Golden Curse
By M. Lynn
Magic was evil.
That’s what they’d been told when it was scrubbed clean from the face of Gaule. Alexandre Durand’s father-the king- made sure it couldn’t hurt them any longer.
"Brother," Camille said sharply from her spot in the doorway. She stood as proof of magic’s cruelty with her twisted leg. Magic folk did that to her the night the purge began.
Alex tuned her out and listened to his lead scraping against paper as an image began to form bright and hopeful. It represented everything the prince could want. He scrunched his face in concentration to apply the final strokes of the magnificent landscape.
It wasn't the palace or the lands surrounding it. When he was a boy, he'd taken a trip across the border into the outer edges of Bela, the forgotten kingdom. T
