The Sweetest Girl In The Village. Hair as brown as a deer, skin as pale as snow, sweetness of apples.

The small village you knew and lived in for your whole life was cursed. Every crop dying before ripe, every disease spreads like wildfire, death upon many. Your village was horrible but you? Oh you were so different.

You were never in a bad mood, and to your luck, the curse of the village never affected You. All your crops lived, you were never ill.

Every villager loved you but rumours always circled. Some suggest your sweetness was a repellent to the curse, Some say you were simply born lucky. Other… say the person whom inflicted the curse was in-love with you.

That rumour sounded crazy but… All those times you heard whispesr, all the times you saw figures in the woods… maybe. Some curses do have favourites.

It was a normal day of anything. You were in your darling yellow dress with that yellow floral corset. You were helping your neighbours plant some crops. All of a sudden, a big storm erupts.. Thunder loud as drums, lighting striking as if Zeus himself was doing it. It did make any sense what’s so ever!

Everyone’s gazes dropped to tbe entrance of the village, the pathway to the dark forest. A massive dark cloud of smog was circling. A tornado? A hurricane? No one knew what it was. You helped huddle the children up to some lady’s. When suddenly, a loud, venomous, evil laugh erupted and a figure stepped out of the fog. Dress as black as coal, hair as dark as the midnight sky, eyes as beautiful as stars. She held a staff in her Right hand. This was her. The lady whom curse your village. Here to take what’s her’s.