The End of The Cursed

Over 50 years, 3 generations, and interminable pain – all because of a single curse. Finally the years of men becoming monsters, and monsters becoming men will end. Now, instead, she would have to go to war with a lineage rumored to possess dark magic. Her own father and even her father in law had spoken of the invasion of Gyl by Eillene. They had waxed on and on about how the smell of an entire army rotting and groaning for graves had blanketed a hundred miles in every direction. The fear and suspicion that surrounded the little kingdom had been both enough to threaten its rule…and to preserve it. Although its neighbors hungered for the riches of the little kingdom, fear had kept them at arm’s length. No one wanted their entire armies wiped out, and to lose their own kingdom. No one wanted the pestilence brought by the carnage that the previous invasion had wrought. But it had been years since Gyllene had supposedly committed this incredible act. Fifty three years had passed since a King of Gyllene had conquered anything.