((A/N For you guys to understand any of this that happens next you must go to my friend @dogmagenes DeviantART account and read her stories Archive and Star Catchers and Creation Theory. Creation theory is a collaboration for me and my girlfriend, and it is very important you read those three stories to understand the references that's going on. Trust me, you need to read them because there is a lot more going on in our Universes and stories than you may think.))

As Sky passed out, he was surrounded by black for a few long moments. He looked around, floating midair in the darkness as he held his head in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut as voices ran through his mind.

"You curse!"
"You disgrace!"

Tears welled in his cheeks as he gritted his teeth, and when he opened his eyes he was in a room. It had stone walls and a wooden floor, a dresser in the corner and a bed pushed against the wall with one lone window beside it. He froze, his breath catching in his throat. N-No, he hated this room...

Suddenly the wooden door opened harshly and Sky stepped back, watching with wide eyes as a young boy around six was thrown roughly into the room. He had brown hair and tan skin, and bright golden eyes. It was him. A tall, muscular, dark shape with black hair stood in the doorway, bright eyes glaring at him. Sky felt chills run down his spine as he hugged himself tightly. He knew he couldn't be seen. He remembered this all too well.

"You cursed demon!" The man snarled before he slammed the door shut, and the sound of it being locked echoed through the air. The younger Sky rubbed his eye, which was forming into a black eye, as he stood and limped over to his bed. He had obviously been beaten up... Sky felt tears well in his eyes as the kid grabbed the pillow and threw it against the wall roughly, tears streaking down the young one's face.

"S-Stop..." Sky whispered as he fell to his knees, covering his ears as his younger version sobbed into the bed sheets, curled up as his body trembled. "I-I don't want to remember this...!" Sky cried. He knew this was a side effect of the spell. The one who had put him under it had told him of the side effects, this was one of them. Not to mention the one Sky had been dreading the most. The scene around him changed to show him standing in a throne room, and he cringed as he saw thirteen year old him standing in front of the figure. He could see their black hair was graying drastically.

"You want to go outside?! Ha! That's really funny. The world doesn't deserve to be affected by your curse." Their rough and low voice snarled and the teenager him gritted his teeth.

"Can I at least go out to the garden...?" He asked quietly.

"Just so all the flowers can die when you past them?! NO! Go to your room, no dinner tonight!"

"B-But, it's stew tonight, my favorite..."

"Well that's just tough luck, isn't it?! GO!"

Sky winced as he watched his younger self leave the the throne room with tears forming in his eyes. He was so weak and small back then... He glanced down at his wrists and winced. Who was he kidding, he was still weak and small... Nothing but a curse that had killed his mother.

The scene changed once more, making him let out a soft sob. Would this never end?! The scene showed him, now fifteen year old, sitting on the bed in the room from the first memory. He was glaring forward, pressing an ice pack against his eye. An older male was sitting beside him. He sighed, his dark brown eyes glowing sadly. "Sky, you can't exactly blame him..."

"I asked if I could get a book from the library, and for that I deserved to be punched?" The younger Sky hissed, and he remembered this. He couldn't help but smile shakily as more tears ran down his cheeks.

"Okay, yeah, but... He just hasn't been the same since you know..."

"Yeah, since I killed my mother."

"Sky, she got sick, that wasn't your fault!"

"Maybe my father is right; I'm a curse who looks nothing like anyone else!"

"Sky no one is supposed to look the same!"

"Well no one is supposed to look as different as me Paul!"

The teenager him yelled, gesturing down to his tan skin as he pointed to the knight's pale skin. The old knight, Paul, sighed. He looked to be in his early thirties, and wore brown pants and a dark green shirt and a brown jacket that had a strap diagonally down the middle. He ran a hand through his brown hair, holding a hat in his hand. Sky remembered him all too well... Paul Sores Jr... The only person who could ever be called a friend when he was just a child... "Here..." He looked at Sky. "I'll take you outside tonight to the forest if you promise not to anger him for as long as you can." Sky's eyes widened as he looked at Paul quickly.

"R-Really?" He whispered, and Paul smiled gently as he nodded. Sky stared at him with wide eyes before he squealed, hugging him tightly as Paul laughed and hugged him back gently. The present Sky closed his eyes and looked down.

"P-Paul..." He whispered shakily, looking down at his hands. "Y-You wouldn't be proud... I know you wouldn't..."

The scene changed and suddenly he was surrounded by smoke and he could hear screaming and the sounds of battle.

