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This is a partial rewrite of a story that I wrote about 2 years ago.
Breaking the Curse
By Morpheus
"Curse it." Prince Caiden growled, pulling a bandage on his arm, disgusted
by the sight of blood that soaked through. It wasn't the blood that
disgusted him, just the fact that it was his own. And that it shouldn't
have been. "He cheated." Caiden growled, glaring around his empty room.
Just a short while earlier, Caiden had been sparring in the castle
courtyard with one of the lesser noblemen, and his opponent had gotten past
his guard. Caiden fumed at that, knowing that it shouldn't have happened. He
was the greatest swordsman in the kingdom and had never been beaten. There
was no way that Tannis, a lesser nobleman could possibly have beaten him...
a prince of the blood fairly.
Furious, Caiden pictured his opponent, the young Tannis, roasting over a
spit, knowing that he could have this ordered if he chose to. Of course,
Tannis could never beat him normally. Tannis was no match for his skill and
pure blood. Arrogantly, Prince Caiden went through his lineage in his mind,
reminding himself of how pure, and how noble his blood was. Of how
unbeatable.
No, he decided. It couldn't have been Tannis being better. Never.
Obviously it was a trick. Prince Caiden suspiciously went over the fight in
his mind, trying to find the trick that Tannis had used. Trying to figure
out exactly how Tannis had cheated. In his minds eye, Caiden reviewed every
lunge, every sword stroke and every block. He saw trickery and cheating in
every motion.
Then, as Prince Caiden began to calm down, he realized that it hadn't just
been Tannis. There were a number of other highly suspicious things that had
happened lately. As if someone was out to get him. Caiden's mind raced,
growing more suspicious as he thought about it.
First there had been the stupid wench who claimed that she carried his
bastard. Of course he knew that he was incredibly fertile, feeling proud of
that, but the girl was only a wench and a peasant. Not worthy to carry his
seed. Then again, a bastard was nothing more than an annoyance...
an annoyance that he had no wish to be bothered by.
Of course, the wench was not the only strange thing. His favorite hound
had been killed by a bear the previous week, while shortly afterwards his
horse had gone lame of foot while they had been hunting and he had been
forced to slay the beast. Then there was his sword, which had been broken.
Supposedly by accident, but now Prince Caiden knew better.
Obviously, someone was plotting against him. But for what purpose.
However, Caiden already knew. "The throne." he mused aloud.
Someone was plotting to get rid of him, to take the throne that was his by
right. Probably his brother Kesden. Caiden sneered at the thought. His
brother Kesden was 6 years his junior, and was a fool. The idiot actually
believed that peasants had some rights as nobles. That peasants and nobles
should be held to the same laws. Ridiculous.
However, Caiden wasn't sure though that Kesden had it in him to do
something like that. It would take guts, and he knew that Kesden was a
foolish coward, who'd make peace with an enemy rather than crush them as was
proper. Perhaps someone else. Someone who wished to use his brother as a
puppet.
Caiden paused, staring at the blood stain on his bandage and sneered.
There was more to it than just a plot though. He knew it. Everything was
too well hidden for normal means so obviously it was something more.
"Magic." Caiden whispered, clenching his fists. "A curse."
How else would one explain all these things happening to one of the royal
blood? The Crown Prince. Coincidence? No, it must be a curse. Focusing on
the problem, Caiden decided that the first thing he'd need to do would be to
break this curse. Then find his enemies and destroy them. He smiled
maliciously at that pleasant thought.
At first, Caiden started towards Aktheon, the court wizard's quarters, then
he suddenly stopped, just down the hall from his planned destination. What
if Aktheon was the one to set the curse? What if he was behind the plot?
Caiden's spine seemed to fill with ice at the thought. After all, what
other magic user had such easy access to the crown prince?
"No." Caiden mused to himself, "Aktheon will not do." He needed someone
else. Then he smiled faintly as he remembered hearing of a wizard who lived
in Dondie Woods, just several hours distant. "Yes." Caiden told himself
thoughtfully, "That should do just fine."
---
The next day, Prince Caiden mounted his horse, glancing over at his three
hunting companions, Sintar, Belvere and Aldan. They were all nobles as
befitted the escort of a prince, though they were not his equals. Those
three had long been his hunting companions and were the perfect disguise for
his plans.
"Today." Caiden told his companions, "We are going to Dondie woods for the
hunt." He smiled almost pleasantly, not noticing all three of his
companions shifting in their seats. "Let's go." He demanded impatiently,
leading the way.
Once they were off, Caiden smiled to himself, thinking that hunting would
be the perfect excuse. It would cover for his real purpose of visiting
Dondie Woods and keep Aktheon from suspecting.
