This wasn't originally my idea. It was someone else's and they asked me to write it. This is based off of the 2012 Tim Burton film adaption and the 1991 revival series. Enjoy and please leave positive reviews.

Tragedy. If there was one word that could describe Gray Fullbuster and his family perfectly it would have to be tragedy. For those of you unfamiliar with the word it means an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress and that was pretty much what the Fullbuster family was known for suffering one tragic event after another and most of it was because of a dreadful curse. But I am getting far ahead of myself. Let us go back to the first tragedy this family suffered. Strangely enough the first one wasn't invoked by the infamous curse. No this one happened due to natural causes.

It occurred in the year of 1778. Silver Fullbuster the patriarch of the family was a very wealthy man who owned a very successful shipping and merchant business. He lived in a very impressive manor house that was greatly designed and well built. The railings were hand carved from truss and cherry wood while the floors were made from the finest cut marble. The masonry, fireplaces, and the steps were created by the finest Italian craftsmen. The wainscotting was fashioned from the richest Baltic woods and the windows were purchased from the grandest baronial estates of Europe. It was truly a master piece. In this house he lived happily with his wife Mika who at the time was expecting their third child and their two sons Gray and Lyon.

Lyon his first born was fourteen at the time while Gray his second born was only eleven. They were both well behaved boys who adored their parents and were very excited about their new brother or sister. On the night this happened young Gray was dancing in the ballroom with his beloved yet heavily pregnant mother. The two of them were laughing and smiling the whole time while dancing to the piano music being played by Lyon.

"You dance wonderfully Mother." Gray said.

"Same to you my dear one." His mother giggled. She hugged him tightly and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Oh my darling Gray you're going to be such a handsome man when you grow up just like your father."

"You think so?"

"I know so." She turned her gaze toward her oldest son. "Lyon my precious won't you come and dance with me?"

"No thank you Mother." He said.

"Why ever not?"

"Because if I dance with you then that means Gray would have to play the piano and he's terribly tone deaf." He joked.

"I am not!" His brother argued.

At the sound of laughter, Silver walked into the room to smile at his loving family but then started to look worried when he saw how active his wife was being.

"Mika you mustn't overexert yourself." He told her. "It's not good for you or the baby."

"Oh do lighten up Silver I'm perfectly healthy." Mika said. "In fact I danced with you for hours when I was carrying Gray and Lyon and nothing happened."

"In my opinion that's just luck and luck runs out."

"You worry too much my love." She kissed his mouth. "I think I'll go fix myself a nice cup of tea."

"I'll have the staff prepare it for you."

"Nonsense I shall do it myself. I'm pregnant not crippled."

She then made her way into the kitchen.

"Boys your mother is one of kind. Good luck trying to find a woman as remarkable as her. " Silver chuckled to his sons. "Now then that's enough excitement for one night. Why don't the two of you get ready for bed?"

"Yes Father." The boys replied obediently.

The boys were just about to leave the room and retire to their bed chambers when they heard the sound of glass breaking coming from the kitchen. They along with their father rushed into the kitchen the find their mother collapsed on the floor.

"Mika what's wrong?" Silver asked her with deep concern.

"The baby!" She gasped. "It's coming!"

Right away Silver carried Mika to their bedroom while Lyon sent for the doctor. For so many hours she suffered a long and painful labor, screaming and crying in pain. Poor Gray could only sit outside his parent's sleeping chambers room waiting in agony along with his brother.

"I'm sure she'll be fine." Lyon said with assurance. "After all Dr. Sequen is the finest medical practitioner in town."

"Why is it taking so long?" Gray asked.

"Babies aren't born in just five minutes. Sometimes it can take hours even days."

"I just want Mother and the baby to be okay."

At long last Dr. Sequen stepped out of the room looking very sympathetic and compassionate. That was never a good sign.

"Well..." Gray said.

"You have a sister." He said.

"Is she okay?"

"She's perfectly healthy."

"And our Mother? How is she?" Lyon asked.

