The Unforgivable Mate Curse (long story ongoing)

Junius Diary - Origins

“If anyone is ever going to read this, I am the 5th cursed child, and this is my Logbook.”

My name is Junius Martin, I am now 15 years old, I live in the house of Elder Silvanie and her husband Edmund. My journey began when my mother died. But before that, a little story of how my parents meet.

XVI Century – Navigation Period

My father was an omega cook in the ships, he would be at sea for several months, my mother was the housekeeper of the family that owned the ships. In this day owning ships is what brings the money, the discoveries, the new land, ingredients, fuel the capital of the land. Even the werewolves knew that, so they also had crews, they were the most adventure of them all, they did not fear anything. They meet one day, that Felice had to accompany the Luna of the house and the Alpha to the port, so one of their ships baptism, she had to carry the food with her so that they would not feel hungry.  She put her feet wrong in one of the rocks of the pavement, and was preparing herself to fall when a strong arm got hold of her, it was mate at first touch, and Julius became her all. After that they never left one another, she would come to say farewell whenever he goes to sea, and we will come straight to her, whenever he was at land. She got pregnant, and Luna and Alpha gave her a place at the packhouse to live.

Once I was born a human, everything change, the Alpha and Luna of the pack, constantly pick on Felice, they keep making her work hard, saying that even for an Omega she was weak, only to give a human child not even an omega werewolf, several times they tried to convince her to leave me at the orphanage. After a while, they rejected them on the pack any longer, and we became rogues.

The year 1528 – Outbreak of Sudar Anglicus

My mother started having cold shivers, giddiness headache, and a few hours later severe pains in the neck, shoulders, and limbs, making her lay in bed exhausted by the pain. In those days we lived in a rundown cabin near the fields where my mom and dad worked night and day, rats lived among us, and sometimes was our food for the day.

It got worse over a day, and we did not have money for a doctor, her wolf was also suffering, and the healing was not working. She would have cold shivers for one to three hours, and after that sweating a lot. Then heat, headache, delirium, rapid pulse, along with sweating.

My father would run to the stream to fetch water to clean her up, her bed would be soaked in minutes, and we keep changing the sheet until we run out of clean ones.  After a while:

“Julius?” We came running next to her bed. “Yes, Felice.” Her body was skinny, her wolf tired of fighting to live. “I am tired.” Her eyes began to close.  “Sleep then you will be better when you wake up.” My father was holding her hand.

He did not know that she would never wake up. My father saw her fall asleep and stop breathing. I was looking behind the nearly open door. I was five years old at the time. My father waited at her bed for her to wake up for days until the foreman came to the house with the doctor, and he told him she was dead. She had the disease that was going around, transported by rats, they had to burn her body, and my father lost it. The foreman told that if we wanted to stay in the house I had to work also. My father just picks me up, and we went away.

Three Years in the sea.

My father got back to what he did better, cooking in the ships, but this time we here on the human caravel. I had to sleep on the deck, no washroom or bathroom we did the necessities to the sea, in front of everybody trying not to fall, and I saw many falling to never be seen in the ocean, I saw children getting r***d, I got lucky because I had my father protecting me at night, and we stayed at sea for about 45 days. Then I saw them not only bringing to the ship, merchandise but also humans in chains, I was young I never knew what that was.

We change ships, from Oared Ships that did the trading, to Sailing Ships, that went to discover new lands, and in those years, every time we would come to land, he would go to houses full of women while I stayed in the back, he would go with them upstairs. Once I just wanted my father, after a drunk man tried to touch me and I kicked him, went after my father going upstairs,” I do not have any more money; you just have to s**k my d**k; you gals always love doing that.” ear him screaming.  “No money, no playing or touching.” He got furious, and burst the door open, seeing me outside, just grabbed me. “Time to make yourself useful.” And dragged me outside the house into a market near the river. I never learn to read but I understood a few words. He stops near a big tent. “Sla-ve-ry Ma-r-k-et” I look at dad and saw him talking to a very fat man, he had rings of many colors on his fingers, he looked at me several times and gave a weird smile. I did not like that man. I see him passing a bag, that my dad picks up and looks inside smiling. He then looks at me, gets near my high puts his hand on my head. “Dad is going to do some errands for his friend, you stay here and follow Simons Orders.” He then introduces Simon to me that picks my arm and goes off to do his errands.

