Mondeseya's Curse (changed!) - A story

[NiaZen]

this is a story that I originally wrote in french...it was much much MUCH shorter...here's the original:

La Malédiction de la Pleine Lune

Un Conte de Fées de MOI!![/center]

Il y avait un grand royaume, ou se trouve le prince lutin, Sarolier. Il était quelqu’un qui tout le monde respecte, sauf pour l’homme, Lairont. Chaque pleine lune, Lairont ce transforme en détesté loup-garou qui ferra le calme royaume en lieu chaotique. Tout le royaume doutent qu’il le fasse parce que le loup-garou est incontrôlable. Puis, le brave Sarolier a décidé d’arrêter la folie de Lairont...

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- Mon prince! Vous ne devez pas aller seul! Nous ne voulons pas qu’il te blesse! S’il vous plaît! Tu dois m’écoute! Dit son loyale ami, Vetain.
- Non, je dois faire ce que je dois faire. Je veux que mon royaume soit en sécurité. S’il me tue...je suis désolé, mais je mourra pour ma royaume. Sarolier dit.
- Saro! Vous ne devez-
- Tu me doutes?!
- NON! Mon prince! Ne le faites pas...s’il vous plaît..
- Je désire que tu me comprennes, mon ami.
- Mais-!
- VETAIN!
-Oui mon prince...mais, départe-toi avant qu’il soit la nuit, il sera la pleine lune...et Sarolier se départe...Adieu...Vetain répond.

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Ca nuit, quand Sarolier marche dans la forêt, il entend un bruit sans qu’il voie d’ou il vient. Puis...un grand monstre descends des arbres...

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Le matin, Vetain fait un promenade dans la forêt, et il trouve un corps, et quand il s’agenouille pour voir le corps...il voit que c’est Sarolier...
- NON!!! Mon Prince!! Ce n’est pas VRAIS!! S’il vous plaît...ce n’est pas vraie...il crie

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Ils ne vécurent pas heureux, et le coeur du royaume s’est brisé...Lairont se couronna prince, et le royaume n’était rien encore content...

:3 haha, and then next post I'll have the translated/expanded version!

[NiaZen]

Curse of the Full Moon

It began a long time ago, in a great kingdom called Skai, where one could find the Elf Prince, Sarolier. There was no such thing as a King in this kingdom, because that way there wouldn’t be a ruler, the Prince was only somebody that the people looked up to and followed. He was a leader, and he never put himself above the others, this was why Sarolier was put into the seat of Prince. He had beautiful forest green hair and his face shone with a heavenly tone. His eyes were the shade of mystic fire topaz. His skin tone was a beautiful glimmering tan. A beautiful creature he was. He was someone which everybody respected and loved, all except for one man, Lairont. He himself was a hated man, one that nobody wanted to be near and raised their children to stay away from this horrid man, especially when the beautiful glowing Full Moon was out. You see, every Full Moon, Lairont turns into a despised were-wolf, and he brings nothing but chaos, terror, and despair to the people of Skai. Everybody knew that he didn’t do this just because the were-wolf is known to be ferocious and uncontrollable...

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[NiaZen]

...One Year Earlier...

Lairont used to be a caring young man, one that the people of Skai hailed. But Lairont wasn’t an elf like the people of Skai. He was a regular human, one that had tumbled across this kingdom, and was horribly wounded from some unknown source. Sarolier, being the loved Prince who cared for all life, accepted him into the small kingdom and brought the best healers to care for this mysterious man. Sarolier was always kind to him, as he was to his people. He treated this man the same as the people of Skai, which some were jealous of and thought was wrong, but they kept their opinions to themselves, for they knew that Sarolier knew what he was doing.

...This happy period of time didn’t last. The healers saw that the wounds were very strange. They looked like claw marks, and even some bite marks. They didn’t worry too much, their forest was infested with dangerous creatures which constantly attacked. What they didn’t notice was that something within Lairont was changing. He was friendly with all the children and the Skaionians... all until one night...