After several hours of riding, they reached Dondie Woods. Stopping, Prince
Caiden stared into the woods, imagining what kinds of magic and creatures
there would be to hunt. Smiling to himself, he could just imagine coming
home, having slain a dragon, and carrying the gold.
Caiden's companions just shifted uncomfortably in their seats, then
followed behind their Prince as he entered.
After a short while, Sintar, the most impatient of the group exclaimed,
"This place is boring."
Prince Caiden grunted in return, agreeing completely. He didn't want to
admit it, but it was a real disappointment. He had been expecting something
odd, or at least he woods to look dark and menacing. Instead, they were the
same as any other woods he'd ever been in. He'd expected it to be very
difficult to locate the wizard as well, a challenge worthy of one of his
blood. Instead, it was easy.
Suddenly Aldan gasped, "Your highness..." Once he had Caiden's attention,
the youngest member...and usually most observant, gestured. "Look. A
woodcutter." He was visible between the trees... barely.
Caiden nodded and they quickly moved towards the man, stopping once they
were within several feet. He was an older man, dressed in poor clothing,
smelling unwashed as did all peasants and setting Caiden's stomach to ill
ease. There was a cart just several feet away, piled with wood... and a very
attractive young woman beside it.
"Ho... woodcutter." Caiden announced, sneering down at the fool. "Tell us
where the wizard of these woods resides."
"Pardon me sir..." the woodcutter responded, bowing clumsily.
"Highness." Sintar interrupted, gesturing to Caiden. "This is Prince
Caiden... your future king. Disrespect him at your peril peasant."
The woodcutter gulped visibly then attempted another bow, this time with
more care. "I apologize yer highness." he said, then gestured towards the
young woman. "Me daughter and I weren't spectin such high visitors."
"The wizard." Caiden growled impatiently, furious that this stupid peasant
would make him wait.
"Tis down the trail to the creek..." the woodcutter said eagerly, pointing
the way. "Then ye but follow the creek downstream fer half an hour."
Caiden stared at the man in disgust for a moment, not trusting him. He'd
given the information too easily, making Caiden suspicious. Perhaps he had
been sent by the enemy to mislead Caiden, or he was sending Caiden into a
bandit's ambush. Caiden sneered, knowing that peasants never told the truth
unless forced to.
"Belvere..." Caiden announced, "Aldan..."
Without any further words, Caiden's companions quickly dismounted and
grabbed both the woodcutter and his daughter. Both were terrified, which
Caiden thought should make his work easier. "Tell me where the wizard is."
Caiden ordered the peasant.
"I... I already have yer highness." the woodcutter cried out.
However, Caiden didn't believe him and decided that other methods were
required. For the next fifteen minutes, Caiden and his companion hit the
old man between repeating the question, each time getting the same answer
between sobs. The daughter just looked on in terror, held firmly in the
large hands of Belvere. Finally, Caiden grew frustrated and pulled out his
knife. He would make the old man talk...
Several minutes later, Caiden shook his head, tired of dealing with the
woodcutter. He'd even cut off the man's fingers to make him tell the truth,
but the stupid peasant had kept saying that he told the truth.
"Pah." Caiden growled, "He appears to have nothing more to say." Then he
glared down at the older man, curled up on the ground crying, hands held
tightly to his chest.
Aldan nodded, "Perhaps he told the truth your highness." Caiden nodded,
suspecting that Aldan was right. Maybe the peasant actually had been
telling the truth. It would certainly be a first.
Then, looking at the daughter, Caiden turned to companions with a lustful
smirk on his face. "Now, let us have some fun."
---
It hadn't taken long for Prince Caiden and his companions to find the
wizard's house after they'd finished with that girl. Not after they
followed the woodcutter's directions. The house didn't look much like
Caiden had imagined a wizard's house would. It looked pretty much like any
other house that they'd seen since they'd been in the woods, though perhaps
a little larger and nicer.
"Wait here." Caiden ordered his companions, dismounting and starting
towards the door.
Carefully Caiden knocked on the door, feeling slightly nervous, but not
daring to let it show. After all, he was a prince, and was therefore,
inherently superior to even wizards. That knowledge lent him the strength
to knock loud and clearly, while his companions looked on nervously and
obviously confused.
After a minute of waiting impatiently, Prince Caiden was about to break the
door in, but held himself back because he needed the wizard's help, and
didn't want to anger him. At least not yet. Finally, the door creaked
open, and a middle aged man poked his head out. "What do you want?" he
snapped, seeing the Prince standing there.
"I want your help." Caiden stated simply, "And I'm willing to reward you
for it." He jangled his purse of coins, making sure they clanked together.
