The Curse and the Thorn

By S.H DARSH

One dark blue night, he met a heroic woman, with a fierce voice dressed as a warrior with a sword in her hand named Marley. She was the daughter of the King Scarlet, who was a humble man. She changed his destiny and took him to her birthplace Scarlet, named after her father.

• Language: English
• Publisher: One Point Six Technologies Pvt Ltd
• Release date: Jun 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9789390040643

S.H DARSH

S.H.Darsh is a mom to an adorable kid, wife to a loving husband, teacher and an Interior designer by profession. She was born in the year 1993 and brought up in the beautiful city of Guwahati, which is in the northeastern part of India. Currently, she is residing in Texas, USA, with her husband and son. She is an aspiring writer of fantasy stories and creative at heart.

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PART I

I hold a sword of my name, Jacob Marley.

I am not a founder, nor a robber.

I take a lot of sweat on my shoulders,

To earn a living and

Overcome my grief inside.

I can’t yell loud,

I have a thorn inside my throat.

It’s the red blood of my life.

Do you believe in red?

The color of love, blood and now there is a hole inside.

Blood, cruelty, and evil,

Were the taste to push the tongue to live.

Evil and demons,

Lazed inside the Red soul’s heart.

It was a sin to take a glimpse,

Of paradise.

My story started twenty years ago,

In a place called Veil.

It was the place of stealers and robbers.

One dark blue night sky,

I was in bed, covered with an old duvet.

Winds blew.

Windows swung open,

On its own.

Echoed a voice,

"Hey Lord, can you listen?

Don’t let our blood become a slave.

Flow us an abundance of the peaceful river.

Flow us an abundance of the peaceful river."

The sound vibrated in my ears,

Jolted me awake.

I jumped in with both feet.

Rode on my horse,

To hunt the voice of turmoil.

The horse galloped louder.

"Stop the hoof, keep your feet on the ground.’’

The burning voice,

Hit it from the back,

Like a thunderclap.

I stalled my horse.

I saw a girl dressed as a warrior,

With a sword in her hand.

She shouted aloud.

I asked,

Who are you on this blue night?

Why have you broken your voice digging the barren ground?

Without a thought,

She wielded her sword towards me.

In retaliation,

I brandished my own.

(Thunder blasted)

Her veil flew.

With the wild wind.

I was astonished looking,

At her brave front and heroic sense,

In the lightning storm.

She lashed out at me and said,

"I am a warrior,

Stand brave and fight back."

I answered,

I can’t break my law,

Love, passion, faith

Are inside my sword.

I am Jacob, the savior,

Belong to this place.

Your shrill voice,

Interrupted my sleep.

With her fierce voice,

She asked,

Do you believe in slavery?

If not, Why do you allow people to bleed?

"There is no mercy here.

Go and find your own land."

I replied,

"I am not a slave, to follow your orders.

Look at the stormy sky.

She didn’t lose her light.

How can you cross the line?"

She listened with tolerance,

And asked me to ride along with her.

She said,

"Don’t be afraid, my words are sharp.

Take your sword, if it breaks your trust."

I replied,

"I am a savior from my blood.

I go where the storm blows.

What do you want me for?"

There was a long silence.

Without any second thought.

I rode with her,

Into the dark woods.

We rode our horses.

After a long ride,

We halted for food.

Then she finally uttered some words.

She said,

"I am taking you to Scarlet, my birthplace.

It was named after its King."

I replied,

"I heard about the King Scarlet.

He was a hefty king,

But now his people are enslaved."

Do you want me to be a slave?

"I am good and proud.

Don’t take me to the loud.

It’s good to live in the blood,

Then an immoral ground."

She replied,

"Before you dig my grief,

Let me dig on my own.

I am the daughter of the King Scarlet."

"My father Scarlet,

Was a humble man.

He gave his golden life to

His people and land.

Now his blood is in

My veins and

Warrior in my soul."

"The day black clouds

Fell at the Scarlet.

Thousands collapsed in woe.

The bright land became sterile ground.

Chaos surrounded until today."

I asked,

"Why do you want to head towards it?

If you cannot breathe inside."

She breathed heavily.

She replied,

"My father was cursed.

How can I leave his sword?"

"I will quest for peace,

Until there is a single

Drop of blood left in my veins."

After a long silence,

She held her sword tight.

Grounded in her voice.

She said,

"I can’t hold my