Back when everything was normal and humans weren’t about to become extinct, you never had a say to who you married.
Luckily for me, I got to choose between the two oldest Basileus brothers, Rasmus and Niklaus.
I ended up choosing their youngest brother Ethan in the end since I fell deeply in love with him—but he wasn’t an option and he didn’t love me; and with Rasmus being in love with one of the few beautiful ladies in the village.
My only option was Niklaus.
The day we were supposed to wed, Noah, the Basileus’s uncle, did something to Niklaus which caused the wedding to be postponed…
A few centuries later.
Around the roaring 20’s I left that small town in Norway. Noah’s rage had only gotten worse, and my refusal in marrying him just added more fuel to the flames in his jealous heart.
I even left my secret husband Fynn Gilbert behind, just three days after we found out we are expecting a child.
My son, Fynn, named after his father.
I left the man I truly loved because I was afraid of the monsters the whole Basileus family had become.
I knew deep down both our families wouldn’t forgive me, considering I left without bonding our two bloodlines together.
I left at a time where I was needed most.
Now I’m cursed for it.
Genevieve Basileus, an enchantress cursed my womb to bleed whenever there’s a seed planted within it. I was never to bear any children.
I found out this when my husband Dani Yuri and I tried time after time to have a house full of children. Time after time I bled.
Then when I failed to return after that they cursed me to become something else entirely when the sun comes down.
A few decades later.
I’ve been wishing till dawn every single night that I wouldn’t do horrible and unspeakable things when the dark of night masks the earth.
It drove my only child away, too scared to even come visit me.
He has a wife now who has just given birth to a little baby girl, Kyliena Rose Yuri.
My son tells me whenever he picks up my phone calls that I’ll never see him or my granddaughter.
He blames this town my now husband and I call our home for the past twenty-eight years.
There’s not a day goes by that I wish he would change his mind.
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Kyliena Rose Yuri, sixteen years young, and loving life. She was never really one for feeling like she fit in with anything or anyone, and as soon as she could she left her family home and leaving that massive ‘city of dreams’ she verbally called her home but her heart did not.
She longed for a change, a change her workaholic dad couldn’t give her, he didn’t want to anyway. He was a very successful doctor in a huge city; why would he want to leave?
After one night when Kyliena’s boyfriend, Blake, tried to drug her drink, her father saw and beat Blake up badly which landed her dad in Jail for three months.
Kyliena was to spend those three months with her grandparents in North Cove, a small coastal town in Washington.
Kyliena. Of course. I had the luck to catch the laziest taxi driver ever. The slightly grumpy old man who hadn’t said a word through the whole drive, intently listening to a song that came on the radio. I flinched when a raindrop hit my head as soon as I got out of the taxi. Looking up and blinking a few times. Sure, as soon as I got here I just needed to start raining. It didn’t feel like a good sign for someone who had just moved to another town; glancing up at the clouded dark gray sky once more, I turned around and walked to the rear of the parked taxi. The grumpy old man was oblivious to my struggle of trying to heave the two big heavy suitcases out of the trunk.
Kyliena. It was an early morning on a freezing October morning, Halloween was just around the corner. I had woken up to the gentle pitter patters of the rain on the roof of the place I now called home. I had swiftly gotten myself up and bathed then dressed before taking a seat at the windowsill. I opened my favorite book of all time, The Princess Bride by William Goldman. I just love his work…even though I’ve never experienced love like that. My ex boyfriend Blake has an ego too large to let himself be completely consumed with loving someone other than himself. It’s okay. I still loved him and enjoyed his company. He made me laugh. And of course, I love my dad and he loves me dearl
Kyliena. A handful of nights had passed since finding this very strange rose quartz and I was growing ever curious as to how it had gotten into the running stream—and how the water was very warm and how it quickly became freezing cold after I had removed this stone. Although the forest in which I now lived right next to was secluded I was no stranger to the occasional visitor who was walking with their pet or exploring the land, it was a possibility that someone had simply lost it and that is how it came to be…but it had a strange feeling that this was not the case. —Alas I did not have the time to dwell on the matter as this evening was special, it was a full moon, and I wanted to see the moon as I looked up at the sky while I stood in the small clearing in the woods. I may not believe in the kind of magic that is told in bo
Kyliena. I mentally hissed in pain as my head throbbed in pain, it feels as if a hormonal teenager is slamming a door in anger within my head continuously. My eyelids are still closed, I’m afraid that if I open them I’ll bring my head into more pain. Where am I? All I remember is falling, footsteps, and a voice mumbling. I took a few deep breaths and found some strength within me. I felt my fingers twitch and my hand followed. I brought my arms from my sides and up towards my head, and with all the strength I had I pushed myself off of the floor. Once I was sitting up I took a few moments to rub my head and slowly open my eyes. It was dark but not so much that I couldn’t make out my surroundings. The floor was stone and dusty from centuries worth of dirt and filth. My eyes
Kyliena. I thought one had to die to enter purgatory…not to simply fall—and I definitely wasn’t dead...Or at least I didn’t believe I had died. “Your purgatory? What do you mean I am in your purgatory? I am not dead…am I?” I stuttered out trying to keep the confidence in my voice, how convincing it was I shall not ever know but the stranger didn’t seem to ridicule my voice portrayed. The stranger didn’t reply waiting for me to answer his question, I guessed that he would not continue or answer any of my questions till I had answered his—I was in no position to not reply to every question he would give, it was me behind bars and he seemed to be my hope to get out of here. It would be wise to stay on good terms with this stranger. I th
Kyliena. As I followed this strange—yet very beautiful man through various hallways it was progressively getting lighter—it seems like that I originally had been placed in some sort of holding cell…a dungeon of sorts. I don’t have a clue as to how I was being so calm because any sane person would be freaking out. I had been told that I was in someone’s personal hell and confirmed that magic was real and yet I didn’t even bat an eyelid, what was wrong with me?! Maybe I am in some sort of state of shock. I continued to follow the man, never questioning him, I just was too busy taking in my strange surroundings—it seemed like I was in some sort of place and the further I was taken into it the more beautiful it got.
Kyliena. I was so comfortable to the point I didn’t want to move—I feared that this bed was not real and just a fragment of my imagination. I don’t think I had ever felt this well-rested during my whole years of living life. I stretched out on the bed letting my eyelids flutter open. I sigh. I sigh as I stare at the ceiling—even that was beautiful with paintings of angels and clouds. Letting out a breathy giggle escaped my lips as I smiled, sometimes I had the most peculiar thoughts and I was still trying to convince myself that I was currently living in one… How could it be that a magical quartz—a rock led me to this purgatory…this strange man’s purgatory?
Kyliena.This mysterious man, Niklaus, had walked me through numerous hallways lined with guards—who looked like they were about to kill you if you looked at them with the wrong expression painted across your face.Niklaus had explained to me that the guards would not think of hurting me as they are aware of my presence and are under strict orders of the king not to harm me—I did not know there was a king in Niklaus’s purgatory…I didn’t know there were rulers of purgatories.Very odd.I did not know who this king was—nor why he pitied me, but I thanked the gods silently that he did.