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Queen the Black Huskers

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I lost my horns, oh I lost my horns can you tell me sir have you seen them? I guess when the myths say wait with caution they really do seem to mean them, but i failed to heed the tall tales tell and let my heart run wild, now it came back all ripped and torn but left my horns behind them. So one more time I ask kind sir have you even seen them? And if you find the lad who tore my heart apart I'd love it if you beat him.

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"My horns! Oh god my horns!" wailed the young lady kneeling down on the floor, hands frantically patting the hair on her head as she looked into the mirror. "I lost my horns, oh I lost my horns." by now her fingernails were clawing through the ebony hair pulling different strands from her braids and looking for a sign, any at all, that she might have been mistaken about the loss of such a precious object. Finally defeated she rose with a sigh looking at the mess she had made of herself in the mirror. What good was she without horns?

None at all.

She was a disgrace; a girl meant to lower her head in shame in front of the people from the sea bank. Knowing this Alessi couldn't help but feel ashamed. She wasn't good enough, hadn't heeded the well told warning of many generations before her own. How was she supposed to show herself in front of her parents when she returned home for dinner at the week's end? There was dismay in her soul to know that she couldn't, her soul wouldn't bear the burden of carrying the look of her parents upon it. Not unless she could somehow fix things that was. Just a little spell or two and maybe an itty bitty pinch of complete mayhem would patch things right up. Then she could go home to her family with a secret story to tell the sea and leave behind her.

There was no doubt in her mind that the cauldron nestled into the living room was the best place to begin fixing up the mess she had made. So the small girl yanked up her pointed boots and tied her shirt taunt to her belly with a great big bow before walking out of the room, only slightly less of a mess than she had been before.

The cauldron itself looked nothing like the bowls of witchery brew that seemed so common on porch steps for the Morostide holidays. It held the shape of a square with rounded off edges so it wouldn't hurt quite as much to run into - Alessi found herself running into things quite often - the lip of the bowl curling outward in metal lace like an extensively decorated fishhook. It was a a blueish green in tint and it's appearance was something of a depression glass, turning into an empty antique plant holder when she needed to keep up appearances for one odd reason or another.

Beside the cauldron was an old fashioned well pump hooked directly up to her houses water supply. The young girl walked up to it and began pumping. Up, down, up, down, water spewing from the pump and landing into the vase like cauldron. Alessi smiled as she began to warm it up, the bubbling water easing her mental ails.

Then once the cauldron was ready for her use she dragged herself to the bookshelf and pulled up her old binded book of sea witches, flipping through it to find something, anything, that could fix her current dilemma.

All day the young girl worked spell after spell, remedy after remedy yet nothing seemed to work. Nothing at all.

At the end of the day she fell down onto the couch with a loud sigh, void of hope and slipping back into the despair that the little sea witch would never retrieve her horns again.

She would never see her horns again.

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The sun shined bright at noontide and in the bustling city it was no doubt that one could see a short girl, not quite half past five feet skipping in delight as she weaved through crowds of people and almost got run over by the cars driving by. Normally there was more of a bounce in her step, laughter filled the air in her wake, but today young Alessi was a little more sober than weeks before. She would still pass things of interest and wiggle her index digit in such a way that the streetlights would flicked from red to green in out of control repetition or that signs would fall from their spot but today it didn't bring her much delight at all.

She still wasn't sure what to do about the horns missing a top her head and time to fix it was running liquid thin. He had stolen her horns and she wasn't sure how to get them back but at least today held a glimmer more hope than days before. As she stopped in front of a rather old looking building and pried open the door she was sure that there was still a chance of fixing things. A slim one but still one at that.

As she walked into the building an older lady made her way through the store and smiled at her a tooth thin smile, "Well hello dearie. Can I h-"

"Oh dear Triton yes you can!" she bounced up bounding over to the woman and clutching her hands, "My horns! I've lost them, all gone gone gone and I don't know what to do! Where do I begin? Can I get them back? Please please ple-ease tell me I can get back my precious horns!" Alessi rambled on with a tremor in her lip and a fidget in her step.

"Ah so your horns are gone? I'm sure we can find a solution to that." the old woman said releasing herself from the girl's grip and walking to the back of the shop where she pulled out a few books and started flipping through them, starting by reading the lore of how one could lose their horns.

[It had happened before the medieval times when the humans had caused such a riot about the sea witches that they decided to relocate to an island of their own sprawled out across the prime meridian. Happily they had lived up until the nineteen twenties when a woman fed up with her life immigrated back to the America's and fell in love. Failing to listen to the warnings of the evils that humans were wretched beings and not to be associated she went so far as to fall in love with a young lad who broke her heart and tore off her horns to sell in the black market. Finally she moved back in with the sea witches and lived on her life, passing her hornless genes onto the next generations. By now legend has it that the cracking of a heart by a human's hands is enough to make a sea witch lose their horns without them being physically taken from their head.] - pet to come on this story soon.

It was an interesting tale, to the old woman at least, but to Alessi it had always just been a bore. "So you gave your hear to a human?" the woman asked finally. After a long moment Alessi nodded and the room lapsed into silence once again. "Well the answer is quite clear, dearie. You just need to do a reversal of the curse bestowed upon yourself. You'll need a hair from the head of the man who broke your heart, and then you'll need a hair from the head of the next lover who's heart you break."

who's heart you break.