The Witch's Curse
The Red Moon Witch
King Markian and Princess Isyana are preparing to leave for the Kingdom of Cordovan. Their journey will take about a week using a horse carriage. The simple release from the side of the Puth Kingdom made the scenario of the trip smooth and smooth.
The King and Princess' entourage consisted of four chariots, fifteen knights, and two royal commanders for escort. The four cars included one for the King and the Princess, one for the princess servants, and two wagons.
The King and the Princess left in the morning. If the plan goes well, the group is expected to arrive in Bhagya Village later tonight. Bhagya is a border village. It is located east of the capital. The group will stay at one of the village inns and continue the journey the next day.
"Daughter, aren't you tired?" King Markian looked at his future wife who looked pale.
"No, just a little mabok," he answered honestly. King Markian smiled.
The sitting position that was initially facing, became changed. The king moved to the princess' side and placed her fiance's head on her shoulder.
"Rest, sorry if I'm being disrespectful,"
The princess was surprised but did not refuse his help. He was even grateful because he was confused about how best to close his eyes that were not strong enough to be literate.
"I'll return the favor next time," he hissed and then made no sound. Isyana's famous daughter****- nempel and then molor, seemed to enjoy the trip with King Markian.
King Markian certainly just smiled knot and stroked the little head of the Princess. He had never expected to experience such an intimate moment. The days he went through only thought of hunting, political intrigue and how to stabilize the government in Cordovan. Markian never expected any romance in his life.
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In the other half of the world, in the southeast of Cordovan Kingdom, it appeared that a middle-aged woman was stirring potions in a large pot. His not-so-high stature with a wrinkled and moody face, made his aura extremely gloomy. The black cloak with the cone hat reminds us of the image of witches in most fairy tales. Every now and then he inhaled the potion and spat it out secretly.
"Less noticeably," he muttered as he licked the large wooden barrel he made to stir the potion in the steel pot.
The old woman then mixed up the other ingredients and stirred them back up. A huge blue flame gushed out from the bottom of the steel pot. The clatak-clatak sounds are deafening. The firewood used is also a lot, so that the herb looks like it will be charred unceremoniously.
The smoke billowed thickly, the clatak-clatak sound from the fireplace was still heard. The purple potion continued to boil. Sometimes to overflow and wet the surrounding.
Suddenly, there was a knock from behind the old tower gate.
Tok Tok's.
"Come in,"
"Yha, put it there" the old woman ordered.
The young lady of the herb peddler took the silver coin on the table, and pampered back home with a nod of her head. The woman was speechless, and they only communicated through body language.
The old lady who was like a witch also mixed the newly arrived herbs.
"Well, done. Soul plant potion, it's done!" Cheers happy. He danced with his black cat. The cat seemed uncomfortable, so it even clawed at its master.
"Basic fucking pussy!" swore at the woman while grimacing in pain.
Before long, the woman stared fixedly at the old painting hanging in the corner of the shabby room. The painting reads "Great Witch Maxi, 1765" hanging dashing, although the frame looks weathered to age.
The woman was everyday just making potions, talking to herself, and marking the lunar calendar. The lunar calendar he bought from the speechless woman for the past ten years, finally had a circular mark. The sign says "Day H".
If observed, the H-Day on the calendar coincides with the wedding day of King & Queen Cordovan III.
"Masters... This time, I'll have to resurrect you. Wait out. The red moon will appear soon,"
His monologue with the old painting sounded creepy. How not, an old woman lived in a building that had been empty for a long time.
The Tower is actually a lighthouse tower. The tower is located on the Small Island of Gene Island built by King George V, ruler of the Kingdom of Victor.
The kingdom of Victor, located in the southeast of the British Continent, has also collapsed. Gene Island looks like a haunted Island because no one is inhabiting it at all, except for the old lady, and a few traveling travelers and herb pickers looking for medicinal plants. Just like the young woman, despite not living on Gene Island, she regularly went there to hunt for fresh herbs.
Gene Island's.
Ghost island.
Apparently, there really is a mystery contained in it.
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