Lairont was walking in the forest by himself, carrying only a sword to protect himself from the vicious creatures of the Skaionian forest. He continued on until he heard something move about in the bushes. He quickly turned around and struck with his sharp sword. He heard a cry, but it wasn’t a creature’s cry, it was an elven one. He realized he had just killed an elf, but as he saw the blood drip down his sword, it wasn’t fear that ran through his body, but a strange, lust feeling. He saw the body, it was still moving and it was trying to crawl away, they were still alive. “P-Please! D-don’t kill me!!” the boy cried, but Lairont looked at the boy with a strange look, one which sanity evaded. He raised the sword above his head, and brought it down through the boy’s chest, striking it right on the heart. The boy let out a sharp cry, and his eyes went empty, the body went limp. A smile curled on the man’s lips, and let out a dark laugh. His heart had changed, for now he knew what he really loved...the blood of the innocent stained on his sword, the lives of the people taken by him.

Sarolier at once responded to what his people had said, he stormed down to check if the man was in his room. He was, but he wasn’t a man. That night was the night of the Full Moon, and in that room in which Lairont stayed in, the one which Sarolier had allowed to lodge in, was not a man, but a were-wolf, and he hungrily looked at the Prince. Fear gushed in his eyes as he cried out to his guard to warn the people, to hide and not come out of their houses. He turned back to look at Lairont, and without any hesitation, the were-wolf leaped at him, the only goal set on the wolf’s mind? Kill.

The Prince had no time to defend himself, and was soon thrown through the door and onto the opposite wall, Sarolier looked at this were-wolf, and in one quick swipe, the wolf stole the sight of Sarolier’s left eye. The Prince cried in agony as blood streamed down from his eye, and tears from the other, the pain was unbearable, but he found the strength to take out his small dagger and stab Lairont on the shoulder. The wolf howled as the dagger dug into his shoulder and quickly retreated, running out of the palace, and into the streets.

Sarolier lay kneeled on the floor, his hand covering his bleeding eye and the other trying to support himself up. He was weeping. His unharmed eye was held open by the agony that the Prince held, and tears flooded down his cheek, staring into nothing. He didn’t say a word, and one could only hear his sobs. All his guards were out in the village, standing no chance against the horrid were-wolf. Nobody knew what was going on inside the palace, where Sarolier stood kneeled, blood now dripping onto the floor and squeezing through his fingers. He could hear people screaming outside, but he could do nothing, the pain was far to great and he couldn’t find the strength to move.

After hours of terror, a housemaid came out of hiding in her room, and found the beloved Prince on the floor, just laying there motionless. The housemaid ran to her Prince screaming help, and kneeled down, turning the Prince over onto his back and into her lap, where she saw the terror of the gaping wound, his face was covered in his milky blood. She gasped and then noticed that the Prince was sobbing, shivering. She quickly wrapped him up in the blanket she was carrying and tied a bandage around his bleeding eye. “Oh, my Prince, we’ll get you help, I promise it!” She promised, and then she herself began to sob, resting her head on his chest, and soon the healers rushed into the hallway, taking the Prince and hurrying him into the healery, hoping to be able to save his eye...but they knew that their attempts would be pointless...The only thing they could do was stop the venom of the were-wolf from reaching his heart, which would have thus turned him into a were-wolf as well.

That was the beginning, the monster that Sarolier shared his hospitality had taken half of his sight, and taken the lives of many innocent elves, leaving no mercy, until the cursed Full Moon was covered by the storm clouds of the Skaionian skies, and no more was seen of the moon. The wolf retreated into the forest, and the people didn’t see him until the Full Moon arose, bringing this detested man into the kingdom, and along he brought terror and fear...

