Vik Kyteler | Through an exceptional destiny

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Things had changed a lot since my last visit to the forest where I used to have fun with my friends and venture out in search of four-leaf clovers. It had been years since I had been to that magical and dreamy place.

No matter how hard I try, those memories fade away and are replaced by the current ones, which are far from the moments I lived when I was just a child. What happened? I can't understand it to this day.

Among the last moments that come to my mind my aunt, a lady with an extravagant appearance suggested and even almost forbade me to visit that part of the forest. The clover area. With nothing more to say and with her daily perverse face, she left my life without hearing more from her.

I asked my family about what had happened to the aunt. Various rumors came in and none of them convinced me. Needless to say, most of them were in an evil sense. I still didn't believe it, even though I remember that she was once very affectionate to me, these last moments were quite uncomfortable.

It had been about three months since I decided to return to that forest. Maybe out of curiosity or maybe for answers. I have to say that it did not look like it did in my memories. Those green vegetation, clovers, and lots of flowers that I enjoyed finding were gone. Instead, the view I had of that place was of an environment with gray and dark tones, as if something bad had happened there. And that thick fog only confirmed what I sensed. And by ignoring that natural warning, I was involved in something that would determine a radical change in my life.

For a long time, I didn't have the courage to face my aunt's words until I decided to go to that forbidden area. I ventured there and strange things had begun to happen. The vegetation seemed to come alive every time I headed towards the place I had been forbidden. The grasses moved agitatedly while the branches and trees made terrifying creaking noises. That had activated despair in me. So much so that I had lost track of where I was going, it was not my concern but how to get back. Everything had become so confusing that when I ran faster than my legs would allow me, I hit a tree and vanished.

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When I woke up, my eyes saw someone passing by wearing a dark outfit, as dark as a night without stars, and then lost in the gloom. Around me, there were several symbols that I did not know, most of them made with branches and others drawn on the trees. It looked like the classic scenario of a witch movie, so I assumed that everything would get worse. Strange as it may seem, the place where I used to play when I was little and where I used to look for four-leaf clovers was in front of me. It was impossible that such a place, identical to how it once was, had moved so far away because I had run far enough to get lost and not know where I was. I knew I was far away, but not where.

Right there, where the clovers were still there, the moonlight was drawing a circle in that area, and its reflection was hitting a figure that I could barely see in the distance. I went there and found that it was a crystal statue of a woman with wings. Out of curiosity I touched it and felt a cold as icy as ice run through my body and begin to immobilize it. I stepped back and immediately moved away. At that instant, I saw again that unknown being with its dark attire and I ran again but this time knowing in which direction to go. The vegetation had marked me a way back home. And that's where I went.

Today I carry the curse of the crystal angel. I have already stopped going to school because my classmates no longer accept me for what I am now. My body began to erupt something strange on my back that at first, my doctor thought was a malformation or in its worst case, a tumor. Over time it evolved more and more where I fully realized that they were wings. And not necessarily those possessed by an angel, quite the contrary. These were covered with black feathers, like those of a carrion crow. That's what I became.

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Nowadays I live hiding from society. I have begun to have the idea of living in that forest that cursed me. Although I know very well that this was the work of my aunt. With each passing day, I learn more and more about her art of evil. I have truly met the face of darkness.

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