Prince Of Curse (Prince of Curse)

Episode 5: Not a Dream

"hahahhahaha.." The loud laughter of Dea exploded. He couldn't stand it anymore, with the crazy speech he just heard.

Prince? A curse? Really not sane.

"Look, are you a mental hospital patient? I don't care about your bullshit. Go before I call the police." Dea, sergeant, get back to her cell phone.

"Don't you remember a pregnant woman who was killed by dozens of arrows?"

Dea's body pecked, the whole feather back stood up. After the bow magic act, now the stranger can read his dream?

Dea just remembered, that what he experienced in a dream. It turned out to be a fragment of the story from the history of the extinction of the Narasinga Kingdom. Instead of taking his cell phone, Dea took the history book from the Prince.

His two hands quickly opened the table of contents, where each chapter contained the title he had dreamed of. Dea searched for a chapter entitled The Death of the Goddess Iswana. He read a summary of the story, in which the goddess Iswana died tragically, as in his dream.

"No.., no.."

Dea's not sure what's going on. He hardly ever studied the history. He was also not interested in the story. But why are all his dreams exactly what it says there.

"Prince Vardhaman was condemned for his cruelty, he would not die before the goddess Iswana was reborn. Later the bow used to kill the Goddess very cruelly, will be the intermediary for the death of the Prince." With a trembling voice Dea read the fragment of the story. He also read the features of the form of Prince Vardhaman.

His gaze was jet, his face implied so much hatred and regret. Desperate and without compassion. All of that will be on the Prince's face, until the end of his death.

Dea looked back at the mysterious man, everything mentioned in the book, was actually on the man's face.

As Dea was confused, the Prince cast his magic again to cast hundreds of arrows.

"You are the reincarnation of the Goddess Iswana... And in your hands my death is..." He said with an accent like bangwasan.

"no.no...." Seeing that Dea was even lying limp in place.

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"By the name of the God of the whole universe..! I curse you Prince! I curse you! It will not come to your death until my own son will kill you! God of the whole universe..! Hear that...! Don't let him live like a human being..! Don't give me his death until my son is born again...!"

Lightning strikes blaring as if following the oath of the Commander. The tears of grief that he shed became the turning point of the cursed Prince's life.

Witnessed by the members of the kingdom, witnessed by the people and victims of cruelty. Prince Vardhaman abdicated his crown before the King. He no longer deserves to be called the crown prince. He was driven out of the palace, and the people who had been victims of his cruelty were thrown stones as He walked out of the palace courtyard.

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Dea woke up from her deep sleep. Unlike usual, even though his sweat was pouring out, this time Dea woke up very calmly. No panic, no hesitation.

His gaze circulated around, found his body lying on the bed. "It turns out it was just a dream. ch, what prince..." Dea squirmed with a faint smile. He was calm because it turned out that the figure that came out of the painting was also just a dream.

"aaaghhh.. My body hurts all." The girl wriggled to the left, and immediately stepped in shock when she saw the black-robed figure standing upright on the side of the bed.

"Aren't we already acquainted? I, Prince Vardhaman Dipta Tarangga Rakyan Shankara Gautama. Have you forgotten, young man?" The prince kept both his hands behind his waist. Then paced back and forth on the edge of the bed.

"You fell asleep for a long time..."

"Prince... curse..?" Dea bit the tip of her fingernails, while sitting curled up. Didn't think it was real. It turns out it wasn't a dream.

Suddenly the Prince knelt on the floor, and bowed his head before Dea. "Please forgive my past mistakes. I know my actions are not worth forgiving. But I can't stand being in this world anymore. Please end my life right now..."

The prince offered his bow to Dea. To wander for hundreds of years as an uncertain being is a great suffering. He is not a human being, but also not an astral being. He lived for almost 400 years as a person who underwent a curse.

Dea gaped at the look of the behavior. He even slapped his cheek to find out that this wasn't a dream. "ahh, it hurts.." she groaned later.

"You're ignoring me...?" The prince stared intently at Dea.

The confused girl became terrified. If it is true what is said, that he is reincarnated Goddess Iswana, it means that the mysterious man before him is the Prince of Psychopaths? A prince who could kill anyone without mercy. Doesn't that mean his life is in danger now?

"d.listen.. If you want to die, then just die. Jumping from the top of the building, or standing in the middle of the Railroad will help. Don't involve me in being a murderer."

"You think I've never tried it? I tried many different ways, but my body couldn't touch anything like it was transparent."

"But now you're in sight." added Dea quickly. Although still in disbelief, he began to believe that reincarnation and witchcraft really exist.

"Yes too..." The prince then stood up, then took one arrow and thrust it right into the heart.

Dea turned her face away from the pain. But what happened was beyond reason. Although the arrow stuck deep enough, not even a drop of blood came out. The prince was still standing upright without feeling anything.

"See..? Even now my death remains in your hands. Quickly kill me, and I will no longer wander around you."

"Can you wait..?" pinta Dea. Not a single moment was he interested, that he would become a murderer.

"Until when? It has been more than three hundred years that I have been waiting for your birth. When will I have to wait?" the Prince's face looked angry. Desperation makes him unable to wait for an item for a second.

"Until I'm ready. Do you think it makes sense to just accept this? I still have to digest, how can I be a reincarnation of the Goddess Iswana. Then you asked me to kill you? Please.I'm just a 6th semester college kid who's even still confused by the shape of a round or flat earth. I even doubted the theory of gravity and the existence of other galaxies, and you told me to believe in this mythological tale just like that?" Dea flocked the Prince with a crisp sound and his speed of speech that exceeded the running speed of a cheetah. Contrary to the Prince, whose speech was loud like reading a poem.

The prince realized, that the human he met now is a human whose portion of life and the progress of the era is far different. Indeed, it seemed like he had to wait, he did not want to cause the reincarnated girl to become depressed and even harm her later.

"All right.., I'll wait. I'll go back to where I came from, so as not to bother you. Whenever you're ready, just wipe the painting."

The prince fused his hands together like an alingdarma warrior to disappear. But what happened was beyond hope.

"What's this...?" He tried again to gather his strength, but still he could not disappear.

"No... No...!" The prince stared at the ceiling. Now the time has come, he will no longer be able to return to the painting. Because Dea saw it.

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