I have no screenshots for this chapter, unfortunately. (Bad Seabody! -slaps hand-)
Chapter Two, Cassandra
Sometimes you need to find someone to love, to love, to have and to hold, 'til death do you part. I, Emily Smith (formerly Steel, formerly Smith), was lucky to find that in my sweetie pie, my darling, my honey, my Christopher. With the ring that slid onto his finger that very day, I had condemned both him and me to a horrible fate.
I would live, live to see his agony in death, and to see the spouse of my descendants' agonies. I had condemned myself to watch a man die, while I live. That is my curse.
He would die, knowing full well that I would not, and neither would our child, nor their child, nor their child, until eight, yes, only eight of us were left. These 8 elders would all live to see another dawn, while their spouses would live only to see their twilight.
It is selfish, in a way, but who am I to argue? This deal was passed to me by a man who called himself Seabody, who, in turn, received it from a Man known as a Metropolis.
It is our curse.
Irregardless of the life and death to which Christopher is fated, he served his main purpose, in producing my heir. Without him, I would have no heir, and no heir means death for me. My heir, a gorgeous girl, we named Cassandra, the Latin name for "Prophetess".
My curse is one I have passed to this nooboo.
Shame on me. Shame on me. Shame on me.
