Of Frost and Fire
Make the best out of a bed deal, always.
A long time ago when I was a little girl, right, after the accident and after so much persistence of my mother: Father took me to a many warlocks and witches in the village despite his disbelieve in their power. They all stood helpless before my curse, and bowed in admiration. One witch, I remember, that had a small dim stall in the Circus that came to town one time had offered me a charm and told me that as long as I kept it safe and sound and hidden no harm shall befall me from my curse and because of that I have worn it as a necklace ever since. If it were to keep me safe from my own curse, but put other innocent people through literal hell than I
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