The Forgotten Parchments
"I swear I didn't do anything too much!" said Manilyn with his hands raised upward. "I just did a basic test to check if you had a curse or not!"
Luke huffed in stress and put down the old man's beard. "I'm sorry about that... My heart is still a little racing."
Manilyn combed his long beard with the own fingers of his hands. "It's okay, I understand..."
"So, am I with a curse?" Luke asked, already expecting the worst answer.
"Yes, you are cursed." The old man spoke without curling up and turned his attention to the books on another table. "I just haven't been able to determine what type it is yet..."
A sequence of memories began to run through the half-wolf's head, about all the times he could have been cursed. So, he realized with ease that, not to mention the notch in the chamber with the skull door, there were countless situations where he might have been cursed.