Simon drags me over to a carriage where I see a lot of other kids. I start to wiggle and try to run to my dad, but he hits me on my face, making my lip rip open slamming me next to the others on the carriage with the bars. I cry and scream. “Stay quiet, you are now mine. That prick tricked me by saying you are a werewolf, but that lip is not even healing. I also have a market for human slaves.”

Later that night:

All the children are being put inside an Oared Ship, we are chained tightly to planks, and in a few hours the ship sails to sea. They fed one meal a day with water, and they never leave us alone roaming the ship, they stop a few times during the night to fill the storage room with more slave until we were all over one another. I saw people getting sick, and being carried away to never come back, sometimes they forgot to bring us food. I was already a skinny boy, one meal a day to a boy that is growing up is not enough, I was accustomed to ships, and being hungry. The three years with my dad on ships, made me capable of getting away from dangerous situations, like the r***s, although I did not have my father with me, the rumor that I may be a werewolf, spread between the crew, and no one dared to touch me in that away. There was no light in the cargo hold only the slim light that came from the slits in the wood, were also saltwater would come, it was stuffy and the heat sometimes was unbearable, but I had my part of sunburns in the deck ships, so nothing new. When the food was out, I catch rats or cockroaches to eat, some of the other kids follow my lead seeing that I could deal with most situations.

After two weeks at sea:

We disembark at nightfall in the harbor, first, the merchandise was being carried by the older people that were down with us, we children stayed with people watching us so we don’t escape while the other clear the ship.  Some children started crying, and the man was about to slap them went I stood in the way I got the slap myself. “Stupid werewolf, if you want to get beaten so bad, we can help with that.” He continued beating me up until my face was bruised and a man stopped him. “He is not a werewolf see.” Pointing at me. “He is not healing… leave him be, we are causing too much noise, and there are still people outside the ship.” The man just looks at me and bends a little over my side towering me.  “Better watch you back kid…,” turned to the other kids, “you all stay quiet or it will be worse on you all.” All went quiet.

After a few hours, they put a rope joining us all, so that we don’t try to escape, we got on a wagon with bars, not enough space to sit down, I was hurt several times, by the pushing and the clashing of feet, and elbows every time the wagon stop, or started moving, that did not go well with the beating I had got.

Stopping only in a sort of packhouse, looked more like a haunted house, and they all got us to the underground of it, there we had a flock of straw as a bed, and a single sheet, they would come at the beginning of the stairs and just trough food at us, water was in a barrel that captures the rain by a sort of tube. On sunny days, the water would dry up and they would not give more water. The time passed by, the man beside me, counted the weeks with scratches he did on the hall, and that how I knew the time was passing by.

Learning to write and read:

The man next to me was a gambler, he lost a game with a large amount of money, and that is how he got here. They would pick all of us, and made us work from sunup to sunset, in harvesting crops, or setting fields, and never taking off the chains in our feet. In the only break we had so the guards can eat and we also, he would teach me to write and read on the floor with a stick. He said he had a son about my age that died a few years back, and that is why he got close to me.

The day I was chosen:

Each month they would come a select a few of us, they came down, open our mouths to see the teeth, see our arm, if we had anything wrong, and then pick a few, that never return. The man was picked up one year after our arrival when they had another cargo of humans.

They started noticing at the age of nine, my body was skinny but muscled, not very much to feed on, and too much work and my body was tanned due to the difference between the salt tan that burns the skin and the farm tan. One day, they came down, and got me up, put me in a room, told me to get clean, but always with the chains, feed me, until I was healthy again.