The man scratched at his scraggly beard, looking thoughtful. "All right
then, come in." Caiden followed the man into the house, and sat where the
man gestured for him to. Then the man sat down in the chair across from
Caiden. "What's your problem?" the man, whom Caiden assumed was the wizard,
though he certainly didn't look the part, asked.
"I believe I am under a curse, and would like to have it removed." Caiden
stared at the man, full arrogance in his bearing.
The wizard chuckled. "Oh. I guess you've heard about my hobby. By
profession though, I sell wood carvings. I only got involved in magic by
accident some years ago, and keep up with it as a hobby. I must warn you
though, that there are a great many better at it than I." The wizard
looked at Prince Caiden, making sure that he understood. When Caiden said
he wished to continue, the wizard smiled, and went to a book shelf, bringing
down a book.
After several minutes reading, the wizard looked up, and carefully recited
a spell, keeping close watch on Caiden. After watching Caiden carefully for
a minute, he finally said, "Yes, you do have a spell on you. I can't tell
much about it except that it was cast by someone far better than I."
"Then you can't break it." Caiden said quietly, greatly disappointed.
"Actually, I think I can." The wizard said, smiling proudly at Caiden.
"It'll take a little more money though." He grinned greedily at that.
Caiden just nodded, accepting this. He'd spend any amount to get rid of the
curse. "Please wait here then." the wizard told Caiden, walking out of the
room.
Caiden waited for over half an hour, growing more and more impatient.
Several times he nearly went to go look for the wizard and demand what was
taking so long, but he carefully held himself back. His patience was
rewarded when the wizard came back into the room, sitting down across from
Caiden again.
Holding out a vial of green liquid, the wizard instructed, "Drink this
during the full moon. It will break any spells upon you... and make you
immune from any other spells in the future."
As Caiden reached for the vial, the wizard pulled it back with a faint
smile upon his face. "Money first. This is the last I had of this potion,
and I don't know if I can ever get any more. It is extremely rare."
"How much?" Caiden demanded getting annoyed at this man who dared to cross
him. If he hadn't needed the potion so much... When the wizard told him,
Caiden jumped up, saying he'd refuse to pay that much.
The wizard smiled, holding the bottle out. "If you do anything, I drop it
and you never get cured."
Getting control of himself, Caiden gave the wizard all of the money he had
on him, then had to borrow more from his companions to pay the wizard's
price. As he walked away though, he smiled, tightly clutching the bottle
that would break the curse that was on him.
---
Prince Caiden had waited, impatiently for a fortnight, until the moon was
full. Finally it was time. He waited that night until the moon was full in
the sky, and he smiled. He'd show them. He'd break the curse, and they'd
never be able to harm him with magic again. Then he'd destroy his enemies.
All of them. First though, that foolish old court wizard Aktheon, whom he
was sure had cast the curse... then everyone else.
As Caiden gulped the liquid down, he thought it tasted oddly sweet, but not
foul like he'd expected a potion to be. It only took seconds for him to
start feeling the tingling throughout his body. "It's working." he said,
surprised as he heard his voice crack. Shocked, he watched as his flesh
began to change.
Horrified and confused, all Caiden was able to do was stare down at
himself, feeling his very flesh move. His clothes grew extremely loose on
him though two small mounds started to push out from his chest. Then, just
as the transformation slowed, Caiden realized what he was turning into and
screamed out loudly, "NOOO!"
---
Princess Caiden stood in front of her father, hair done up femininely and
wearing a lovely long dress, all insisted upon by her mother. She gulped,
almost wishing that she had not run to her parents after her sudden and
unexpected transformation. At the moment though, she listened sorrowfully
as her father explained.
"I'm sorry honey, but you were born a girl. However, I desperately needed
an heir to the throne, therefore I had Aktheon transform you into a boy that
very day so that no one would know. So that the line of succession would be
complete."
Caiden listened to her father, hope beginning to drain from her heart.
"You are now, as you were meant to be, and no magic can change you back."
The king paused, his voice sounding just a little sad... though not too much
so. "Fortunately, we no longer require you as an heir since your brother
Kesden can assume that duty."
Caiden felt tears begin to pour down her cheeks, knowing that it was true.
She couldn't be changed back... and they didn't need her anymore. She looked
over at her mother, who was beaming with pride at having the daughter that
she'd always wanted. No sympathy there.
Then her father continued, "And as you are too old to not be married..."
Caiden's throat locked up. "That fine young Tannis should do nicely. He is
your age, healthy, a great warrior, and most importantly, he is from a
wealthy and influential family. It will make a good marriage."
Outward, Caiden nodded acceptance demurely, knowing that she had no choice.
That was the greatest curse of being a woman. However, inside, Caiden
screamed.
The End
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