@decapitatesmygirlfriends continued from here
The Enchantress was also seen as a legend. A cautionary tale, and warning to all to be the best person you could be, because otherwise you would pay the price. A rule her daughter Emily always strived to live by.
Emily was just as beautiful as her mother, and with the same gentle heart. Most did not view her that way because of the stories, but deep down, she knew her mother only had good intentions, even if she didn’t always agree with the path to achieve her goal.
One of the most widespread stories was how the Enchantress cursed a bloodthirsty warlord into a creature that could only consumed the thing he spilled so much of. A creature of the night, doomed to this miserable and isolating fate forever. There was hope for the man, but all hope had been lost over the centuries as many women had disappeared into the forest, never to return.
All those years, Emily wanted to seek the man out, to speak to him, and perhaps find a way to help him out of her mother’s curse. The Enchantress forbid it, not wanting her daughter to be killed by the monster she created. The curse was his own to deal with, and it was not her burden. While Emily understood that reasoning, she decided one day she needed to try. She had her magic, and was a very intelligent young woman, so she knew she could protect herself if necessary.
Wandering deep into the forest, she finally found the old dilapidated castle, taking a breath of courage before going inside. It was too dark to notice most of her surroundings, but the figure at the top of the grand staircase caught her attention as he spoke. Admittedly, Emily was a little terrified, but stayed strong. This was her decision, and there was no turning back now. “And yet, here I am.”
