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Prologue
If I had to tell my story, I dont think theres a clear place to start.
Perhaps, we could begin in the forests of my youth, where it was forever winter. I
was a wild one, a child of wood and bark. I dont really know where I came from,
but I dont think it matters in the grand scheme of things. As far as I know, that is
the only time I was truly happy when I was in ignorance: I ran with the wolves, I
sang with the larks, and I danced on the ice and that was enough.
I never marked my birth, so I dont know how old I am. Time wasnt a concept
that I understood, still dont not really. But I was somewhere in my
prepubescence. Things were welling up inside me like hot tar, sliding and
pushing through my veins like a force to be reckoned with. I hunted for more
than just food I hunted for pleasure. I took pleasure in dominating the weaker
forces of the forest, and elation in outwitting the stronger. I sharpened my skills
against anything the forest could throw at me.
Once, when the snows were still, I happened upon a strange creature covered
in fur. The mass of it so staggering that every time it put its paws in the ground, I
could feel the Earth shudder. It looked at me, through feral eyes and bared its
teeth rows upon rows at a time. Its snout was hideously pointed and matted
with blood from gorging on its previous kill, a smaller creature with dark, starry
eyes frozen in surprise and terror. The animal-monster smiled a crooked smile,
and behind its eyes I could sense intelligence. For the first time I felt fear. It was
like icicles crawling through my body, tinkling and making a most obnoxious
sound. It seduced me and whispered to me to move back. But at the same time
it froze me to the spot.
I could not tell you when the creatures of the forest began to turn. I knew that
over time, there had been a sour smell in the air, as if a sickness were
descending like a sheet overhead. This was the first time I had encountered its
results. And there it was, fearsome and large and hell-bent on the devouring of
all things. Smiling, crookedly. It reared up on its hind legs, let out a feral shriek
that tore through the air and through my very bones, and with a thundering
boom descended back onto all fours and charged towards me.
Du-dum, du-dum, du-dum.
The drums of its feet pounded in even rhythm. My heartbeat, erratic but
seduced, matched it in halftime. The air hummed with terror. All I could
remember thinking, at that time, was oddly of the splendour of the white sheet
that covered the ground. Soon the crimson blood that was inside me would
spread across the winter, and I would be like a rose in the ground. I saw the
image in my head and resigned myself to the forthcoming.
And that is when she came to me for the first time.
She appeared behind me I sensed her and yet I had no doubt who she was. A
tall creature, in white garments - Hair as black as night, face as pale as snow,
eyes as clear as day. She seemed to not draw breath but looked down at me, eye
approached adulthood and time and again Death would visit me to witness for
herself my progress.