Some time had passed after I let Nick go. I had rebuilt my father's clan as best I could. We lived in peace for a short while. I often visited a small village where we rebuilt our home. They had a small church and I often went there to feel at peace and speak to god. I never once felt cursed. Not until Nick took all my hope and dreams. I felt I was cursed to love and live in vain.
One faithful night when I went to pray, Nick was waiting at the church altar for me. I looked him in the eyes with fear. I knew no good could come from this. I always wondered what it would feel like to see him again. I did think that the minute I saw him my heart would remain me how much I missed him. I walked closer to him and then saw the pool of blood. The nuns and priests were lying there dead. I screamed
