Birth of a Cursed Child

Chapter 30

Hunter's POV

In a hut, where I and my sister are. Outside of it were my servants waiting for me. We are hiding that's why we're here. My sister's kidnappers are already dead. She was abducted by the orders of someone a while ago. It's a relief she ran away from them. As well as running into me. Now my sister is lying in this ragged bed. Sister gave birth a while ago. Her curse is making her weaker after childbirth. This day was the birth of a cursed child. A mysterious curse that will affect her one day. I pity my sister and her child, they are both cursed because of an unknown spell put by their ancestors. Odelyn is now panting non-stop. "Odelyn, your gonna be all right. You still need to spend time with your daughter. And see her grow-up." I caress her hair. My sister is weakening. Odelyn messed my hair and wipe the tears escaping my eyes. "Ode," I scoff. "Hunter, my daughter's cursed like me. I couldn't tell my husband about my curse knowing someone has switched my baby with another. I'm thankful you save me in time when they kidnap both me and my child." She said. She was bathing with her own sweat. Her family bloodline is indeed cursed only female children are cursed. Her family's curse is mysterious only her own flesh and blood know their curse. While I'm not, I'm not affected by their curse, I'm his step-brother. And it pains to see my older sister like this. "I cannot tell you who is the father of my child. It's too risky. It's too risky for my family, to you, and the organization you made. I'm running out of time," My sister didn't finish. I gripped her hand tight, "The best thing that happened in my life was you, my husband, my children, and my daughter." She said then shut her eyes. I couldn't bring myself to say her name for the last time. I cried and cried until I heard a cry beside her.

It was my niece, Mia. Odelyn has always had her dream to name her daughter 'Mia'. She was loudly crying. I lift her, it was the first time I held an infant. I was gently holding her with care in my touch. I'm scared I might suddenly release her. When I held her she stop crying and smiled at me. I was cuddling her like she's my real daughter. I think she was crying because she felt her mother lost her life. Mia was a carbon copy of my sister. I laugh, my niece laugh. I kissed her temple plus lean to it. She was also leaning towards me.

"Mia, I don't know how I'll prevent the curse from you. But I will never let anyone make you suffer. I'll gift you all what you need; Shelter, warmth, care, love. I'll unconditionally give it to you. From now on, you're my daughter. My daughter died when my wife gave birth to her. But you, you'll be my daughter. And I'll treat you not like her yet my real daughter. I will protect you no matter what." I kissed her cheeks. Still crying. Years pass by I've been parenting Mia. There was no day I regret taking her with me. Something dangerous happened to us. I'm afraid that they'll target Mia, I decided that I'll leave her at an orphanage away from me, from the organization will be a great choice. I'm sorry.

"Mother Teressa, please, take care of her. I'm leaving her at your care." I said then hugged once again my 6-years old Mia. "Mia, I'm sorry, dad's leaving you. I'm sorry." I uttered. Mia was smiling at me as we both cry. This is not a great decision but I hope nothing bad happens to you, I'm sorry. "Don't worry, Mr. Adamos. Odelyn has instructed us what to do after her death. Someday, I wish you will take her back again. We don't know her curse or her mother's bloodline's curse. It might be dangerous for the child. Now, take care." I nodded and leave. I'm sorry, my daughter.

My eyes woke, it was a dream. I was lying in my bed here in the underground place below the pub. I stood, got nearer to the big portrays of us. We were happy. I cuddled her while she was putting a never-withered flower crown at my head. It was the best portray I had with her. Soon I look at a sketch. A sketch where I was holding Mia when she was a baby. Even now I am still regretful for leaving her.

I heard noises from above. What the heck another ruckus? Before I leave, I took the flower crown that Mia played with when she was young. I put it in a small box so that it will not be broken. And put it in my coat pocket. As I got up from the stairs and to the door. I bump in with one of my assassins saying a kid is barging in here. Along with announcing the second code. I was surprised. All of my family members who knew the code has left the world. On the other hand, my ex-wife knows it well, but we have separated our paths long ago. If it's not my former wife then who is it?

This voice sounds familiar. I've heard it before. I don't know where or when. It just really sounds familiar. I have been watching the whole scene. Yet I couldn't see the little girl clearly because I want to have my grand entrance in place. She had the skills of a fighter and a sharp tongue like me. I'd became curious who is the little lad. I stepped inside. When she looked at me, I saw her jewel blue eyes. Her flaming lavender hair with straps of black. She announces my name also saying 'Dad' along with asking why I left her. Impossible. How? My mind was flooded with memories of her and me. The time I spent every minute with my daughter. Our fun memories. And the day she was born. This must be a dream or an illusion or a fantasy...... I came back to my senses when the child hugged me tightly. Now I confirmed any of what's been going on isn't a dream. My daughter is here. Mia is here.

I was out of words as I spin plus hugged her. Only her name is the only thing I kept mentioning. I don't want to ask anything about how did she found me. I just want to embrace her like before. "Mia," I started crying. Mia wiped my tears as soon as she leans her forehead to mine. "Dad," She mutter. This scene, I remember this scene. It was when I first cuddled her from the day she was born. That day I was filled with fear, joy, and excitement. Mia is the first baby I held with life, I couldn't even hold my original daughter alive. Like I said my daughter died when she was born. Holding my original daughter's little body until in her graveyard was the only thing I lastly did with her. Therefore, Mia is another child I held but stayed alive. She was the cursed child I loved. Yet I left her.

"Mia, how did you found me?" I ask as I put her down. I kneed my leg the other was supporting it was what I did so that I can match her height. I took the little box I always carried. Inside of it was the flower crown she made. A never-withered flower. Putting the flower crown onto her head was like we are redoing another memory we did together. "The question is why didn't you tell me about the organization? The Resentment?" Mia smirk. She knows about The Resentment. It is the name I made for the organization. How can she know this? I didn't even tell her about the organization. This child she was not like before. Her appearance change. Well, that's natural, Mia is growing after all. But her aura, her aura holds both demonic and holy power also her mana is not that powerful. What has happened to this child? Before, she was never plus not like this. "Mia, tell dad everything you have suffered. I know there's something. You, you have changed. My daughter is currently different. Your beautiful eyes have changed. Your eyes produce a lifeless soul. What has happened to you? Who made my daughter in pain?" I was begging for an answer by questioning her. I cried once again. I shouldn't have left her. Mia's silence answered all of what she's been through even if she doesn't tell me. I know she has been through many hardships. Her curse is definitely related to it. I broke down. Fully kneeling on the floor. My daughter has and is suffering. "Dad, let's go down to your room. In the underground quarters." Mia guided me at standing and walking to the door going down. I hear many whispers. Like it's the first time I cried in front of them. That I had another daughter. How did I have Mia? And how is my daughter so skillful?

We got to my room. Mia gets her hand out that entangled with me. She was looking at my room full of the portrayal of her and me. Her clothes beside my big cabinet. Everything. I sat on the luxuriate long chair, she sat beside me. "Instantly, tell me everything, immediately," I spoke seriously. "Daddy, do you want to hear a tale? A tale of a Tired Villainess?" A tired antagonist? I slightly nodded. A tale of a The Tired Villainess. How is it related to my daughter? "Mia, you can tell me everything. I will punish those who hurt you. I can kill those fucking bastards just for you. So please, tell this father of yours those jerks who made you suffered." I fiercely indicated. Fuming onto anger. A pain they gave to my daughter. Wrath I'll give them back.