It had been five years since the queen married, and yet still no child. The kingdom would fall into ruins. As her shamen, I went to interpret her strange dreams. She had been dreaming of this black bird flying into her stomache many nights.

Fear had risen into me for surely this was a bad omen. I prayed and prayed many nights for the queen's conception. Late at night, I would hear the whispers. "Bad omens are coming. The queen is in danger." These voices would come and come. 

The next morning, the whispers came true. The lady Dowanger summoned to the palace a witch that had been banished for her black magic. This witch swore she could fix the problem of the queen that my empty prayers could not. I begged for my queen not to listen to the witch's words. My pleas fell on deaf ears.

Nights passed. On the coldest night, I was summoned. I knelt before the queen. She demanded I serve her king in his chambers that night. Begging, I could not. I am a shaman. I can serve no man. 

The queen knelt next to me, saying I will do as I'm told or my poor mother and baby sister will pay the price. Holding back tears, I was prepared in a warm bath and laid on the mat blindfolded.

I could not hold back tears as the king came to me. I waa violated. My body was no longer mine. The next few days after, I turned away my meals. The queen brought a doctor to check on me. 

After, they left I could not hear the words they said. That night, the voices came to me again. They warned me to escape and get away. Little did I know the witch's black magic was at work. 

I screamed when a black smoke appeared before me. Long fingers reached into my stomache as I fainted. The smoke traveled it's way to the queens chambers where she lay waiting. The witch's spell was at work. From my womb, they stole my child and transferred him to the queen. A crown price will be born.

When I awoke I was on the ground outside, sword pointed at me. Across from me lay my dead mother and sister. They had been horribly murdered. The sounds of a infants cry rung in my ears. 

Spiteful, I faced my queen and spoke my last words. "You will have a son, my queen. But he will die on his seventeenth birthday. All who love him will die. All he loves will perish as well. This is the price of your black magic. Your dynasty will fall!"

The sword was brought down on the shaman. No one believed her words until seventeen years later. A plague was brought onto the land. Left and right bodies dropped in the kingdom. 

The queen lay dying after her son perished. The witch appeared and took the crown. She did not care for the nation. Her whole plot was to make the kingdom fall for her banishment all those years ago.