The cold brisk morning air in January has always felt painfully and difficult to breathe in. Our Land goes for miles with Large Red Oak Trees that hold the most beautiful creatures that have protected us for centuries.   

The Grass is very vibrant green and when the wind hits it's just right you can smell the flowers in the breeze. The Village of RedWood in Faroe Island was so beautiful it was said to blind The Great King of The South. Our village itself is built in a large circle of rocks and the middle of the forest.  It was built to protect us from invaders. Instead, a great wall was built putting Royals above everyone else and blocking us from them in doing so it made me feel like a prisoner.  

Before the wall was built, I was told the village was full of such liveliness and music. That was such a long time ago it seems as if this was when the curse was placed on my Grandfather King Robert. 

 I used to be able to see wyvern dragons and fairies amongst many other creatures in our village from my window. I loved seeing the fairies laugh and hop from one flower to the other. But now it seems they were no longer needed or where they are running. Did they know something we didn’t? The air that was once so full of life has now turned to despair and the reek of death in its mist.  

Instead, our forest turned to a cold dark place filled with the ones we call death bringers, Poison Toads, and wendigos. The biggest creature we all fear is called Jormungdandr a four-headed Hydra. Its scales are the darkest color of crimson, it will turn the lake a very dark bloody red. 
When the creatures of the dark first appeared we thought nothing as it was just the tail as old of time to us, Legends passed down from our ancestors. Only when we heard its unholy roar in the night did we finally know death was brought upon us?  

That is how our curse spread to our village caused by Greed and Darkness.  At first, it was slow but once it started it spread like wildfire. The curse starts with the smallest black spot on your face and then spreads like rust through your veins. Slowly your blood turns black as it advances in your body. Your veins will now show your black blood at this point its fatality. A cough starts which helps spread the contagion, in this coughing fit you will have blood with it. If you haven’t passed from it yet you will now lose your eyesight sights and horrid vivid hallucinations will soon follow in its wake. 

But let my story begin as I, Princess Brenna tell you the truth of what happened that fateful night and how it got this way. 

“WITCH! Burn the witch! She is Hiding in the Castle, if we do our Plague will be Gone” said the man Leading the Horde of Angry Villagers to the Gate of Castle Thorn. The air fills with desperation as the villagers stomp through the snow holding their torches. Many of them hold weapons of war. 

 King Thorn a Villager shouts, “We need Brenna, she is the witch! Blood Line for Bloodline. You spread and gave us this malichor through your greed and Dark Magic. You told us we would never get your royal malichor.” The villagers wanted someone to blame for this disaster as who could fathom that we royals would be the death bringers to our people? My Father used to be full of such kindness but losing Mother to this pestilence would change him to a cruel unforgiving man.  

The events that happened after this no one could have foreseen.  

I King Thorn, sentence all Villagers protesting at my gate and those who wish us harm Death. His voice boomed across the court grounds. Women, children and many others screaming for forgiveness instead of the greatest tragedy in my lifetime. Over 110 people died that day, what would this change?