This went on for months, until it finally completed a year, and Sarolier’s eye was healed, but it no longer functioned. He was blind in his left eye, a reminder of what he had accepted into his kingdom. The healers and his guards had refused to let him leave his room while he was still injured, so he could do nothing, only watch as his people stood terrorized and guiltlessly murdered once a month as a game of this were-wolf. But he was now healed, all his strength had returned, and he would not allow the madness of the were-wolf Lairont continue any longer. He would hunt down this were-wolf, and finish him...if he wasn’t finished first...

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[NiaZen]

“My prince! You mustn’t go alone! We don’t want the man to hurt you again! Please! You must listen to me!” pleaded the Prince’s loyal and close friend, Vetain.

“No, Vetain, I must do what I must. I want my kingdom to be in safety’s hands. I will not allow this madness to continue any longer...and I must regain myself for allowing this monster to join our Kingdom. I will make him pay for all the deaths he has brought upon our Kingdom. And if kills me before I do...I am terribly sorry my friend, but I will die for my Kingdom, for my people.” Sarolier responded.

“Saro! You cannot do this! You shouldn’t-”

“You doubt me?!”

“No! Of course not My Prince!! But you mustn’t do it...please...”

“I wish for you to understand my intentions, my friend.”

“I do! But-”

“VETAIN! I will have no more of this foolishness! I will sacrifice myself for my kingdom! And you must accept this! If you don’t, I will not take it upon myself to keep myself from fighting you to allow my passage to the forest!”

“...Yes My Prince...but...you must leave before the night falls...it will be the Full Moon tonight.” Vetain said, not able to look into the Prince’s eye. Sarolier nodded and bowed his head looking at his dear friend. Vetain refused to look at him, and bowed in respect of the Prince’s departure.

“Very well, good-bye my friend.” And the brave Prince walked off, entering the muted forest.

“Good-bye...” Vetain responded, raising his head as he watched the Prince’s cape be devoured by the cover of trees. Worry masked his face, and he slumped away back into the small Kingdom.

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[NiaZen]

That night, Sarolier was still walking through the forest, bow at hand and quiver on his back, loaded with arrows. He hadn’t caught sight of the dreaded were-wolf, and he had goose bumps running up his arms. It was nearly midnight, and the Full Moon towered above him, baring reminder of what lay in this forest. He was handicapped by the fact that his vision wasn’t very good in the darkness, and the fact that he only had one working eye helped him much less. He constantly stumbled on the roots of the trees, he was already nervous and any noise caused him to load his arrow and shoot. He had already killed some birds, and actually managed to kill some deadly predators...but none of which were Lairont.

He was beginning to lose all hope. He had seen nothing of the were-wolf, until he heard a noise to his right. He quickly turned and shot an arrow into the trees. He was really panicked now, and as he was about to sigh in relief that it was nothing, a great monster descended from the trees and looked at him in the eye. Sarolier gasped and was about to load another arrow, but he was knocked up against a tree and he dropped his bow. He gasped at the great force holding him against the tree and opened his eye, and he met the gaze of the dreaded were-wolf, Lairont, who was smirking at him through his wolf muzzle.

“So you’ve come to hunt me down, Prince? How foolish you are!” He roared, his voice deep and frightening.

“I will stop your madness Lairont!” Sarolier replied, his voice ringing and heavenly compared to the demonic creature’s.

“Stop me?! Ha! You are more foolish than the people of your kingdom! You cannot stop me!! I am unstoppable!”

“You are not! I will stop your chaos and stop this murderous killing!” Sarolier shouted, taking out a small dagger from his belt and jabbing it at the were-wolf’s shoulder, but the wolf quickly moved and let go of the Prince, letting him drop to the floor.

“You think you can do that same action twice?! You are more foolish than I thought! You will be easy to kill!” Lairont howled, raising his claws into the air and running at Sarolier.

