Chapter 4.

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Cursed (first person)
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Being terrifying, and a death god, just doesn’t happen, there are events that make it so. Like reputation, but for me, it was a curse that I didn’t choose. If I could rerun my destiny, I would have, but I know I cant. I’m not evil, yet every one would tell you that, I’m just cursed and marked. Maybe I should tell you my story before you judge me, then you will know, and you shall see what no one has dared to see.

I began life as many wolves, with a mom and a dad, their names were Uncala, my mom, and, Drac, my dad. I was an only child, and always seemed to be in my parents way, and back then I was known as Crimson.
“Crimson, please I’m trying to hunt!” my dad yelled at me strongly, I was trying to help him catch food, but I had ended up tripping him.
“I was only trying to help,” I whispered bashfully and hid my face.
“then STOP” he stood up and walked away into the brush to go find dinner.
“yes sir” I sighed and walked back home. Then a smell hit me, it was the worst smell I could ever have smelled, it was like thousands of dead wolves decaying. The world around me darkened and I closed my eyes in fear and ran. I didn’t know where I was going or what path I was on, but I wish I had just stayed where I was. When I opened my eyes I didn’t know where I was, there was nothing I knew and I was alone.
“its better this way anyway” I cried out.
“now now” a rough voice whispered. I spun around terrified looking for the voices owner.
“your destiny is set young Cursed, you cannot escape it”
“who is cursed, you have the wrong wolf, I’m Crimson” I squeaked. Then a massive wolf dropped in front of me. He was all bone, there was no fur, and the metallic stench of blood clung to his body.
“Now boy, you don’t have anything to tell me what is right or wrong, I have your destiny and life in my paw” he held out a bone paw. It had a glowing black ball with marks of what we know today , Wolf script.
“You see, your next in line, I’m no phoenix, and my bones have began to wear old and tired, my everlasting soul is beginning to slow, I’m ready to sleep, but I must teach you first young grim wolf.” He was the single most scary thing I had ever seen, his sharp fangs were blood stained.
“NO!” I yelled and jumped back, I was afraid of this wolf, he was fear and death itself, and what was I a young pup who was always in the way, he could kill me, I knew he could.
“now now Cursed, I wont hurt you” he smiled and he let go of the orb in his paw. It smashed into pieces on the cold dead ground. Slowly black mist rose from the orb and covered me. Then my muzzle felt of fire and I screamed. A small marking went across my fur right next to my eye, it in Wolf Script, meant Death god. I fell to the cold ground and I in my nose I could smell my own fur burn away revealing my skull. I let out a scream and began to cry, but the thirst for blood and death kept me calm. My once silky white fur was black and ridged, it was my only love in this world, I had no power, nothing I was in most ways useless, but my beautiful fur could win me a mate.
“no!” I cried and it all went away, and I ran. I ran from that wolf, and I ran from my destiny, which I realize now, was one of the worst mistakes I ever made. I ran and soon came to the river near my home. I looked in and saw my fur slowly growing back.
“I’m a cursed wolf” I whispered crying into the river. I was ugly and disgusting. I sat there a long time, staring into the water, Then I decided, I needed to get home, so I walked home knowing my arrival wouldn’t be welcomed. When I returned my mom growled and said
“clean you face or no dinner” she hadn’t even noticed my absence, and if she did, she was happy I was gone. I rubbed my face but it wouldn’t come clean.
“you trying to be funny boy” my father snarled. I shook my head., but he came up and hit me. I couldn’t feel the left side of my body, and couldn’t move it either
“now listen you ungrateful-” he stopped, in my anger, my fur began to burn and I slowly became the thing I feared most, the grim wolf.
“do you know who you are talking to” I growled with a deathly tone, it wasn’t my voice or words, but it was something I had always wanted to say. Their faces were full of uncontrollable fear. I walked up to my dad and whispered into his ear.
“I am a death god” and just like that, both their spirits were destroyed, and they died, and I knew I was a monster. When I snapped out of it I limped away from their ash bodies. I didn’t know where I was going, all I knew was gone, I was a monster, I was the death god I had feared.
“please grim wolf of death, take me in I killed my only home” I whispered, then I felt presence behind me and there was the grim wolf, yet he looked just like a normal wolf.
“you see son, not every thing is always as it appears.” he looked like a well groomed and taken care of wolf, almost like a prince.
“now I will train you in Wolf script and Wolstican, to train you to take only souls who you need, and be so powerful, not even the strongest god can stop you” he turned and nodded, and I followed fore I had no were else to go.
“What is your name?” I asked, grateful for him to take me
“Its Kilial” He woofed as he trekked on beside me “I was a powerful Alpha of my time, that’s when my master found me, he was the first ever grim wolf, and he was a dire, much more frightening then I” I gulped, that was hard to believe. He laughed and continued to walk. And I followed him, I had no where to go, nothing to live fore, but this, this was my destiny

Then a story of the time I met the great dusk, I was a teen and so was he. I was in training  when I saw him.
“Move  mortal” I growled “fore I am a god of death” he turned calmly and looked me in the eye, he had no fear, maybe that’s why I slowly began to respect him.
“make me,” he retorted. A cocked my head in confusion, such wit, was he not afraid of death?
“why do you not run and move, if you are staring death in the eye?” I asked carefully in my confusion.
“I died along time ago, now I wait until I am truly dead” he said strongly, it was hard to understand what he meant.
“how can that be?” I asked confused of his answer “if you are not dead, how did you die?”
“for a god of death your not that smart, it was years ago, when I fell to the river bead, I was in pain and I cried, my brother left me to die, and inside that pup did die, and I am what remains,” he looked me in the eye “though my journey is different, whether you kill me or not I irrelevant, where I go in the end is all the same” He sounded smart, like he knew things, many things, and this confused me yet again.
“and yet you confuse me again” I said, “ what do you mean by this?” The cool breeze tickled me bones to the marrow.
“ I’m destine to rot in the underworld, the great leader of light could not accept me” he grunted bluntly and he began to walk away. I had to follow this interesting wolf, every thing he did interested me.
“why not” I asked intently, I hoped I wasn’t being over annoying, I hadn’t been a burden since I killed my parents, my favorite mistake of all time.
“I’m planning on killing the one who killed me” He sighed and he looked to the clouded sky.
“and who is that?” I asked, this teen wolf was different, he seemed to have nothing to live for, he was right about what he said, he did seem dead, I had dealt with spirits more alive then him.
“my brother” he walked more quickly and he looked back at me “I will most likely die there, so that is where we shall meet”
“then I will be there” I said, and I kept my promise.

Now in present time my presence is feared and so is death’s pain. Maybe I am a monster, but I have my destiny to blame for that. I have seen this world for its evil, and myself. I am a monster, and I am a god of death. I am cursed the grim wolf and there is a war coming where I shall take the life of one, and his name is Wyvern, for if he lives, chaos will take this world.