THE MYTHICAL CURSE CHAPTER ONE REVISED!!

The Mythical Curse
Chapter one

This is a revised version in which I have had professionally edited unlike the first posting of this fictional story I am writing. As these sections are edited, I will post them accordingly. This is one of three sections on chapter one. Section two an the last section will be posted within a week. Thank you for your support and I hope you find this new version more easy to read and more engaging with more explicit details destined to blow even your own imagination away! Enjoy an if you do please comment below an remember to follow me so as to keep a look out for new exciting postings coming soon!!

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--- THE BIRTH OF MACABRE----

Come all who will read along this adventurous story only told throughout the years yet very seldom. For anyone who passed down the mysteries held within this story, ended up adding themselves and those who heard it...darkness. The same darkness that begat the small village of Silister the night the cures was created. For legends have been told, that death was the beginning of the birthing of a mythical creature empowered by many unwinding endings of tale tales told throughout the ages.

Deep within the forest, in the outskirts of Silister, lived a widow named Sara Keeth. Many frightful stories would say, Sara Keeth has grown into a stone cold elder full of hatred and will not ease up her undaunted rampage towards her arch nemesis with the ambition to get even. For when Sara Keeth was young, she lost her father causing her family to shatter. All in which, Sara blames her painful existence from this day forward on the King of Silister.
Sara's mother soon after the devastation of being widowed, lost all her sanity making her unstable and unable to care for her offspring.
Therefore, Sara and her four siblings were then taken to separate parts of the world. Having no relatives to take them in, the children were divided and sent to work houses throughout the world. Ever since then due to those unfortunate times, Sara had been isolated from those she loved, and uncertain of who she was, and if she was even loved at all. Sara's heart had grown cold and fostered the animosity she held against the King of Silister village and all those loyal to him.
After years of workhouses and the abuses that came of such a life, having reached the age of majority, she now lived on her own. After toiling around some unforgettable places, she set her mind, and returned to the village of her youth. To the place where she broke into a million pieces, never to be whole again.

For Sara Keeth as a child was very close to her family, seemingly a stronger bond with her stern but kind at heart father. Her father was always the one to take a pride in his hard work in serving his King at the time, then at the end of the day came home to regularly take time in enjoying different forms of family time. Sara never once could remember a time where her father was too tired to give the love he had. One of Sara's fondest moments was when her father was out on duty for many weeks, not aware when he would return. She would sleep with the handmade bird like animal her father made years back. The day her father gave her the handmade animal, her dad laughing and twilling her hand in hand in the air one summer evening. As they continued to play Sara's mother smiled in the doorway as she held onto their new born baby boy laughing and watching all the while. That night at supper time, Sara's father told Sara to look in the bag he brought home. Inside was the bird stuffed animal. Was so beautiful and had much detail. Sara held it close and loved the gift from her father. Her father then while take the time to tickle her and tuck her in bed got on his knees before Sara and explained to her the meaning behind her gift. Sara remembers her father saying the gift she holds is him wherever he goes, he would be right here with her. Sara distinctly recalls this moment clearly. Then that night as her father brushed her long black hair and looked into her bright distinctive green eyes with a dark brown circle surrounding her pupils. As Sara that night starts to drift to sleep, her father kissed her forehead and said he was so proud of her and the young woman she was growing up to be. You will be such a great mother one day yourself, never lose your silly and happy side of you and know that you have the kindest heart of anyone I know.
Sara remembered as well, that for as long as she could recall, she never went to sleep without her father singing a short lullaby he wrote himself while her mother was pregnant with her… up until the last night she saw him. So as Sara continued to think about all the good times shared with her family she nodded off to sleep with the humming to this song, ever so effortlessly speaking the words…
“As you sleep my love, hold on not only for the world to know you. Hold onto the world to love you. Your heart is your world, and you are in mine…”

Now living on her own many years passing since that of her dear father, seemingly never connecting with anyone living in Silister.
Sara would find herself from time to time reeling or seething as her fury within her cold heart towards the King responsible grew. It was well noted throughout the village that she preferred isolation and chose to keep her distance from the other villagers. Sara soon had a motive to finally begin her purpose and go to the village center to try and retrieve some books on how to create a spell in hopes to find a way for ultimate revenge. One sunny warm day Sara began to walk about the village staying to herself like always.
Nearby villagers would whisper amongst themselves with a glance of uncertainty toward the steadfast recluse. Some feeling the oddness she bore quickly grabbed their children, rushed into their homes to bolt their doors, against the creepy feeling snaking down their spine. And yet others didn't even seem to notice, as they carried on with their day. She eventually reached the local monastery scholastic hall of books. in which she had visited many times before since in her childhood. Always having a thirst for knowledge an adventurous reading she always found the time in her day to day life to venture into another book loving the escape she was able to attain. As Sara glided through the stacks, she recalled a visit to the library in her youth where she paid little mind to them, as they appeared boring and dull, something that would appeal to the crotchety tax collector, not to a child with such an adventurous heart. This day, however, was different as she curiously circulated through the musky worn books, trying to make out the cover readings for most of the titles, having been worn down to nearly illegible, due to the passage of time. She realized why the books were practically hidden from view an unused being put where they were, practically hidden from view, and clearly abandoned.
In fear of even holding such forbidden writings, she quickly put them back…covering them with others, to secret them from others, so she might be free to peruse them when she returned. For Sara was intrigued and wanted to investigate and learn more of what these forbidden books were about. Hoping this would be a good start an also advantageous in the pursuit of creating her own curse As she started to leave, she changed her mind glancing around to see if the coast was clear of anyone who might see, she quickly snuck back to the dusty collection of mysterious writings and seeing no one was around, quickly went over grabbed the books swiftly but with care and laid them within her gowns pockets. With a smirk-grin she then heads back to her daily errands within Silister Village. Soon then heads home on her day long journey back to her cottage. Her heart pacing now ever to rapidly as the anticipation in learning about the writings of, 'Macabre an curses', were at the fore front of Sara’s mind. Beyond anyone's extravagant and imagination to say the least, Sara was on a tunnel vision mission bound to start conceiving a curse in which, once alive, would dominate all the pain she bore into the hearts of many within Silister an beyond.

....TO BE CONTINUED

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