Curse remained still, a fantasy, and fabricated from time to time to be told to children at young ages. They made it a child-friendly legend, but there was still a wicked backstory. No one knows where the princess was isolated, no one knows her identity. We call it 'The Curse of Venger'.

The banning of magic, spells, practice of wizardry, and other witchcraft has begun. No streets were allowed to possess any magical behavior. Even in the castle. The people tried not to wake the curse.

And besides, I have no problems at all because I am just an ordinary lady and I am an assassin.

The town was overlaid with carpet of shadows that misted each passages. The path was cobblestone, the houses were bricks, each has chimney.

Another day means another blessing for the townspeople, anticipated for the curse.

The townspeople wake up as the dawn breaks over the place. As soon as they are up, they begin their jobs as farmers, fishers, woodcutter, and more. The town is assessing as it was before. Huge improvements and a little of setbacks were seen. It is all because of my father, George, the town's well-known blacksmith. He makes the strongest daggers and very firm armours. His leadership bonded the townspeople together. His excellence made him popular. His dedication made him trustworthy. Well, the town has this feeble ruler but he's not very well in handling responsibilities. He is a chicken-hearted person who aims for wealth. Everyone is against him but they have nothing to do since he is in a higher position.

One day, in a narrow passage, there stood a vendor selling scraps. In greed, tempting, a random person in a cloak took some of them and ran as fast as he could. "Help!" the vendor cried. His eyes were weary, I pity him. "What happened?" an immediate action I took, asking for informations.  "Robber! He stole my scraps!" he weeps. "I'll take care of him."

I ran after him, looking forward to chase him. He was very fast and skillfull. Maybe he's an assassin. I tried my best to catch him. Running between narrow passages is my life, of course I mastered every portals of this town. I saw him scrambling houses. "Hey! Stop!" I shouted. He didn't listened and gave me a short stare. "Ok then, I'll play your games." I took a diverse direction, jumped through crates, and slid every stalls. "Bwalah!" he was surprised seeing me in front of him. "Give it back, hand it over." I pointed my right hand on the scraps and left on my waist. "No." he said. His face was partially covered with black cloth that made his identity a mystery. All I can memorize is his eyes. They're green, and his brows, it has a scar. He then ran back, leaving no traces but smoke that thickened the mist. "Oh no, not again." but he left something. The scraps. It slipped in his purse while escaping. He's a fool.

I picked it up and brought it back to the vendor. "You're awesome, how can I thank you?" he asked. "Maybe some of those." I pointed out the berries. "Well, get some." I grabbed a handful of berries and and deposited it in my pouch.

The sun is almost setting, I returned home with a present for my dad. "I brought some berries." I knocked. He opened the door with his unfinished masterpiece, the 'Terror'. He entitled the sword. It is his first emerald sword made, and believed to be the most powerful weapon in the present. "Where did these came from?" he asked for the berries. "Well, I just saved someone." I raised my pride with my pouch held high.

"How many time do I have to tell you, don't ask for remittance."

"But these are goods, not money." I defended my side. "And besides, you are asking payments for your crafts.

"But these are commissions."

"Whatever." I cannot argue with him, he's always right. I have not winced.

I took the berries my own to my room. The lamp was lit low in burnt amber tone that made the room in a fiery mood. "Give me some of those." he stood agaist my door watching me taking the berries. "I knew you would ask for these." I smiled.

"Well, you did it. Your first catch. Where's is it?"

"Actually, it escaped." I uttered

"Ha ha, you're not still good in hunting robbers. Take the opportunity to catch them better. They come here in no particular time." he laughed at me.

"I'm sorry, dad. I think I'm not as good as you."

"No, no, sweetie. Don't say that, you'll grow too. Come here."

He offered his hand and I took it and stood after him.

He brought me far from the house, in the middle of the woods. "Where are you bringing me?" I held the torch as high as I can.

"To the place where I promised you when you were younger."

He brought me to a bamboo hut with sticks as its roof and rocks as its base. "There are still places to be discovered. "

I put the torch after the door as we entered. Maps and aged artifacts were found hanging every corner. "What are these for?" I asked in confusion.

"These were passed generations through genreations, from the betrayed queen to the present, these serve as an oracle. Everytime you have questions, remember we have a place like this for isolation and answers." his speech has a thing that pierces my mentality.

"So the legend is true?" I asked.

"Isn't it obvious, you have an advanced mentality. You are peculiar."

It took some time to look around for something new. "Maps? How about these?"

"These are the maps of the land. We searched every depths and heights to find the curse and the princess. These exes are negatives and these question marks are still unknown. We are difficult in finding medium in travelling."

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A|N: Yes, Chapter 1 done. I'll edit this after publishing the whole novel. It took so long to think about the content but took a while to draft it. What a ridiculous life. Well, just stay tuned.
-jj