The Elven Prince quickly moved out of the way of the rampaged were-wolf, and seizing the chance to grab hold of his bow. He slid to his bow and stole it from the ground, getting back up and pointing the arrow to where he last saw the were-wolf. But he wasn’t there. He looked around and then he was knocked down to the floor, his bow flying from his hold again and then he saw the wolf catch it in mid air. “What a beautiful bow you have, Prince. What a pity once it’s broken.” Lairont said, looking at the fallen Prince, smirking and then easily snapping the bow in two. Sarolier winced as though the bow itself was part of him.

The Prince stood up and threw some small blades at the wolf. Lairont didn’t expect them and his shoulder openly accepted three of the blades and he howled in pain as his fur was stained in his spiteful blood. He withered at Sarolier, and bore his blood-stained teeth, and rushed at the Prince, catching him off guard yet again. He cuffed at the Prince and tore open Sarolier’s shoulder. The Prince’s eye widened in misery as he let out a powerful yell. He fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder as it bleed through his fingers. He looked at the wolf with a narrowed eye, wincing in the pain.

“You are so pathetic, Sarolier. I cannot believe that the people of Skai would ever have chosen you as their ruler. What they need is a powerful worthy man! One who all would listen to! One who knows how to really run a kingdom!” Lairont claimed.

“You shall never rule my Kingdom. They do not need a monster to rule them! I will finish you off and there will be no more terror in my Skai!” Sarolier shouted, wobbling up and pulling out his glimmering sword. “Come get me, you shall have to kill me to get my Kingdom!” He said, wincing and raising the sword.

“With pleasure...Prince Sarolier.” The wolf responded, crouching down and leaping into the air...

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[NiaZen]

The Prince was holding onto a tree, blood running down his mouth, his shoulder gaping open, and his entire shirt almost soaked in blood. He was having trouble breathing. His leg was injured when Lairont had slashed at him. The Prince had barley moved out of the way, avoiding getting struck across the chest, and one of the wolf’s claws had caught on the Prince’s calf.

Sarolier was barely able to stand, he had lost far too much blood. His eye wandered the forest, looking for the were-wolf. He could smell him, for the wolf himself was badly injured as well. “LAIRONT! Come out! huff huff. Stop hiding...unless you are a...huff huff...a coward!” Sarolier shouted, letting go of the tree and picking up his fallen sword, wincing and limping to the center of the trees. “COME OUT!” He shouted again, coughing, his pure blood staining the forest floor. He looked around, feeling horribly light-headed. His sight was a bit foggy, contributing to the darkness...and to the advantage of the were-wolf.

“COME OUT YOU COWAH-!” He began, but he was knocked up against a tree and the claws of the Were-wolf were squeezing the Prince’s neck. The Prince dropped his sword and now he was trying to loosen the wolf’s grip.

“I am NOT a coward! Do you...not even DARE s...say that!” Lairont growled, blood dripping out of his muzzle, his eyes bloodshot and his fur stained in his own and Sarolier’s blood. “I will kill you, and I shall...huh huh...rule your pathetic...K...Kingdom!” He said, he himself was having trouble speaking, but he wasn’t half as injured as the Prince. The wolf glared into the Prince’s eye, then his eyes widened in astonishment. The Prince was begging for air as he tried to push away the wolf, but he was far too strong. Tears filled the Prince’s eye, gasping for air. “Ha...haha! Oh I...huh huh...remember that day...t...huh huh day that I stole...y-your sight. Prince...W-what if I take...huh huh...the sight of...of the other one too?!” He shouted, taking his free claw and swiping it at the Prince, aiming for his un-harmed eye, but the Prince had acted.

Sarolier quickly took another hidden dagger and jabbed it into the wolf’s arm, the one that was swiping at him, and Lairont howled in pain, dropping the suffocating Prince. He collapsed and wrapped his hand around his bruised neck. He glanced up and saw the wolf on the floor, in agony. Now Lairont’s body was covered in daggers and blades. He was rolling on the floor, digging them into his body even further. Sarolier wondered if his body would be able to stand any more of this torment, but he had to defeat the wolf, if not, at least fatally wound him. He knew that his kingdom would be greatly saddened if they found his dead carcass on the forest floor, but he would not die in vain.

