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There is no such thing as magic. By extension, no magical creature could be real either. Logically, I knew that. I kept thinking those very words, over and over. Yet, somewhere deep down in my mind, I hesitated.
This hesitation did however not turn into anything more. For some, it may have eventually become a will to act, or at least to find out the truth. But that was not me.
I spent my days reading. Working. Reading. Maybe writing a few words every now and then, but never all of it. Never everything that popped into my mind. After nearly a week of nothing out of the ordinary happening, I discarded the notion of a “curse” entirely.
For, you see, I had been cursed. If nothing else, I had certainly been told so. The curse supposedly required me to write, to at least note down a couple of words about every idea that entered my mind. Disbelief would not have seemed strange to most people in such a situation, especially considering how the “fairy” that told me this looked like nothing more than an ordinary girl.
All of this was merely what she had told me. I figured that it must have been a prank. But why, why would someone have gone out of their way to prank someone such as me? A regular nobody, who never did a thing worth mentioning.