The Curse of the Imperial Flower

”Look! ”

A young astronomer pointed excitingly towards the sky. He wore a silver embroidered robe, He had fair features and was quite young indicating he was a newly employed eunuch who excelled in his studies.

The astronomers looked in the night sky, tonight seems auspicious ”Look! the Phoenix star is shining brightly ” they mumbled.

An empress was about to be born.

The imperial fortune-teller stared at the sky, Fair features, a prestigious elder and a man with vast knowledge, he stroked his goatee absentmindedly as he pondered.

A great empress was about to be born, this was good news to the empire. But he foresee mysteries and misfortunes along the way, something didn seem right. Unknown to him, history was about to rewrite itself.

The fate of the entire empire was about to began with a single untruth.

A shriek was heard followed by an infant cry. The emperor rushed to his wifes side. His handsome features were slightly distorted. His robes were stained with blood. He looked at his sweat drenched wife, his face was a pool of worry and relief.

The air in the chamber smelt of blood and sweat. He turned to the servant, earnestly waiting to see his child. The empress slowly sat up leaning on the headboard, hoping to hold her child

The midwives exchanged strange and astonished glances. Their reactions and facial expressions were ghaustly, the head midwife was hesitant before giving the child to his majesty.

The child was an exceptional beauty, beautiful features with white hair, the color of her eyes were golden. Her skin had the lightest shade of caramel, it was so smooth like a polished jade.

They received an initial moment of shock and disbelief which made them surprised and alarmed as well.

In a velvet yet baffled voice the emperor barked his order ”Call the imperial fortune-teller right away! ” ”Yes your majesty ” the guard rushed out.

She was dark skinned unlike her parents who had pale skin. The empress hugged her child closely. Colored or not this was her child, her own flesh and blood.

The imperial fortune-teller rushed through the way with hurried steps. Something was definitely wrong and what he was going to do was against fate. But he was threatened to do so. His life was on the line, his freedom was at stake.

Betting against all odds, he batched in unannounced. He stepped forward, trembling, one look at the child. He grew weak in the knees and fell. He uttered in complete disbelief

”Cursed! ”