1868, Eighteen years After
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Eighteen years transpired since the fateful arrival of the infant Curare. Since then, her childhood was entitled as the Daughter to the Father of the Church.
Towards the people of the village at certain times, she was also taught that the word of the lord is the law and that everything unexplained happens for a reason. Because of those words given as a prayer by Charles; the pastor who raised Curare since infancy, it helped and became her motto in times of needing a guiding hand. Growing up around others such as the children, she's bullied thanks to her unusual appearance but was mostly due to her fierce eyes.Since then, Curare has learned to pick and chose her battles as never to have anger blind her reasoning in what's right & wrong. For she wishes to have peace that can lead others to what's right in their wrongdoings as a sister to the church Curare has known as home all her life. Straight to praying every morning, to aiding her father of celebrating the beginning of someone's marriage, and helping to baptize the birth of a newborn. Life was grand for Curare, however, with every light comes a strand of darkness.
After having Curare's birthday become April 21st, the day that she was resided in Conciliar, her dreams when she became thirteen years old had started to be her neverending nightmare.
At first, it started to happen only when it was the night after her birthday when she fells asleep. But as years progressed when she turned fifteen, they appear once a month. Then, to have occurred every two weeks when she became seventeen years of age. However, how it all began after she turned thirteen, we must see with our own eyes what Curare had experienced.
1855 April 21st,
The night after Curare's Thirteen Birthday
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In the middle of the night, almost midnight at the latest, in her dreams was when it happened.
A dark and abyssal plain of existence that nothing could get in or get out is where Curare resided in with a small worn out wooden box opposite of her. Though it seemed reasonable, its registered carvings looked unnatural. And without Curare moving an inch, the lid of the box slowly opened all by itself that somehow Curare to move her body finally. At first, nothing occurred until a minute later fire burst forth consuming the entire room where soon monster of unknown terrors escaped from the neverending clutches of this mystical box.
Nevertheless, while the terrors of box continued to spread further in this void of darkness, turned into light by the fire none of the flames or the monsters were unable to hear or see Curare became a blessing in them not harming her. However, to have indeed frightened her into a state of paralyzation once more.
Hope seemed lost for this pure girl as neverending tears stained her cheeks and turned her eyes into a red color. And yet as all this transpired Curare somehow managed to discover her voice and utter inaudible sounds until great power was brought forth within the very depths of her soul.
"Stop, please. Please stop this! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!"
Though the monster couldn't have heard her, it was as if time stopped within their tracks along with the fire that had stopped mid-air. As second to minutes passed the lid of the box had begun to close itself once more, and as the top created an echo of shutting itself the flames dispersed into the air, for the monsters became nothing but clay turning into tiny particles of dust as if they never existed. All of it happened within seconds that made Curare finally awaken as the early morning sun began to risen and shine its light in her bedroom window.
Since then, Curare has spent the rest of her thirteen years with the same dream that starts with the mystical wooden box opening to sometimes have other nightmare terrors arisen beneath its bottomless clutches.
And though she wishes to tell her father, Curare feels that he has also been keeping secrets from her. Secrets that shall unlock a truth hidden beneath the gates of hell to be awakened by the ones you've loved to betray your trust in the end. Which brings us to right now.