The Parties:

 I would go behind them to parties, for them to show me off, like the good material I was. Some of the mistresses asked if they could touch my muscles, and always her hands got to other places as they left a soft moan. Seems they liked little boys. And I was the next prize. This goes one for a few weeks, in the last ball that they went to show me off, I felt a pair of eyes following me, but it was not like those woman’s eyes, I felt warmth coming from those eyes. And when we stop for Simons introduce himself to a group of old hags, I looked around and found the most beautiful blue eyes looking at me, she seems young around 27 probably, and she was looking at me, then Simon pushed the rope and I was standing inside a circle of old hags, admiring me and touching me. I looked at her, and she had the saddest face I ever saw, then a man got around 35 got next to her, and she said something to him, that made him look at me, then they exchange a few words and he moved away. Then I lost contact with her, while I was being pulled and introduced to men and women that looked me from head to toe.

The Auction:

Later that week I was prepared for the auction. Some slaves auctions are made in the markets, those are the slaves that worthless, those slaves end in the fields or the construction, I was being groomed to be a s*x slave, to those old hags that Simon keep showing me off,  my hair was cut, they gave me a perfumed bath, the time we spent roaming around the parties I learn that a boy like me, healthy and toned, is first-class material, so he would get a got money for me.

That night after they prepared me, we all went to a fancy mansion, and I was put in a room, with nine other kids, all of them toned like me but I got an exotic look. They came to pick us up one after another, I was last of them all, maybe to keep everyone in the room.

I was up on the stage everyone looking at me, I could see the old hags eating me with their eyes and men, then I saw her up in a corner looking angry. The bid starts high and it was a large competition between the old hags and the man I saw with her before, after a while of going back and forth with the call, we heard a loud growl, and the man placed a call, and everyone stayed quiet, not even a fly was heard in that room, the hammer stagger as the person in charge closed the bids, and the name of the man was heard. “S-sold to Merchant Edmund.”

I was then put in a room with a small table, and Simon entered with that man and her. “Your Miss will not be sorry, he is one of the healthier boys I ever raised.” Her eyes were on me, but not with lust like the others, but with hope, and I felt safe. She picked my hand, and not looking at Simon, not even once, got me out of there.

We went to a carriage that was in the alley of the building, once we all where inside, she cut my ropes off, got me clothes, “You are no longer a slave, you are special.” I believed her. And off from there, I doze off while I heard her sing, she was the softest voice I ever heard. Once we stopped it was already daytime, and my head was on her lap. I raised fast, and she giggles. “Glad to see you still have your purity.”

I then rub my eyes, looked around, and gasped.

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P.O.V. Brielle

“Brielle, Brielle Wake up child, breakfast is being served.” I woke up with Elder Silvanie at my bed trying to wake me up. The diary was again closed by my side. ‘Did I read the diary? I remember picking him up, and nothing more, only the dream.’ I picked up the diary and place it on the table. “You started reading last night, even after Elder Natasha Training?” She looks at it. “I think so, but I do not remember reading it.” She turns to look at me puzzled. “What do mean you do not remember.”

I walked inside the bathroom and keep talking. “I picked it up to read but fell asleep after opening it.” I can hear her moving.  “Normal you must have been tired yesterday.” I poke my head out of the bathroom door. “Is normal to dream about the diary, even if I had not read it yet?” Got back inside doing my things. The silence was all I heard. ‘Maybe she left?’ When I was done, I got outside and Elder Silvanie was mind linking. “Elder Silvanie?” She woke up and looked at me. “Did you said you dreamed of it?” I nod, “I think so. The name of the boy in the dream is the same as the one on the cover of the diary, although he called it, logbook, is that possible?” She seems to be thinking of something. “The only person besides Junius and you that have seen the diaries was Lilian, maybe she passed some of her gifts to the books, to be easy for you to read or in this case see them for yourself. You see even objects have memory, so maybe she made this book tell you in dreams, what the person that wrote felt.” She seems pleased with her answer since her head keeps bobbing. “Is that possible?” She looked at me. “With the help of a witch, probably. Now we have to get down to breakfast, and on the Green House, we will talk about it, it will be a good way to see how you react to the dream you had.”

We got down to breakfast where everyone was already eating.