Author Note

The Cursed Ones: Veriken Chronicles is built on truths—historical, emotional, and embodied.

While rooted in Fantasy and Mythology, the story is all too grounded in my trauma-laden, AuDHD reality.

These pages carry the weight of what was done to me, what I endured, and what I still carry.

This story is a fictional representation—but the trauma is all too real.

The characters aren’t just fantasy, they may have claws, wings, or glyfts carved into their skin—but their grief, rage, shutdowns, and longing for safety?

That’s mine.

And Wynde? That was how I made sense of pain that had no language.

How I gave voice to the silence, shape to the fear, and power to the parts of me that were never meant to survive.

What began as a therapeutic exercise—a way to let go of the past and reclaim my present.

Along the way, it became something more—an anthem, a rallying cry for those who experience the world like me.

I wrote this for every abused kid who was told to sit down, shut up, don’t tell.

Don’t say anything. Be grateful. Smile through fear and violence.

For every neurodivergent soul who thought they learned to mask so well they forgot their own face—each is wholly you, just a different situational identity.

For every survivor still searching for home—in a body that hurts, with a name that doesn’t fit, longing for the quiet that never comes.

This is silence cracking open—the way my skin, blood, and bone did years ago.

This is not a tidy healing story. There is no redemption arc for abusers.

This is taking a breath when all you want to do is to hold it.

This is hoping you don’t—but choosing to stay—to live.

If you find yourself in these pages, you are not alone.

Welcome to my story—it was always yours, too.

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