OSA: 1
"How could you William? Why would you lie to them?" Majorie, a young black maid working for the leader of the town. She would cook and clean and oftentimes tend to his needs. It started as a one night stand but escalated to an everyday affair. It was harmless, or it should have been. Majorie knew love like that was forbidden. White and black love? Really. They were recently freed. How could you leave your family behind to start another? And with a white man.0
"Majorie, please. You tried to kill me", William lied. Majorie oblong, hazel eyes widened. Her huge heart-stricken with hatred and hurt.
"I did nothing but love you, William. We are having a child", Majorie cried. She stood on the stage, a rope around her neck. Her eyes dull from any emotion.
"Any last words, my love", William asked with a mocking tone. Majorie snarled at her lover.
"I wish an unspeakable curse on your first female grandchild, that she will be consumed and killed", Majorie said with hatred in her heart. William looked at the executioner and nod. Majorie was hoasted into the air. Her neck broke. The snapping of her neck rung loud through the crowd.
Across the town, Majorie's family were in the woods running. Running from death. Majorie's husband hoasted their son on his shoulder and ran. They ran through the woods, with tears. Their two kids, running for their life. They stopped. A cabin appeared in the woods. They slowly approached it, thinking refuge was found. As they opened the door, a woman sat by a table humming.
"What is it that you seek," she asked. They slowly walked towards the table. "Don't fear me child, come." They sat down and looked at the woman. The man panting from the constant running.
"My wife betrayed me and my family. We could die because of her, please help us," the husband begged. She smiled. She reached her hand out and held his hand.
"Your troubles are over. Go and run, lie low, take a deep breath and give in," she told the family. The father nod before standing up. The woman pulled his hand back down. "Help like this always comes with a price. One of your greatest grandsons will suffer a great deal with a curse that will consume them and torture them." He pulled his hand away. The curse builds in his mind, clouding his thoughts. They left the cabin.
The family did as asked. They laid in the forest and breathed in. Soon, the family was consumed in fire and killed. Their scorched bones were the only thing left.
ARI FLETCHER
"This was said to be the spot where the family of Majorie Porter died," I spoke to my crowd of tourists. I lived with my aunt, who believed in voodoo and other unearthly things. I believed as well because I carried a curse.
"You really can't believe stuff like this is real," a male asked. I looked at him. He was tall, about 6'2, brown skin with waves. He carried a flame tattoo on his wrist. His eyes were light brown. His lips were plump, and his eyebrows perfectly arched. I smiled lightly. Another skeptic.
"Sir, my aunty believes this town is full of magic, and I do too. If we cloud our mind with doubt or any scientific bull crap these schools are teaching us, then we will never tap into what makes this world magical," I said calmly. Everyone clapped. He gave a weak smirk. I clasped my hands.
"This is all for the tour today. My aunt will give the tours on weekdays, and please, open your minds to the wonders that are the supernatural." The crowd disperses but the male stuck around. I giggled, looking down. I looked up, to see him approaching me.
"I like your presentation. It's interesting," he said before rubbing his hands together. I looked at his hands. His tattoo wasn't actually a tattoo. It was a scar. He noticed and covered his hand. "So, you are?"
"Ari, Ari Fletcher", I answered. He held his hand out. I held it. He had a firm grip, that soon began to burn the very flesh on my hand. I pulled away. He looked at the smoke coming from his hand. Mines turned red.
"I have to go," he said before leaving. I looked around before hastily walking to my aunt's house. I've heard that many in this town carried powers, but never experienced it until now. I carry my own powers. I control every aspect of water, no matter where it is. I just never thought to meet someone who carries powers as I do. I needed to tell Aunty.
"Aunty, Aunty", I yelled. She came out of the kitchen with a flask. "Aunty, I saw the most handsome boy I ever met-"
"Here drink this", she urged. I placed the cup to my mouth and drank the drink. I gagged by the terrible taste. I needed to alert her about the boy. I have to tell her what I witness but here she was giving me tea to cleanse my body. "I want you to stay away from that boy!"
I raised a brow. "But Aunty, that boy he has-"
"Powers... I know. Stay away from him. So many things can go wrong if you interact with him." I leaned onto my side. What could go wrong? I must know more about my curse and why I live with it.
"But Aunty, you wanted me to find my opposite. Why can't I-"
"Because you can't," she yelled. She pointed her finger at me. "I mean it, girl. Stay from that boy. He's no good." She walked away. Before I could object, my phone binged with a message.
Unknown: it's the boy from the tour. We need to meet. I'll see you at Fortune Café in fifteen minutes.
I looked around, before replying. This could be my very chance to meet him. My very chance to know about my curse.
Me: I'll be there.
I grabbed my keys and coat. "Aunty, I'm heading out to see Natalie. See you later," I yelled.
"Okay baby."
Time to figure out who this boy is.
