This was the first of the Misfortunate Happenings that I wrote. It seems with the others, I was a hit and miss. I think with this one I missed. Just so you know, the queen was supposed to be cursed, so that the sun was darkened while she was alive. She hated herself for this. Tell me what you think.
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As the crowd of people congregated together, a smooth, bone rattling voice broke through the noise of the people and from it, came a hush of silence.
The Queen stood tall on the balcony of the palace, and proclaimed to the people in her powerful voice, “Hear now, one and all! To you I bare my news. For the many years of your pain and suffering, I bring an end to it now. As I have no child to be the heir of my throne, or any living relatives that were not lost in the time of the plague, I say this to you all. Age has brought its force on me, and the curse has let darkness fall upon the land. The one who shall bring the end to my life shall bare the responsibility of the kingdom on their back and be the next to sit in my throne. The one who makes the light of sun break through the clouds of eternal darkness shall be the new King or Queen of Anastasia.”
From that day forth, all men and women who saw the Queen, attempted to murder her, to rid the cling of mist and clouds that hung in the sky of eternal darkness and to gain the throne to the kingdom.
Many attempts on her Majesty’s life were made. There was poisoned fruit placed in her meals. Some archers took shots from the opposite side of the palace. Some set traps in the castle, but were caught in them themselves. Some were even bold enough to attempt stabbing her, but all attempts failed.
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It was many years later, all hope of killing the Queen had been extinguished. By this point in time, she was frail and weak. She was now of the age of ninety-four, but no matter how hard people tried, the curse on her life would not lift.
It was a calm and warm autumn day, but it was shadowed by the lack of sun. Some children were playing in the palace gardens, with a pig bladder ball, throwing it to each other as they laughed joyously.
Throwing it high in the sky was much fun for these young children. As a boy threw it up, it hit a thick branch of an apple tree. It rustled with the shake of the leaves and the children had found new fun. They took it as a game, one by one, and made the leaves rustle.
As one boy threw the ball, it went too high and hit the branch from the top. A hard bang to the branch came from the ball. An apple fell from further along the branch that hung over the Queen’s balcony, striking hard upon her fragile head. There came a loud thud.
As she took her final breath, the Queen fell over the side of the balcony. The clouds parted and the sun rose above the horizon for the first time in seventy-three years. With this, a new King was born. A little boy who knew nothing of what had happened.