The Prince looked around, looking for his sword, and he caught a glimpse of it, right beside the tortured wolf. Sarolier found the energy to move, and he rapidly rushed to the sword, taking hold of it and then tumbling down, his leg was in pain and his shoulder was gushing out more blood. He gasped and looked at the wolf, which was now on all fours, wheezing and glaring at the Elven Prince.

Sarolier stood up carefully. “This is it...” He managed to say, posing himself to get ready for the impact. A menacing growl rolled out of Lairont’s throat as he pounced at the Prince. Sarolier himself ran at the wolf...and they met each other.

Again, the dying Prince was slammed against a tree, but this time, what was holding him up against it wasn’t the wolf’s crushing body, but his claws. Lairont had brought his claws through the Prince’s chest, although much closer to his shoulder, and Sarolier let out an ear-splitting scream. His eye was widened in pain, and then he could no longer scream, nothing but dead air escaped his mouth. He looked at the wolf, who himself seemed paralyzed, then the Prince noticed that an arrow, one that had slipped out of his quiver, was stuck into the beast’s arm. Of course, this wouldn’t do much to him, but Sarolier noticed that this arrow, by taking a look at the feather at the end, it was not a normal one...

Blood came spurting out of the Prince’s mouth, and the Were-wolf retreated, pulling out the arrow...but the head had stayed in his arm, he howled and went on all fours again. Lairont saw the Prince fall to the floor, clutching his chest, which was bleeding uncontrollably. “Hah...haha...you thought you could defeat me... Now you shall die, Prince!” The Wolf screeched, limping to the Prince’s dying body.

“You-you-you...thu-think that...you-you cah-cah-can just take muh-my kingdu-kingdom...? You-you will neh-never win the hea-hearts of muh-my pe-people...” Sarolier struggled to say, coughing up blood, now he was having a really hard time breathing and seeing. His vision was really foggy.

“Don’t waste your...your words...” Lairont said, lowering his monestrous face to the heavenly one. He howled proudly, but then the clouds of the Skaionian skies rolled in, covering the Full Moon. Lairont looked up in horror as his body began to shift back to the human he was. He roared in pain while changing, and soon, he was just a simple man, bleeding everywhere, knives, blades, arrows, and daggers stuck in his arms, and his legs, wearing only shorts. He fell onto his knees as he pulled out the weapons from his body, and then he looked at the Elven Prince. He limped to the dying body, and pulled the crown from the glowing head of the elf. “Thi-This is...mine...” Lairont said, putting it on his own head, smirking, and limping away, leaving the Prince..

Sarolier watched the human walk off, and he tried to get up. He found his energy and managed to grab hold of a tree, blood smeared on it. He completely couldn’t use his right arm. His chest hurt deeply, but the wolf hadn’t fatally wounded the Prince by where his claws had entered. Yet now, both of the Prince’s shoulders were basically useless. The Prince knew if he pushed himself too hard, the bleeding would flow more uncontrollably. He didn’t want to die in the forest.

Sarolier tried to limp to the next tree, but he stumbled on a rock and fell, a branch stabbed his shoulder wounds, and he let out a sharp scream. He began to cry, rolling over. He was bleeding far too much. The Prince closed his eyes, he couldn’t see clearly anymore...his breath stuttered, and he sobbed. The Prince stayed motionless...and waited.

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[NiaZen]

Vetain was strolling in the forest, that was his excuse, a short stroll. Really, he was just worried about the Prince, who hadn’t returned that night. He wasn’t alone, along with him came a dear friend, Yasai. She was a young and beautiful elf, she herself was a close friend of Sarolier’s.

“You don’t think he’s..?.” Yasai asked, looking at Vetain.

“I...I don’t...I don’t know Yasai...I’m hoping he’s not...” Vetain responded.

