Chapter 8
4 years later…
Well, looks like four years passed. Let’s see, 4 plus 8 means 12, so that means it’s been at least twelve years since the story began (not in real life, in story years).
I got along with everyone fine, no kissing or lovey-dovey (yet), had some memories made and felt like I was at home. I didn’t want to go back to Windsong for a long time, but one thing that bugged me was that nobody knew I was cursed (well, except for Rocket and Swift) It was midday and I was alone in the tavern with Timber at the bar polishing glasses, thinking about telling my secret to Shake or someone close to me.
“Hey, Venima, you ok?” Timber saw me and stopped cleaning. That was it, I could tell my secret to Timber, and maybe she’d understand or help… but I couldn’t ask her at that minute, so I let out a little sigh then stood up.
“I’m fine…”
“Are you sure? What’s the matter? Have some problem?”
“Technically yes, I do.”
“Ok, what is it?” She sat down at the table I was at.
“Well…” I began to say.
“Go on…”
“Well, I’m… cursed. I’m cursed. It’s all I can say.”
“Cursed?” She asked.
“Yes.”
“Well, there’s this person I know, her name’s eh… Myra something-“
A woman walked past the doors and interrupted before Timber could finish. The lady had black overalls, a green tank top with mint/white stripe sleeves and tights with brown boots.
“If you’re talking about Myra Mitz, I’m unavailable. Sorry, have a nice day!” Then she walked off again. I went after her, calling her name over and over again. Until I managed to get her to stop and pay attention since if she could help break the curse I had.
“What is it, dear?”
“I need your help.”
“Well, didn’t you hear me there? I’m unavailable, but I’ll give you a nice coupon if that’s fair with you, and it’s 50% off!”
“I’m sorry, Miss Mitz, but I’m cursed. I really don’t need coupons, unless it’s for pie, then it’s a deal.”
“Cursed, eh? Then meet me in the library…” She vanished around the corner. So I had to meet her in the library. I let about five or ten minutes go by before heading to that place on my own. Myra was already there, reading through spell books. She looked at me and told me to take a seat and grab a book while we were discussing about my issue, for the first couple moments we were just sitting around a table reading through books about these guys called ‘Doom Raiders’ or guides to different types of tea (yes, there are books about tea in Skylands, but nobody in Ironjaw Gulch drinks tea unless they’re really posh or fancy) and after a bit of ready Myra put her book down.
“So,” she said, “what’s your problem exactly?”
I lowered my book, and explained what had happened to me twelve years ago. It started on a sunny April day when I, my sister and my father went playing in the meadows, then Kaos’ Mom appeared and she put a spell on me and dad then my parents took me to Woodburrow and I found out I was cursed; The end. (Ok, you know the story) And the only way to break this curse was to find true love, and the fact I ran away with an eight-year-old robot and a talking bat just so it could happen. After all that was out the way, she put her book on the table.
“I see… there isn’t much I can do to be honest. But I can give you advice!”
I looked up, “You can?”
“Well, yes. First, a few questions, do you know any boys? Or men?”
“I do, about sixteen or so…”
“Then that shoul-“
And I told her I barely knew about most of them, the only two I knew a lot about was Rattle Shake and Spy Rise.
“I see,” she said, “then if you only know those two in a lot of detail, go for the one that’s best for you! Try to get him to know you more, tell your secret to him if he can handle things like that, I’m sure you two get along. Oh! Look that that…” She looked down at a watch, “I have a meeting with the guild of magicians, or in other words; I need to go, have a nice day!” She ran out of the library in a rush. For the rest of the entire day, I didn’t say much and I wasn’t around anyone because I wasn’t ready to tell anyone else.
Later that night, in Windsong Islands. There was a blizzard, a strong blizzard. Those four years that passed brought Verona to the point she had grown weary and tired of waiting, and so she sent out two of her best men to Skylands to find her daughter and bring her home safely; no moon, no stars, no source of light was up on those mountains, just two vague lamps could be seen. The snow flew into the face of the guards, they were looking around for the girl, she hadn’t come; but they had to scale all of Skylands and find her, for their queen. The soldiers came to a stop, hearing footsteps, numerous footsteps. And everything fell silent. But suddenly, a rope of purple light tied around the first guard, a blonde haired one, the next guard attempted to run, but a second lasso got him (poor fellows). They tried to make out who had caught them, and it turned out to be a cloaked figure; two silver eyes poked out from under the hood, along with platinum hair, signifying whoever this person could be was a girl.
“Good evening, gentlemen.” She said, her voice was scratchy yet clear and loud, “what are you doing out in the cold?” The first guard had enough breath in him to speak.
“We’re finding Venima, Queen’s orders.” The girl laughed.
“We already know where she is…”
“You do?!” The second guard shouted, “where is she?!”
“Calm down, she’s in Cloudbreak Islands, we’ve found her.”
“Let us go and we’ll get her! Your purple voodoo powers can’t stop us!”
The girl didn’t do anything, she stood sternly, smiling and putting more pressure into the ropes.
“I’d keep your mouth shut, if I were you.” A voice came from behind her. Then two figures came from the darkness, both were easily recognizable; Wolfgang and Dr. K.
“You see,” the girl continued, “we’re only here to speak to Verona, no harm or anything. Let us see her.”
“We’re not amused, you won’t get her! YOU CAN’T.”
The girl kept laughing, and the ropes were tighter. She clicked her fingers, summoning two trolls made from pure crystal; she lured the ropes towards her, the lasts words she said before she tossed both guards aside were “Never underestimate the power of magic and crystal...” After that evil little moment, the trio kept going until they reached the gates of Windsong city, the capital of this part of Skylands in all its glory. Verona watched, worried about what she was seeing; she was always like this, whenever a notorious person stepped through those gates, she’d assume it was an attack. Luckily, the queen came prepared.
“Get the guards,” She spoke her commands loud and clear, a general rushed outside to get the guards while she made her way to the girl and those two villains, holding onto her long raven hair and emerald eyes. She stood, in a red and gold dress, a golden crown with green jewels stood on her head. Verona sighed. “Naivel…”
Naivel, as she was now identified as, smirked. “Verona…”
“You should leave, if you have come to attack.” The soldiers behind her had swords and spears ready.
“Woah, put those away; we’re not here for any ‘violence’ or ‘chaos’, we came to meet the So Called Prince of Cloudbreak.” Naivel ran her hair through her wavy long hair, which was voluminous and long; she took a step closer.
“You heard the lady,” one soldier said, “They want to see the prince.” The soldiers lowered their weapons. Verona dipped her head down, as she slowly began to regret her decision…
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