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Prologue

The rose seemed to mock him. Every day it wilted more and more. He didn't want to believe in the spell, which seemed more like a curse, but there was a terrible sense of foreboding that fell over him whenever his eyes beheld the rose that floated above the table at the corner of his bedroom. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to throw the thing out. It drew him like a moth was drawn to light.

Instead, he tried to look elsewhere. Anywhere. But it was usually no use. He had to do something about this curse.... and fast too. He had only a few months left before, if it was true, the spell would truly activate it's deadly power.

"Show me Bonnie." He ordered the mirror which had been a gift from long ago. It showed him the girl eating with what appeared to be a small group of friends. She was laughing. She was beautiful. She had Power.

Part 1