, and slowly accepted but they still are not safe.

Rumors are rising, secret threats and plans. Dangerous treason. The royal Cursed are not as safe as they would think. Danger is around the corner. The tide of history is still not finished changing for this century.

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