Forgotten and Unseen

"What do you mean they're afraid of what I'll do?" Aleksasha snapped, she glared up at Matias's emotionless mask.

He nodded. "Do you remember when the curse became known?"

She pursed her lips together, her brows wrinkling as she tried to remember when it all started. Images of bloody smears all over the floors of her parents' house where everyone had been dragged away and the bodies of their staff flashed through her mind. No. It was earlier than that. She decided. "I think I was… ten, when I heard the oracle utter those hateful words. My father insisted we go to the temple for a blessing after mom passed away."