My name is Cole Kinsley.
In the year of 1879, I was your average teenage boy and hormones dictated most of my days. I was a farmhand on a large estate in Connecticut and found myself romantically involved with the estate owner’s eldest daughter Grace. That was my first mistake.
My second mistake was underestimating her influence in the dark arts. My third and most detrimental had been not noticing her sister Allison first. My time and focus had been monopolized by Grace to the point that I didn’t see that my soul mate had been there all along. Allison. The One.
If only I had realized the effect my actions had on others, maybe The Curse of the Crescent Moon might not have fallen on our shoulders. Grace found me in the arms of her sister after letting her down as easily as possible at which point she conjured the power of the dark arts. Due to my carelessness, The Curse of the Crescent Moon was born.
This curse stated we couldn't be together until the end of the lunar cycle, but I wouldn't fall prey to her silly games and Allison wasn't going to be brought into Grace's ploy. To fight off the curse, I thought I could keep myself occupied with ‘the gifts’ that Grace ‘bestowed’ upon me to give the game a little more thrill.
I thought I had defeated Grace at her own game.
Until Allison found me………
In the year of 1879, I was your average teenage boy and hormones dictated most of my days. I was a farmhand on a large estate in Connecticut and found myself romantically involved with the estate owner’s eldest daughter Grace. That was my first mistake.
My second mistake was underestimating her influence in the dark arts. My third and most detrimental had been not noticing her sister Allison first. My time and focus had been monopolized by Grace to the point that I didn’t see that my soul mate had been there all along. Allison. The One.
If only I had realized the effect my actions had on others, maybe The Curse of the Crescent Moon might not have fallen on our shoulders. Grace found me in the arms of her sister after letting her down as easily as possible at which point she conjured the power of the dark arts. Due to my carelessness, The Curse of the Crescent Moon was born.
This curse stated we couldn't be together until the end of the lunar cycle, but I wouldn't fall prey to her silly games and Allison wasn't going to be brought into Grace's ploy. To fight off the curse, I thought I could keep myself occupied with ‘the gifts’ that Grace ‘bestowed’ upon me to give the game a little more thrill.
I thought I had defeated Grace at her own game.
Until Allison found me………