Chapter 2: memories
I was six years old when the memories came and I finally gained a name
I was still but a young boy, bearly off my mother, Anna's, teet when i had been walking by the snowy lakeside, only to suddenly slip and fall in, plunging myself into the frozen waters and under the ice
It had been a cold day, as it usually was within the mountains, my body temperature was already at an all-time low, and i had ironically been distracted by watching my own frozen breath leave my lungs, trying to come up with a name for myself, as i still had none, when suddenly i had slipped, falling sideways off the path and rolling down the steep incline, only to crash into the frozen lake below, smashing through it like a stone
To this day i cannot remember being colder than i was then, the water was like knives, carving into my body and piercing my very bones with its icy touch, it was as if death herself had walked up to my soul and plunged a skeletal hand into my blood
I do however remember screaming, my mouth open underwater as i screeched in pain, crying salty tears into the inhospitable waters. I felt those same knives that were piercing my skin enter my mouth, my lungs, and i couldnt breathe, couldn't even beg for the gods to spare me this fate
The gods did not intervene, they had other plans
Instead, it was Malatar, my now father who had pulled me from the water, his hand grabbing onto my hair of all things as he dove into the water, plunging after me. Thank god i had not allowed mother to cut it that year, and i didn't for the next or the next
Anyway, after he pulled me from the ice he had run back into the town, or now the ghost town. The village had shrunk over the years, the forest had been growing stronger over the years, its population of bears and wolves growing for unknown reasons, far faster than even my father, the chief hunter could kill them. This stifled not only the amount of wildlife around but also trade as the creatures of the wood seemed to attack those who attempted to reach the village with a total lack of logic or mercy
It was as if they were trying to hide something
The villagers blamed me, they believed that it was the child of the wolves who had brought down this foul curse, and maybe they were correct, seeing as every time they attempted to abuse or remove me, people would not return from hunting trips.
But it was because of this belief that I gained my memories, as i lay shivering and dying in my father's arms no member of the village would help him, there was no offered shelter or assistance as my father carried me into the square screaming and begging for help, begging for someone to save his son
That was the first time I felt death, as i passed out in my father's arms I swear I could hear the murmurs of The Void, his bony finger attempting to take me in an embrace. But it was not to be as instead i awoke… somewhere else entirely
It was a frozen forest, the trees were made entirely of ice, the ground was bone and the rivers were blood. It was a place that i can still feel to this day, the hint of the fetid breeze, the cold its natural life, and the death it held as an aura
It was a land of undeath and soon I would meet the kings and the queens
While I stood and gaped as a child would at the view i was facing i soon found myself surrounded by shadows, each a different shape and size
Some seemed to be beasts, on all fours, others stood like men, covered in armor and bearing weapons and a few seemed to be a mix, looking like twisted humanoids and even centaurs
All lacked any form of features, made entirely of black shadow, and the void itself
As i found myself surrounded on all sides by the shadows i faced a variety of reactions from them, some simply stood and starred, others snarled and a couple charged at my small form, only to pass through me like the ghosts they were
However, they were soon dwarfed in height and aura by those who approached as the sea of figures parted and two new beings stepped through, these i could see perfectly. One was a giant wolf, its belt bright white in color, light as the morning frost. However, its majesty was combated by its other features as the beast was covered in what seemed to be fatal wounds, each showing bones and even light from the other side. It was truly an undead god, much like the creature that walked beside it
More humanoid in form the man beside it was nothing but bone and armor, clinking slightly as he floated beside it, waves of energy practically seeping off of them. And he was tall, much taller than any man i had ever seen, making my father seem like a child in comparison
At six years of age, I met two gods of death
They did not speak immediately but i knew their names, like something that lurked at the back of my mind had just surfaced. The lich was named Nagash, the Undying and the God of death. I met him for only a moment, at death's door and i felt both peace and inspiration, like a soldier who had just met their lord in person and had been given a rousing speech
It was the other one, however, the wolf, that i felt the most connection with. His name is Hrunspuul and was my progenitor, not now and not here, but he was. I knew this but could not understand it and it confused me, so i asked them the question that drew to my mind
"Who am i?" I asked them
"You are Radukar the wolf" The undead wolf replied
"Now awaken" the skeleton lord ordered
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