The Unforgivable Mate Curse (long story ongoing)

Delmon the orphan

P.O.V Brielle

‘To you, our hope.’

I look again at the envelope flipping to the open part.

How did this letter come inside the book? I remember Elder Silvanie saying that she could not get the book to open after she retrieved it. I look at the book on both sides, it was slightly different than Junius, the cover seems to be softer than the other there were images and lines in the still visible parts of the book, with leaves and birds. I open the book and see a blank page, I scroll around other pages they were all blank. I closed the book and put the envelope on top of it.

“How can I read an empty book?” I put the envelope inside the book again, place the book in my lap, and stay staring at it. “What happen to you?” The same time I said those words, I saw the book glowing like it needed someone to care. I open it again, but the pages were still blank. I flip the pages again, hoping for some writing on it falling on the page where I put the envelope. I sigh, then I notice something different, the writings on the envelope were different, I pick it up again, and this time it was written:

‘To nobody, the empty life of Delmon’

I flip it over, and it only had a warning.

‘Place the envelope in the book after reading it.’

I open the envelope taking ou, 3 yellow by time, pages. I scan them before reading, the handwriting seems to be old like the letter, I started reading.

“Delmon, of the Cross Pack, born cursed.” Suddenly my head felt dizzy, and I was out.

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The Letters of Delmon the 6th Cursed Child

I do not see the point of writing a diary.

Who am I writing for?

Why am I writing?

She said that this “diary” will be important, when I asked why she could never give me an answer, I believe her, she is the only thing in my life that I believe in, she is the only thing that would make me want to live.

I cannot have her, I am cursed to never to feel again, my only hope, HER, is gone, she cannot love me, I cannot love her.

I don’t know where I was born, I was left in a werewolf orphanage in the Cross Pack, as a baby, I was weak and small, too small. They took me in not sure if I was a werewolf or not, since I was smaller than normal werewolf babies. I was raised even so I was of them, but I was always the smaller one, the one that they put to do all the chores on, the one the other bullied around because I was too weak. Soon the dark thoughts were overwhelming, I was not even 7 when I tried to jump from the roof of the orphanage, it was a sabotaged attempt, because one of the teachers was smoking in hiding on the roof, and saw me, catching me before I jump restraining me while I struggle, all the way to the director office. The orphanage had is own school, only after the age of 10, we would go to a werewolf school.

A few days later he came to the orphanage.

“Where is the child?”I look from my seat in the classroom to a big man with a large hood over his head, that came down until his shoulders, all black, covered until his feet in a large jacket. He took the hood back, his back hair cut shortly, helped to show off his face, the scar along the check said to all of us he has been in wars before, his face never changing even when he speaks tell us he is not to be questioned. His eyes land on me, something glowing around his neck. “You! Come with me now.” The class looks straight at me, with that look, like your dead now. I gulp getting up from my desk walking to him, but before I got closer. “Clear our desk, and bring your stuff, you are not coming here ever again.” I just looked at him, started shivering. ‘What was happening? Where was I going?’ I got back to my desk, put everything in the bag, and went to the door, he was already outside talking to the teacher. 

“Ohhh you so dead meat. That is an Elder.” The other students started talking.

“An Elder, then he did something wrong.”

“Yeah like being weak.” They continue talking between them.

I continued going stoping at the door. An Elder is the closest to the Moon Goddess. We already cover that part in history class. I open the door to get out and catch some of the conversations.

“Are you sure he is the child?”

“Yes, can’t you tell he is human?” His voice seems to be restricting anger. 

“No since he as lived among us, the smell kind of mingle, I would catch sometime a different smell, but I could never tell it was him.” They stopped and look at me.

“We must get your stuff out of the dorm room. Let us go.” He started walking. I looked at the professor, that was staring at me, trying to understand how much I heard, but he never asked me, just passed by, and went inside the classroom. “We do not have all day.” I look at the Elder, in the middle of the corridor, looking back at me. I run to his side as he started walking, fast, I had to sometimes run to catch up. When we arrived at the dorm. “Go fetch your stuff, be back in 10 mins, you only need clothes or items that are special to you, everything else stays.”

I just nod and started running to my room. I never had many things, I pick up my clothes, my little box, my books, and put it all in the gym bag I have that is the largest, I look around and fetch my toothbrush. I took another look, not anything more, expect my drawing book, it was half damaged because one time they entered my room, and tried to burn it down, saying that the drawings were horrible, but I grabbed the book from their hands, and the lighter they had caught my hair that was a little longer and started burning. The teachers came running after seeing the children running and me screaming, but my hair was burned, luckily my scalp was not badly hurt. After a few weeks with treatment and recovery, I was back to classes, bald, which made another reason for bullies in class, saying that I now looked like one of my drawings, my hair did grow back with some small flaws in the region that the fire came closer to the scalp.

I was ready so I went back, to meet the Elder. He was talking to the headmaster of the orphanage. And when he saw me. “You have everything?” I nod. “I will be taking him now arrange to his files to be sent to my place, and do not hold any copies here, destroy everything related to him.” The headmaster bowed his head saying he will. I am really going to die. He just ordered the Headmaster to destroy everything about me. “Come with me, child.” Starting to walk me behind him trying to carry all my stuff until I see him reaching his arm and picking up my gym bag putting up his shoulder. “You need to get stronger.”

I just looked down. I know I am weak. We go to the parking space where I see a carriage with two of the most beautiful white horses I have ever seen, even their hair is white, they seem to glow, their head moves to look at me then I see the Elder looking at them. “To the Towers Pack.” I saw both horses move their heads to him and nod. ‘Do they understand???’ I was still zoning out looking at the horses, that are now looking straight ahead. “We do not have all day, come along boy.” I run and enter the carriage. After he closed the door, it started moving.

‘What is going to happen now?’

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P.O.V. Brielle

I open my eyes and saw dark and light. Getting a little confused about where I am, I sat down rubbing my eyes, I open and looked around because I was confused I was seeing everything has a painting that moves following my eyes. I saw the full moon, the tall trees, I looked above me to see fireflies gathering around the old lamps like they were the light to them. A blanket was covering half of me because I got to sit and it fell to my feet. I looked to the left and right stopping at the fountain statue, that gave me access to where I am. I closed my eyes, breathed in and out a few times until my heart calmed down, when I open again I could see everything normal. I sigh. I need to break the crisis even not knowing where I am because I can be in a place I have never been before. I see the letter and the book on the floor, I pick them up put the letter back in the envelope, then inside the book, and stayed quiet for a while.

“He was abandoned, no family, no one I the world to show him that it is worth it. Therefore, I always hear them say that I am different?” I am talking to no one. I look to the sky seeing the moon was not totally up. “Maybe is time for dinner?” Looking at the clock Natasha gave me it was around 8 p.m. I got up, picked up the blanket, and fold it in 4, putting it on the bench. I walked down the stairs and looked around.

“To go back, I must go?” I was looking everywhere. “It would be easier if at the entrance it had a different statue, so I can pinpoint the path to go.” I know I must go to the other side of the clover field so I started walking, passing in the middle of the field going ahead then I stop, there are two paths at the beginning of the forest, I look at both, but they seem the same, and being dark does not help. “Maybe a little light?” I am really talking to the forest. Suddenly the flowers that embrace the trees started glowing in one of the paths, giving enough light for me to see the path. “I remember the flowers.” I started walking that path, I also saw that the statues are glowing also, helping me recognize them. After walking a while I got near the door, was about to open it, but I stopped looked back at the forest. “Thank you.”

Opening the door and going to the temple. Walked around a little bit until I spotted in the hall I always walk by and went to dinner.