They gypsy curse
 

It was the new winter solsest and it was a new year for the gypsy's to return. They threw a festival every three years,it was to be the celebration of the goddess of laughter. "Come and see the tricks we have." Aishe said as she danced about the movie wagon. She was still young, at the age of sixteen she had seen more then most people, for her clan not only put on the festival they also believed in the dark arts. Aishe had a been cursed with drawing people in, but never able to fall in love. She looked to the crowed streets, they where now so much different from when she was a kid, they seemed small now, where as before they seemed so much bigger. A small child came running to the many charts carting the gypsy's. She looked to him. "Follow us to see what it is we hide in our tents." she said with a smile. The boy ran back to his mother, can we go?" he asked his mother. By the time they ended in the square of the town, they had many follower. She looked about the crowd. Aisha smiled "You have come to see the wonders of the Gypsy clan." she said as she snapped her fingers and the Tents of the gypsy came up and everything and everyone was in awe of the clan.

Little did the people know, that this gypsy clan was cursed, beyond the normal. The clan leader made a deal with the devil, he made this deal saying he would give all the children, as long as they put on a good show. The devil agreed, and now as long as they have a good show the gypsy are safe. Each child has a different curse, for Aisha it it is that she will never really find love. She was told of her curse when she was a child. She grew up believing it, but now she wondered if it was real.

A series of clicks and whistles sounded on the hill overlooking the gypsy's forest. It was a rather subdued sound, but the terrain picked it up well in echo. If one followed the sound, it would lead to the form of a man, hunched over a small device, swearing quietly in a foreign language and occasionally consulting charts and looking up at the night sky to check the stars as well.

It had been three weeks since this man had become stranded in the world. He had traveled here for pleasure but three weeks was the limit he was allowed to remain anywhere without checking back in with his family back home. Now, his teleportation device was broken. He was not, exactly, sure what had happened but he knew it had something to do with the temporal shift when he arrived, combined by the natural physical forces this land ha to offer.

Now, he scrambled to get his bearings, having become lazy in his joyriding an leaning on his people's technology to do the work itself he was a bit rusty in calculating star charts. What's more, he had added in a dimensional shift for a splash of interest for this trip.

So, even if he found a way to transport somewhere, he had no guarantees he would ever get back home.

"Chert vozʹmi ! Chert, chert !" He yelled, standing his lithe frame tall and kicking at the dirt. His incredibly long hair swished about while he shook his head in disbelief. Never in his 10 years of world travel did he come across such an incident, though he had been warned at the possibilities. There had been stories of ancestors lost forever, the cruel misfortunes fell upon them through destiny and a severe lack of knowledge.

But Afanassii knew better. The Sekassiret founding mothers had fleshed out the protocol for shifting decades before he was born. He put himself down severely in his mind, having traveled to a new spot away from his acquaintences to focus on calibrating his positioning system.

No luck. Was he going to be trapped here forever? One thing was certain, if he did not make it home soon his grandmother would end his ability to travel... and that was the very least of the punishments he had to look forward to.

He sobbed quietly, falling down to his knees and gathering the parts to his device. His form was draped in long red locks, though his face was framed with white bangs. It was an Abez'iana trait to have part of their pale skin lacking in all pigment, the albinism causing pure white hair in the area of effect as well. In Afanassii the condition was limited to the area right above his forehead.

For now, he must resign himself to a few more nights of research and work. He was still new here and some of the locals were untrusting. If he stayed up to work at night, he would not suffer prying eyes as he would during the day as he would have to keep under shade.


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Aisha looked to the people and let them in to the town of the gypsy, the town with in a town. She looked to the small children and softly smiled. "Don't be afraid, for nothing you see can really hurt you." she said softly as she gently touched the young childs face. She then walked into her tent. She felt as though she we never be whole. Aisha unlike most of the children knew her curse. She knew that she would live forever, and never would be able to find love. She looked out the small whole of her tent and looked to the sky. "I hope its not true." she said softly to herself. She looked to the mirror "what is beutie if you can use it." she said softly as she began to brush her hair. It was the first night of the festivle and what a night it was going to be.

A young girl not much younger then Aisha walked into her tent. "Father says to meet him when your done getting ready." she said softly as she walked towards her sister, "Aisha why are you so sad." he said softly as she took the brush from her sisters hand and began to brush the dark long hair. "Oh sister have they told you what you are cursed with?" she asked looking to her younger sister. Lilly looked to Aisha. "They have, have they not told you?" she asked as she continue to brush her sisters hair. "They have." she said softly. "I am never to find love." she said softly. Lilly stopped for a moment. "I'm sorry." she said softly then continued to brush. "My is not as harsh. I am to die on my twenty fifth birthday." she said softly. Aisha looked to her sister her eyes filled with tears. "What?" she said softly. Aisha left out the part of mortality. She knew that some of the kids where cursed with early deaths, but why her sister. Out of the hundreds of young people why her sister. Aisha put her arms around her sisters neck. "I can't go one with out you." she said softly as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her sister softly smiled. "Dear sister its many years away I'm only fifteen." she said with a smile. Aisha shook her head. "No its not fair." she said. Her sister shushed her "come on lets finish getting ready." she said softly as she continued to brushed the long hair. "Get your make up on, while I do you hair." she said softly. Aisha did as she asked and put on the ruby red lip stick, she used the dark eye make up to make her blue eyes pop. Her sister breaded the sides of her hair, and let it flow. "You look amazing." she said softly. "now go, father will be mad if we don't hurry." she said softly.

Aisha looked to her sister and gently kissed the top of her head. "I'm off." she said with a smile. She walked out of her tenet and down to the middle tent. It was the largest of the tents. She walked into the back of the tent where her father was staying. "Father I am here." she said softly. Her father turned around and softly smiled at her. "Aisha." he said softly as he stood to his feet. "My darling daughter." he said as he softly kissed her left cheek. "Your are going to be taking the lead tonight." he said softly.