Cursed Blessing
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Legends/Myths/Lore
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
37
Views:
2,900
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0
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"Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited."
6
The once proud warrior ran through the dark forest with all his might. Behind him the fires of a battle raged, smoke rose high into the sky. He was covered in blood, his once tidy appearance was now rough and his clothing torn.
The few who had survived the slaughter gave chase to the monster that had brought death to their village. Being farmers they carried the only weapons they had, the very tools they worked the ground with. Tired and hurt themselves they had a hard time following the beast man but the pain of their loss drove them onward. They had sent word to the neighboring village of the attack hoping others would join the chase.
The Viking stumbled several times over the tree roots, branches and shrubs slowed his pace. Stopping to catch a breath, he scanned the area, spotting a cave along the rock face of a small mountain. He dragged himself inside; screams from countless lives he had torn apart filled his ears. He hung his head in shame.
The villagers wondered the forest having lost his track. Other had joined the search. Whispers began that the beast had disappeared, gone back to the hell he had come from.
He screamed his agony causing the walls to shake in the cave. The sound spread through the area like wildfire, flocks of birds took to the sky, and creatures ran to their own hiding places.
The villagers heard the unearthly howl and fear rocked their very souls. They quickly retreated back to their village, words of safety and blessings on their lips.
The few who had survived the slaughter gave chase to the monster that had brought death to their village. Being farmers they carried the only weapons they had, the very tools they worked the ground with. Tired and hurt themselves they had a hard time following the beast man but the pain of their loss drove them onward. They had sent word to the neighboring village of the attack hoping others would join the chase.
The Viking stumbled several times over the tree roots, branches and shrubs slowed his pace. Stopping to catch a breath, he scanned the area, spotting a cave along the rock face of a small mountain. He dragged himself inside; screams from countless lives he had torn apart filled his ears. He hung his head in shame.
The villagers wondered the forest having lost his track. Other had joined the search. Whispers began that the beast had disappeared, gone back to the hell he had come from.
He screamed his agony causing the walls to shake in the cave. The sound spread through the area like wildfire, flocks of birds took to the sky, and creatures ran to their own hiding places.
The villagers heard the unearthly howl and fear rocked their very souls. They quickly retreated back to their village, words of safety and blessings on their lips.