The squids had attacked for the very first time. He was actually sixteen, seeing all of this from his point of view. He looked around with wide eyes before he heard the all too familiar shout. His father. He turned and watched with wide eyes as he fell to the ground a few feet away, a gash in his leg as a squid stood over him. The squid sneered as he raised his sword, and his father glanced over at Sky. His sword, a gleaming iron blade with a golden handle that was made of pure gold, skidded across the ground and tumbled over to Sky, stopping in front of him. He bent down and picked it up shakily, before looking up at his father with horror.

Gleaming green eyes, so bright it seemed like they were straight out of a fairy tail, connected with his wide golden ones. They narrowed and the last thing Sky saw in his father's eyes was hate before the sword came down and the King, his father, was dead. Sky screamed, tears streaking down his cheeks as the squid's head snapped around. The squid narrowed his eyes, before a shape suddenly raced past Sky, grabbing his arm and dragging him with him to the side as they disappeared into the smoke around them. Sky looked up as he let the shape drag him, struggling to stay up with him as he coughed roughly. His eyes widened. "P-Paul!" He choked out as tears ran down his cheeks. His father, his father...!

"The castle is crumbling, come on!" Paul yelled, yanking Sky roughly by his arm out of the burning castle. Sky stumbled, coughing as Paul forced him to get on a white horse he had gotten from the stable. Sky looked back at the castle with wide eyes as Paul got on his own dark brown horse. "Sky, go!" Paul shouted, and Sky quickly lurched his horse forward after Paul's own horse. He looked back at the castle one more time as they reached the treeline of the forest, and, Notch he wished he hadn't.

It was surrounded by dead bodies with squids everywhere, the fire burning away at the stone as one side collapsed entirely, trapping humans and squids beneath them. Sky cried out as he saw all the blood, red and black mixing, tears streaking down his cheeks as he remembered his father's last words to him before the squids had suddenly attacked and all hell had broken loose.

"You're such a disgrace. You're nothing but a curse that has driven me to insanity."

He buried his head into his horse's mane as he followed Paul through the dark forest, the knight cursing violently underneath his breath as they went on. Sky had never heard him curse so much, and now that he thought about it, he had never heard him curse at any time before...

That was the first battle he had ever seen, and he hated it. He never wanted to be in a fight, much less fight in one, ever again...

Then he realized he was still holding his father's sword. He looked down at it to see it dripping with black, inky blood, the blade gleaming in the sunset. He stared down at it with wide eyes, then squeezed his eyes shut as he wept for his father. Even though he had treated him so horribly, he could not blame him. He was but a curse, a curse who killed his mother and drove his father to insanity.

As his vision began to blacken and the scene began to fade away, Sky was still crying as he became his present self once more. He remembered the vow he had made to himself that night, that he would never see or be in a battle ever again...

He appeared outside open iron gates, and he froze as he saw the sign.

The Graveyard of Kings and Queens.

He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a trembling breath. He knew that whatever was keeping him inside this hell wouldn't let him leave until he went in that graveyard... He walked through the open grates, looking around. It was completely silent, his footsteps and breathing the only sound. Graves galore lined up and down rows, a mist settling over and hiding most of the names on the graves. A lot of the graves were old and overgrown with vegetation or crumbling.

Sky knew where he wanted to go despite all of the graves.

He went down to the twenty sixth row and went to the eighth grade, staring down at it. It was covered with vegetation with barely any spots of stone see able anymore. He pulled out his sword, the one with the iron blade and golden handle. His father's name, engraved into the handle, gleamed up at him. He looked down at the grave, before he knelt before it. He stared at it, then closed his eyes. He stayed there for a long time, before he finally opened his eyes again.

"Maybe..." His voice was a whisper and it was shaky. He swallowed. "Maybe in another time... Another world, perhaps dimension... We could have been father and son." He whispered before he stood, about to put his sword away when a loud siren went off in his mind. He cried out grabbing his head as his eyes widened in shock. He stumbled back, trembling as he fell to his knees, screaming in pain.

You're in danger, wake up.

A voice echoed in his mind, and his eyes widened. "M-Mother..." He whimpered, glancing at the grave beside his father's.

Wake up!

He screamed louder as the siren got worse.

WAKE UP!

His vision went black and the last thing he saw as he fell on his back was an eagle sitting on a branch in a nearby. As silent as the wind, the eagle opened its wings and rose into the air as Sky's vision faded away, and all he could feel was pain, pain and confusion.

His eyes shot open, his head pounding and his father's sword in his hand, as he saw a gleaming ax with a blue blade, diamond, falling down toward him. His arm shot up and collided with the ax, sparks flying up into the air as he shouted.