The air of Ilèa was chilled as all in the kingdom was silent. All but one part. In the castle where the royals lived was an enchantress. She was being dragged out of the castle by the guards. "Burn you witch!" The King spat as he tied her to a stake. "You'll pay for this!" The enchantress screamed as the wind began to swirl around her. The King grew closer a torch in his hands, illuminating his face. The enchantress scream and struggled against the bonding. Her eyes grew green as she began to chant a wicked curse that would affect the kingdom forever. The King froze and dropped the torch clutching his chest in pain. The enchantress broke free from her bonds and pushed him towards the ground. "You called me a freak because of my powers" she hissed. "Now, youll be a freak too" she smirked as the king clutched his chest. "A stone heart fits you well" she grinned before turning to those who had watched. "From this day fourth, your entire country is cursed!" She bellowed allowing a dark fog to spread across the land. "Now you'll all be freaks" she spat dissapearing into the night as the fog swallowed them whole.