The Bear's Curse
âFind Genevieve, now!â His voice boomed as every servant within the hundred-acre farm shivered with fear. They fled in every direction possible, fear roaming over their bodies as every single one tried to find Genevieve.
She was a pink bear, sparkly even. Yet, there was more to her than what meets the eye, oh so much more, and that was why finding her was so important. One step in the wrong direction and the small, fragile world of Klaus would be shattered into pieces for the rest of his life.
âYelling at them wonât get them there any faster.â Jesse sounded and Klaus turned around suddenly, pulling at the knife tucked under his belt. His heart was beating out of his chest as a bead of sweat formed along his forehead. Genevieve, oh he begged for her forgiveness. Where could have she gone to? What if someone took her?
âYelling at them will get a running start, give me a rum and coke, please, pronto even.â
âI will have that right out for you, sir.â Klaus nodded his head and took in a shallow breath, praying Genvive hadnât followed out towards the countryside. From there, any poor soul that would meet cross paths with her would, well, meet their untimely doom.
Klaus walked inside his mansion and started to search around himself. Yet, there was no sign of the bear. He cursed God himself, where had she gone? Every single nook and cranny was void of the bear, and he soon found himself right where he started. Where was she?
Klaus paced around as he saw the servants scrambling about, each one mumbling to another about how they were never going to find this bear. He figured some might call it stupid, but Genevive was no ordinary bear, and thatâs what made her dangerous, and more important to find.
He propped himself on the large, empty couch and sulked. His head was in his hands and they trembled ever so slight. Fear was etched on his deep brown irises, and his lip trembled with terror.
Before he knew it, Jesse had once again arrived with a rum and coke. This time, however, things seemed to be a tad bit off. How, well, it wasnât difficult to see.
Klaus let out a âtskâ as Jesse bowed his head and handed over the drink. Klaus took the drink and looked at it hesitantly before tossing it onto the ground. The glass shattered, and the sound echoed throughout the lone mansion.
âGenieve, what are you doing, my love?â Jesse looked upwards, and only then were Klausâs suspicions corrected. For Jesseâs eyes were a dim pink, each one shimmering with what seemed to be sparkles. His face was once dull, but it now shimmered with a bit of false life hood.
âHow did you figure out it was me?â Jesse responded, this time his voice no longer was masculine, rather it was light airy, that of a young woman's. Only then did a young maiden run through the mansion doors holding the bear.
One thing was different, however, the irises that were once bright pink were now a familiar, maple brown. The same color as Jesseâs.
Had fun writing this one. :))
