A/N: I'm finally getting off my butt to work on this. This story is going to explain how the curse got here in the first place, and how the Riders were formed. Once again, I will be using Dusk. My characters are put in various situations, but do not recall the places they have been, so I can use them rather than create OCs for everything I'm a fan of, and I can build my characters' personalities more. Sorry this chapter is so short. Anyway, on with the show!

The cloaked figure slowly, almost gracefully, took her seat in front of Captain Star's desk. The human shifted nervously. The figure's pale skin made her look like a corpse, and the cloak didn't help matters. He knew what she was. She was one of the most powerful mortal races known to man, a were-cat. Her cold and soul-piercing gaze made him shudder. He wasn't sure what to make of her. Were-cats hardly venture from their homeland in the Bermuda Triangle, but when they do, it usually means something is amidst. The were-cat met his gaze, and, from what he could see of her pale face, hinted a frown.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" the were-cat's voice was smooth and velvety. She had the voice of a deadly siren of ancient legends. Captain Star swallowed nervously. This could anger her. He was gambling with death now.

"A-as far as your resume goes..." Captain Star braced himself. "I'm afraid I cannot hire you, not to mention I really can't hire a woman at the moment." his heart skipped a beat when he saw her expression turn sour.

Dusk was furious. How dare he refuse to hire such a powerful were-cat as she? Her blood turned cold, and her black cat ears folded back against her skull. There were so many ways to torture, and kill him. All it would take was a simple glance, or gesture. The whole office was full of electronic appliances, and outlets, but... that would be too much. If she was to make him crack, then she ought to put the pressure on him.

"I see..." Dusk stood up, feeling her palms grow hot. Her eyes were cold as ice, but fury glowed in them like the flames of Hell. The human sank into his seat as she glared at him. She smiled. That was how it should have been. He knew what she was, and was aware of her immense power.

"A curse on your fleet! May it spread, so everyone shall suffer for your foolish mistake!" Dusk snapped her fingers, and stormed out of the building.

Big Mac felt as if the energy in the air had changed dramatically. It felt... dark, as if something was wrong, but there was something else too. He just couldn't find the right word to describe it. He noticed a dark figure storm out of Captain Star's office, and in the direction of the Zero Marine Corporation. It was strange. There was something off about this stranger. Whatever it was, he didn't like it.

Dusk didn't have much luck with the other human either. Enraged, she cast the very same curse she had cast onto the previous one. There was just one last thing to do, head back home, and watch the show.

Captain Star wasn't sure what to think of this. Were-cat were capable of casting spells, and curses would be no exception. What if she really did cast cast a curse? This was just a petty matter, so why would she bother with using energy to cast a curse? Of course, a curse is just nonsense... isn't it?

A/N: The first chapter is finally out of the way! Dusk was rather offended by Captain Star deciding not to hire her because of her gender. Fantanzia was ahead of man-kind in, somewhat, gender equality. Dusk just wasted her time traveling all the way from Fantanzia in the Bermuda Triangle to Bigg City Port. The voyage probably took several months, unless she cast a spell for a portal, and got there that way. The second chapter is already in the works, so I'll try to have it up as soon as I can. Until next time, see ya later!