Well....this is my NaNoWriMo 2010. As as I do for most stories I write, I must warn you. THIS IS UNEDITED. THERE ARE COPIOUS SPELLING AND GRAMMAR ERRORS. I do apologize ahead of time for this.

I do hope that you enjoy it so. It has been a pleasure writing it.



My Dearest Mary,

Please do not hate me forever. Or perhaps it shall be easier for you to hate me forever. If you find it easier to hate me, then go ahead; hate me forever. Soil my name in town, rip up all portraits of me. Do all of this if it eases your pain, for if your pain is as great as mine is, all of this will be needed.

Do not try to find me. When you get this letter I will be long gone, I have made sure of it. I do not wish to leave you in the dark, so I plan to enclose my story within this letter. I have chosen not to give you the full details to protect you from the wretched darkness of my tale.

It all started last year. Do you remember the sweet carnival that comes into town every summer? It's not very big, but the children all line up before it opens. They always become excited when the carnival music starts playing and the fascinating people wander in and out of the carnival tents.

Well, last summer I went to the carnival with the boys. We took young Steven with us. He loved all the rides and candy that was sold. Everything went smoothly until we passed by an unusual stand. Oh, now Mary you are surely going to scold me for this next part, but it is the most important part of this story. Perhaps if we didn't stop at the stand everything would have been different. I just cannot figure out if it would be for better or for worse.

There was a very mystical looking young lady sitting in front of a large crystal ball. The more I think about it, the more I am confused by her youth. She spoke with the wisdom of a woman twice our age. Her eyes held a certain knowledge in them, which should have been my first warning sign. Oh, but Mary, she spoke with such a soft voice that I could not just walk past her. So I followed her into the stand as she drew the drapes around us.

She did not give me her name; she just took my hand over the crystal ball and closed her eyes. I was about to ask her how much she charged, but she started whispering words which were unknown to me. I kept my eyes opened as she continued chanting under her breath. Her eyes would flutter here and there, and I could not keep my eyes away.

And then, as if hours went by, her eyes opened and she looked at me. She gave me a smile that caused shivers to run up my spine. Much to my surprise, she asked me if I knew of my fate. What a strange question to ask someone. Unable to speak, I shook my head to answer her. She did not respond, but just set my hands back on the table and walked over to a stand next to her table.

The gypsy woman asked me if I cared for some tea, but I knew better than taking tea from a gypsy, so I declined her offer and waited for her to tell me what she had seen.

At first I did not believe her. What she spoke of must have just been myths, and nothing but that. I figured she just wanted to earn a hefty sum. I stormed out of her stand in a huff. Our dear friends asked what was wrong and I told them that she had just tried to take too much money from me. It was not until I arrived back home that I realized how she did not even ask me for money, not once.

I barely got any sleep that first night. Her words kept replaying again and again. I kept trying to deny her words, but the more I thought of it, the more I realized how it made sense.

I could not sleep a few nights after that. I thought about going back to the carnival and asking the gypsy woman what to do, but I decided against it. It would only make matters worse. I prayed every night for her words to be lies. Why trust a gypsy woman?

Weeks went by, and the carnival left town with the gypsy woman long forgotten. And then you confessed your love for me and my entire world changed. The sun shone brighter, the grass was greener, the days felt longer, my world was in a magnificent state and I could not be happier.

I knew that I would ask you to be my wife when your lips first met mine. The way you smiled at me made me want to see that smile everyday for the rest of my life. When I told my mother about my plans, she cried with joy and gave me her wedding ring.

Do you remember the night I proposed to you? I was shaking with anticipation. My brothers all teased me about it. They told me I was being foolish to worry and that you would say yes in a heartbeat. They were right, of course, but my nerves still got the best of me!

I will never regret asking you to marry me. The moment you said yes was the best moment of my life. I do feel guilty for making you go through planning our wedding which can never happen.

Please keep the ring, my dear Mary. It is your forever.

You now must be quite confused, my love, but let me explain to you that I made my decision for the both of us. You will be better off without me. I cannot say that I will be better off without you, because I know it is not true. You bring out the best aspects of me, that cannot be denied. I would like to die happily in your arms after a long life with you, but fate seems to have other plans.

Months and months went by until summer came once again. The familiar sound of the carnival rang in my ears. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I remembered that gypsy's fatal words. No matter what happened, I was determined not to go back. Her words were meaningless to me. Our engagement had blinded me to all obstacles. They didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.

I was riding my beloved horse down a path one day when I saw the gypsy woman again. She was sitting on the edge of the forest, just outside the carnival. She was playing with cards in her hands as if she was doing nothing but passing time by. But as soon as I saw her, she was staring at me as if she had been waiting for me all this time. I planned on just riding straight past her, but she stepped in front of my horse, causing him to stop and throw me off. Her evil spells and aura must have warned him away because he went galloping back through the forest, leaving me alone with the gypsy.

I begged and pleaded for her to leave me alone, but she listened not. Word must have spread quickly, because she knew about you and our recent engagement. She warned me of the dangers in this. I tried not to listen to her, but her eyes changed from their mysterious wisdom to something more plaintive and sorrowful. She then confided in me that she was trapped in the same curse.

Tears flew from her eyes, but I still did not believe her. She then told me of her great story. It took hours to tell it; nightfall arrived by the time she had finished. While the story was quite fascinating, I know it is not the story you are interested in. When she was done with her storytelling she had left me convinced of the curse I was under.

Oh, Mary what a dreadful curse it is. It has granted me immortality, but who wishes for immortality when you cannot be with the one you love? The curse is far too powerful for me to even write it again. It is better that you don't know of it. You will sleep better at night.

Perhaps I should not be telling you this, but I think it would put your mind at ease to know that I am safe. To protect myself and others from this curse, I will move to a far away secluded mansion. My family owns this mansion, but it has not been lived in in decades. I have never traveled to the mansion before, but when he was alive, my grandfather used to rave about its beauty. I feel as if this mansion will be the safest place for me and the world around me.

Please do not try to find me, Mary. Trust that what I am doing is for the good of both of us and the world that we are living in.

I have told you if it is easier for you to be angry at me, then so be it, be angry at me. But I ask of you not to forget me. I am confiding in you my greatest fear. By isolating myself I worry that my friends, family, and you will all let me escape your thoughts. It might be the most selfish thing I will ever do, but please do not forget me.

Please, Mary, please move on with your life. Marry a nice boy who will be able to love you as much as I always will. Maybe one day we will meet again, but for now I must distance myself from you.

I love you, my sweet Mary. Never forget that.

Truly yours,

Larkin Slinston

Don't worry, the entire story doesn't take place in the 1800s, oh gosh but would that be a challenge?

Thanks for reading! Hopefully you like the preface enough to wait for the rest!


Sincerely, Morine