Post by Gabriel Wolfe on Feb 5, 2006 21:48:02 GMT
Life is never easy, His mother raped to create him, and raised ignorant of his true heritage, it can be as they say Bliss in ignorance.
That is until his 16th birthday, the dreams started then, horrible nightmares and dreams of power and lust, more than enough to shake his young mind.
He had tried to ignore them, until he had to tell someone.
The only person he trusted enough, his mother.
Then the truth was told, how they lived in fear of the monsters coming back, what he might become and he knew then that it was never going to happen.
So he lived in constant fear, everyone could be one of them. Then he changed, the world became a much darker and eviler place, he could cope, he had no one to turn to, not even his mother could help him now.
He had become the monster he had feared.
But they didn't come, not at first. The dreams got more vivid, they seemed to want him to go somewhere, come to his true family.
He woke that night in a cold sweat and ran, tripping he had slammed into the hall mirror and passed right through.
Finding himself in an even stranger place than his normal life almost drove him insane.
He wandered lost for hours until he came across a creature, a shadow thing, looked almost human apart from it was as dark as night.
He had spent days in what he found was called the Umbra, the spirit he called Pitch told him somethings. tried to clue him in but a spirit can only do so much.
Eventually finding his way back to reality he spent weeks trying to reclaim his normal life and deal with everything Pitch taught him, but it would never be enough when they came for him, he had the feeling they would.
About a month ago he awoke to the sounds of howls. Calling him yet filling him with dread, he ran then grabbing the prepacked bag and fled into the night, always moving around France but always they found him.
using his new knowledge of the Umbra he headed further away, to a totally different country surely he would be safe there?
That is until his 16th birthday, the dreams started then, horrible nightmares and dreams of power and lust, more than enough to shake his young mind.
He had tried to ignore them, until he had to tell someone.
The only person he trusted enough, his mother.
Then the truth was told, how they lived in fear of the monsters coming back, what he might become and he knew then that it was never going to happen.
So he lived in constant fear, everyone could be one of them. Then he changed, the world became a much darker and eviler place, he could cope, he had no one to turn to, not even his mother could help him now.
He had become the monster he had feared.
But they didn't come, not at first. The dreams got more vivid, they seemed to want him to go somewhere, come to his true family.
He woke that night in a cold sweat and ran, tripping he had slammed into the hall mirror and passed right through.
Finding himself in an even stranger place than his normal life almost drove him insane.
He wandered lost for hours until he came across a creature, a shadow thing, looked almost human apart from it was as dark as night.
He had spent days in what he found was called the Umbra, the spirit he called Pitch told him somethings. tried to clue him in but a spirit can only do so much.
Eventually finding his way back to reality he spent weeks trying to reclaim his normal life and deal with everything Pitch taught him, but it would never be enough when they came for him, he had the feeling they would.
About a month ago he awoke to the sounds of howls. Calling him yet filling him with dread, he ran then grabbing the prepacked bag and fled into the night, always moving around France but always they found him.
using his new knowledge of the Umbra he headed further away, to a totally different country surely he would be safe there?
