Hexecutioner
The piped piper
They would travel from island to island, looking for cures, potions, and a rare white flower that only bloomed once every 10 years under the light of a full moon on the clefts of a waterfall. All to save his wife and child. The witch, Ciellia, was well aware of his reasons for what he did. But she had sworn to forge him into her unholy champion. No matter the cost. For he was raw power and untapped rage. He would lead her armies and conquer the known world.
One night they found the rare and elusive flower that they sought. The pedals were almost iridescent in the fragrance was light and sweet and hung on the air. The flower represented the end to her time with her love, her champion. It meant he would return home to his family and leave her behind. Her eyes clouded with anger, jealousy, and bitterness. If she couldn’t have her viking then no one would.
Just as the group returned home, Misfortune struck yet again. The moonflower wilted and died. The waters housed in it dried up and Wulf no longer had the key ingredients he needed to save his wife. Instead, unbeknown to him, the witch Ciellia had cursed this family to die. And when Wulf wouldn’t return her love she cursed him and shattered his soul so he would be forced to live with this grief for all eternity. Not only did the witch take his heart. But she took his memories. Leaving him a broken and cursed man. Boomed to wonder the world broken until the curse could be lifted. Never knowing why.
Modern Days
It was late as Wulf walked down the street towering over others. He stood well over 6 foot. If his height wasn’t enough to make him stand out then his white hair and eyes against his bronzed skin, kissed by the sun was. Most of the time Wulf wore glasses to cover their odd shade and lack of pupils. His hands were shoved into the deep worn pockets of his faded denim jeans with this head dipped down low. There was a subtle swagger to his step with an emphasis on the left leg. As if it was once injured. Wulf did everything he could to avoid contact with others as he trudged down the crowded sidewalk. Everyone was trying to get home before the sun set. Everyone except Wulf who seemed to be wondering aimlessly.
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