“...He’s strong...He might...I...I don’t know...there are rumors in the village that say they saw a man in the trees with Sarolier’s crown...do you think he is...?” Yasai asked, stepping over a fallen branch.

“I hope not...” Vetain answered, going in front of Yasai, but then he stepped on something and noticed that it wasn’t a branch. “What is this?” He asked, kneeling down. When he got closer, he noticed that it was a broken bow. He picked it up, and his eyes widened in horror. “It’s...”

“Sarolier’s...he must be nearby! We have to find him!!!” Yasai screamed, running ahead, but she stopped as she inhaled the stench of blood. “Oh-Vetain!” She shrieked, covering her nose. Vetain quickly caught up to her, and smelt the stench as well, he recoiled but he had to go forth.

“I-I’ll go c-check it out, ok-k?” He said, holding his breath as he went into the trees, the stench getting stronger, until he saw in between two trees, there lay a body. Fear exploded in his eyes, and he quickly forgot the stench. “No...” He said, running to the body.

“Vetain?!” Yasai cried, walking towards her friend, who was kneeled on the floor.

Vetain saw who this body belonged to. He saw that it lay there, motionless, almost as though it fell asleep, a deep sleep never to wake up. It was a beautiful body, covered in scars, bruises, cuts, wounds...blood. It’s clothes were stained in it’s milky blood. Tears erupted in his eyes, a great sadness filled his heart, and he began to shiver. He tried to keep in his tears, and then, a painful yell rolled out of his throat, completely collapsing over the body, sobbing and unable to hold back his sorrow. “No...No no no!!! THIS CAN’T BE TRUE! PLEASE!!!! This can’t be true...it’s not true...please...no...”

“Vetain?! What’s wrong?!!!” Yasai yelled, now behind Vetain, and once she saw the body, she collapsed onto her knees, and broke into sobs. “Oh, my goddess Aie, please don’t let it be true...please...NOT SAROLIER!!!!!”

And it was indeed the body of the Elven Prince. It held no more soul. An empty shell. He had died of too much blood loss. And he just lay there, he knew that death would soon arrive, so he just welcomed it, making no more effort to go back to his kingdom, where the healers may have had the chance to save him. But there he lay, his beautiful body betrayed by the one he gave a warm heart to. His soul ripped out of this empty shell, and the pain had forever subsided...

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[NiaZen]

Indeed, Lairont the were-wolf crowned himself Prince of the kingdom Skai, but he was unable to hold his reign under the tight control he desired, for only a week into his reign, the arrow had finished it’s work. The arrow that had stabbed Lairont was an arrow coated in a magic potion, one that reversed the curse of the Were-Wolf. The man had been foolish and ignored it, even when he was having constant pains running through him just a day after being effected. The venom had done its own curse, and changed the detested half-being into a regular human.

The Kingdom was thus left with a human Prince, but it still ran under fear and terror under control of this man. Yet, the Kingdom’s heart was shattered, they had lost their beloved Prince, and they were never again happy. Everything went on with an air of sadness. They buried their Prince in the most handsome land, and gave him the most royal ceremony mourning his death in secret from the new Prince. They would never be happy, and thus they didn’t live happily ever after...

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This mourning ceased one day, when a stranger came across the kingdom. He had beautiful forest green hair, his face shone with a heavenly tone. His eyes were the shade of mystic fire topaz. His skin tone was a beautiful glimmering tan. And his left eye was bandaged. He claimed that his name was Reiloras, and that he had gotten lost, but he didn’t know where he came from. He seemed to have forgotten everything, he only knew his name. The village looked at this stranger named Reiloras, and they began to wonder.

Vetain and Yasai looked at each other when they saw the stranger, awe and surprise in their faces. Did Aie, their goddess of Life and Light, do this? Could this possibly be...?

To be continued...

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edited o.o

[NiaZen]

! ok, so I am actually writing the story, as in, a whole novel, I might post some of it!! :DD if not most. ^^'