A woman sat on the golden throne of Aldaya, smiling to herself as the she watched the money roll in from the her poor kingdom. She was a tyrant queen, but she didn't care, all she wanted was to live in luxury no matter the cost. A servant came in, and bowed,
"My queen, a woman is here asking for a favor," he said.
"Send her away, I have no need for peasants today."
"Your Majesty she says she has money."
"Send her in," the queen smiled
A woman came in in a black cloak cover her figure.
"I have come for the throne, in exchange I will give you three million in gold," the woman said.
the queen's eyes filled with greed, as she said, "the crown is yours, My lady." the woman sighed sadly and pulled of her cloak to reveal a sword in her hand, she said, "You do not deserve the crown nor do you deserve your life, and I doubt anyone will save you from your long awaited punishment, as the gods themselves have sent me down." The queen's eyes filled with fear, although she knew it was probably not true, her soul quivered with fear and she fell on her knees.
"Please spare me!" she cried.
the queen smiled to herself and said, "very well, but I give you a curse in exchange, you will have the curse of the witch wolf, which was said that when an evil being asks to live in the moment of death to the gods themselves, they will forever be immortal and hurt themselves for the rest of there lives. They are often called werewolves, I bestow upon you The Curse of the Witch Wolf!" she proclaimed. As she walked away, she whispered in the wind to the queen, "don't worry the full moon's just a fairy tale."
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