"I'm so very sorry boys." He said gently. "I did all he could but...I'm so sorry."

"No..." Gray trailed off upon realizing what the doctor was implying. "No!"

He ran into the room with Lyon following and their mother lying lifeless in bed with their father weeping by her side. The nurse who had assisted the doctor stood across from the bed also looking sympathetic and compassionate. In her arms was a bundle of blankets that held a newborn child but at the moment neither one of them could pay attention to the infant. Both Lyon and Gray collapsed at Mika's bedside, crying out in anguish over their mother's death. All through the hours of the night they wept and pleaded for God to return her to life but they could not answer that prayer.

When morning came the staff made the funeral preparations. Silver wanted time to himself to grieve privately and the boys just comforted each other.

"Gray, Lyon." One of the maids said to them. "Would one of you like to hold your sister?"

Gray nodded. The maid picked up the familiar bundle from the cradle and placed it in the boy's arms. Gray pulled back the blanket to see the face of a healthy baby girl and in that moment it was love at first sight.

"What's her name?" Gray asked.

"Your mother wanted her to be called Wendy."

"Wendy." He said with a tearful smile. "Little Wendy."

With his mother gone and his father being a very busy man there would be no one to take care of Wendy. No, no he would take care of her. He would be devoted to her and love her more than any big brother had ever loved a little sister.

"I'll always take care of you Wendy." He vowed to the baby. "I promise."

That sad night was the family's first tragedy and I would give anything to say that it was their first tragedy but it wasn't. There would be plenty more to come. However unlike this one, the later tragedies that were to come would be caused by forces unnatural and unimaginably evil.

They encountered this evil just a few days after the funeral of Mika Fullbuster when Gray attempted to ride a horse but he was thrown off and fell into a rapid river. He would have surely drowned had he not been saved by a mysterious woman called Ur Milkovich. Silver was very grateful to the woman for saving his son and promised her anything she wanted as a reward. Ur only requested that Silver give her and her daughter work for they were very poor and trying so very hard to make ends meat. Silver made Ur the governess of his children and her daughter Ultear worked as a maid servant. Ur was a very good governess, she looked after the children and cared for them as they were own. And the children were fond of her as well. They loved her as much as they loved their father and mother.

However many people of the town did not approve of Silver's decision to hire Ur. She was considered an odd woman who mostly kept to herself and her daughter. She also practiced strange behaviors like going out at night and collecting plants. Rumors said she was a witch but Silver only laughed them off as meaningless gossip. Little did he realize that Ur was indeed a witch but not a bad one. She was a good witch who used her talents to help others whenever she could. In fact she had used her magic to save Gray from downing that day and she was grateful to Silver for giving her and her daughter work that she would often use her gifts to benefit the family in someway. Like making sure their ships and goods arrived on time with no trouble at sea or that their horses always remain gentle and calm so they never throw off their riders.

Ultear, Ur's own daughter was a different story. Like her mother she knew the art of witchcraft well but she used her abilities for more selfish reasons. She couldn't help but feel envious of the family's wealth and high stature and being a witch, a more powerful being made her feel that she and her mother were entitled to be better than just servants.

"Why should we serve them?" She complained to Ur one day when they were alone. "We are more powerful than they are. We could easily make ourselves endlessly wealthy and have them serve us."

"Ultear we don't speak that way." Ur scolded. "These people have given us a home. They've welcomed us into their house hold, treated us as family, they have not shunned us like the others. We owe them so much."

"I refuse to live my life as a maid servant mother! I want to be something more!"

"You will be something more but not by using our family talent for your own selfish reasons. For hundreds of years our ancestors used witchcraft for selfishness and cruelty and all it led to was them getting burned or hanged! We shall learn from their mistakes, we shall be pious and good. Now I shall hear no more talk like that from you young lady. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mother."

But as years went by her jealousy and superiority seemed to only grow and that wasn't the only thing that developed over time. As Gray matured into a handsome young man, Ultear found herself becoming increasingly attracted to him so much to the point of obsession and that obsession is what would lead the family to further tragedy.