"The cursed palace: Isla's final revenge"

Long ago, on a hill where the mist seemed never to be seen, there was a former royal palace that had once collapsed and forgotten. Villagers around the palace only spoke of it in steaming tones, warning each other not to venture nearby. Because it was cursed by the problematic spirit of the woman who was wrong.

Her name was Isla, and she was the daughter of the palace priest. Nice, clever and talented, Isla was as old as Princess Ella, the king's daughter. But unlike Ellara, Isla had a gift for music, poetry and learning. Seeing Islas' beauty and talent, the king was fascinated by her and praised her for having to reserve her daughter. Je grew into the centre of Ella, and fear grew into the king.

Therefore, she did not die silently. no. Her spirit was twisted with rage, and she vowed to all of the palace to vengeance to the king of Ella.

Now, 200 years later, Elias, the king's grandson, was listening to the story. He didn't believe them. The fear of the villagers was pointless. The idea of ​​a spirit pursuing the legacy of his family - he thought it was just an old story. However, his curiosity defeated him, and on a dark, moonless night he headed to the palace.

Elias passed through the dilapidated halls of the palace, his heart hitting his chest. He decided to find the truth about the spirit who was searching for his family's legacy. His footprints echoed silently as he ventured deep into the palace.

Suddenly, a cold wind was blown away into the hallway. The air collapsed, cold but raw on my spine. He arrived at the magnificent room, the heart of the palace, and the temperatures dropped even further.

There was a figure in the middle of the room - a woman covered in tattered, flowing white. Her face was pale, her eyes glowing from the unnatural light.

ISLA.

Elias froze, his breath caught on his neck.

Isla (Your voice is soft but full of bitterness): "You must be the king's grandson."

Elias (shaking, but trying to hear with courage): "I am. Who are you... who are you?"

Isla (her degradation): "I am I, I am I, the daughter of the palace priest. I was once as young as her cousin Ella. And I was full of promises. "

Elias (looking at him in disbelief): "You... are you the palace spirit? But... why did you laugh at us? What's wrong?"

Isla (laughter, walks up to him): "What happened? Oh, tell me what happened. Your ancestor, the king, has seen my beauty, my talent. He is afraid. So he met the choice. 「

Elias (confused, his voice trembling): "He... Did he killed you?"

Isla (her voice becomes cold, her eyes lightly glow): "he didn't just kill me. He closed me. I am nothing, so a simple servant, a daughter of his own flesh and blood. "(She moves forward, and Elias feels like a cold wave above him)" Why should he do that? "

Isla (now full of rage): "Because he was afraid of me. Because he was afraid of what I could do. But I will not die quietly. Ah, no... I cursed him. And his family. I vowed that none of you would know peace again. "

Elias (his voice trembles): "No, it cannot... you cannot be serious. I did nothing wrong!"

ISLA (laughing darkly, your shape flickers with ghostly energy): "You are the last of the blood lineage. You are the one who pays for the sins of your ancestors." He! You carry his blood, and you are just as guilty as he is. "

The room began to tremble, Elias stumbled, raw in his mind. Two hundred years have passed, and she saw how her family die one after the other, but now... they are turning." (She lifted her hands, and the walls of the room seemed to bleed and drip out of the red crack.) I asked! (Your cold, ghostly fingers touched your chest.) "The truth is: we cannot forget the cruelty of your family. The bloodline will end tonight."

Elias was snatched by the air. The walls seemed to have closed him, and the sound of Isla's voice filled the room like a scream from the depths of hell.

Isla (whispering fiercely in his ear): “Your family’s sins will never be erased. You are the last to carry their name... and you will die the same way. The bloodline dies with you.”

The air around him was thick and choking. Elias tried to scream, but his voice was silent by the overwhelming power of Isla's curse. The existence of the mind consumed him and owned him with the weight of the sin of his ancestors. His body got colder, and his views docked.

Islas laughed one last time.

Therefore, the palace was silent again. The king's lineage is over. No one has ever seen Elias. The villagers also whispered from Spookpalast from the Islas Revenge, the king's cursed heritage.

The empty palace now stood in eternal darkness, merely repeating the memory of Isla's vengeful spirit.