The curse

A man stood like a statue on the mountain facing the evergreen forest covered with clouds. With a flicker of his hand, the sky was soon cleared. His eyes glimmered as a wooden cottage was revealed.

In a flash, the man reached the door and the door flew open. An old lady, who rested on a rocking chair, slowly stretched her neck and looked at the intruder.

"So... you have finally arrived." She said.

The man remained rigid and unmoving.

"You know me?" He said after awhile.

"Now, yes. Later, no."

"I see." The man took a step over the threshold. "Then you are aware of my purpose."

She nodded and a look of pity was found in her eyes.

"Yes."

Her feet reached the ground and she walked towards a round table with a black box on it.

When the old lady returned to her chair, her hands enfolded a greenblue crystalball. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. The air changed and sparkled, while a mighty aura spread inside the room.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open and they were completely coloured in black.

"Ask!" She hissed.

"How do I break the curse of Obliviscion?"

"On a night in the darkest time

One shall release the final chime

A battle so fierce, a peace so tranquil

The choice being made will reflect the greatest will

Good and evil shall link hands

Alone against the world one stands

To change the course of the fate

One must carry the heaviest weight"

Abruptly, her eyes returned to normal and the oppressive pressure vanished. Confused, she blinked and looked around. Her gaze landed on the stranger.

"Who are you?"

"Nobody." He replied coldly, while turning around and leaving the place.