Upon the deepest oceans and the highest mountains, rested a world quite similar to ours. People lived, and people died just the same as you and me. They lived in their tribes, their villages, and even kingdoms with happiness and love in their hearts. And magic-
Arve: Are you going to get to the part about me or...
I will get there when I get there. Where was I? Oh, yes. Magic.
Magic filled the people’s hearts and minds. Witches and wizards throughout their world brought light to the darkness that surrounded them. One witch however, did not bring light. Her name was-
Arve: This is literally the most boring introduction ever! We already know this story. Tell them about me and my pirate crew! We sail the thirteen seas and-
I said I would get to your story, did I not? Now stay quiet before I turn this story into something worse than being cursed! Oh, I spoiled the story by telling you that. Well, the show must go on.
Her name was Edena. She was named for her stunning beauty, and her gifts with magic. From a young age she showed promising abilities in the magical arts. But then her sister was born. If there were ever a girl to rival Edena’s beauty, it was her sister. Her sister was named Jaeda, and was quickly known as the kindest person anyone had ever met. She too possessed Edena’s skill with magic and often used it to help others.
Arve: Okay, we get it. Jaeda is kind and her sister wassn’t. So Edena and Jaeda are enemies. It’s obviously going that way. Ever read like any fairy tale ever?
Edena set out to look for love. She found it in a young baker’s son in their village. A boy she had known since childhood. The baker’s son asked for her hand in marriage, but Edena’s family refused. They claimed that if they married Edena off to someone so poor, they would go broke paying for such a ceremony.
Edena was angry with her parents for such an unfair statement. She and the baker’s son dream of running off and eloping, but the baker’s son eventually found another girl and married her at the village square. Edena had never been so crushed in her life.
Arve: Wow, ignoring me? That’s low, even for you, Narrator. If this is the way it’s going to be... Lalalala Lalalala! I can’t hear your boring story!
Edena stayed home most days, and only used magic for trivial things anymore. Jaeda was growing fast, and had quickly become the most generous of the two sisters. Her parents told Edena of the things her younger sister did for the people of their village and they cheered Jaeda on when she found her first love. Edena has been forbidden from marrying the man she chose, so why was Jaeda any different? She boiled in rage and hate for her sister. How dare she marry! And marry a blacksmith? That was no better than a baker’s son!
Edena did something no one had ever done with magic before.
Arve: Yes, we know! Edena curses her sister. End of story. Get on with the good stuff already!
Shut up, short stuff.
Edena combined all of her feelings toward her sister. Hatred, rage, sadness, and jealousy all in one fowl pot. She stirred and stewed in those emotions until they were all she felt. But as any witch now knows, there was one more ingredient to make a potent curse. Love. Edena did have love. For the baker in her small village. For her family. And for her sister, no matter how much she loathed Jaeda’s very name.
She poured her potion of curses into a cup and brought it to her sisters room. Telling her it was the newest tea from the kings imports, her sister unknowingly drank. From then on-
Arve: Yeah, yeah we know she’s cursed. Oh no what a terrible thing to do.
From then on-
Arve: And from then on, no mirror would show her face. No carriage could drive her. No food had any taste but the blood of the innocent. No magic would obey her. And most of all, no love could befall her. The end. We all know this story. Get on with the good stuff.
Fine. And in a completely unrelated story, a young boy with a curse sets off in his sad, little pirate ship.
Arve: ... Is that all you have to say?
He finds happiness and love where he thought he could not. In his ship, with his cursed crew, this pirates learn what many cannot:
That you shouldn’t interrupt the narrator mid-narration.