The Legend Of the Cursed Ones
A Neran girl sits at the edge of a forest crying, wearing a cloak, she appears to be healthy and in her twenties. The girl is a slender build standing about five feet tall with straight long light green hair that flows down to her ankles. Drawn at her hip a very well made sword that appears to have a faint purple glow to it and a pattern on the blade that looks like shattered glass. She mutters to herself “why...why did it have to be you…...we should have fought it together. Who were you to think kill a god and why did you have to give me the sword….you could have won with it.” She continues to cry in sadness that soon turns to anger “very well….I will do what you could not…..I will have my revenge and I will defy my destiny then kill the god” calming down now she says “but tho I have the means to kill it how can a human ever kill a god….I guess it doesn’t matter, even if I die for a life without you is not worth living.
A short robed figure soon appears from the woods. He appears to have the stature of a Kypiq but is far more muscular yet not as much as a Hirothi. He says to the girl “one with such determination as you need not throw their life away. Are you familiar with the tale of the Cursed Ones?” She responds “I am not familiar with the tale” wiping her tears she continues “I am Isoko by the way.” The man responds “it’s a pleasure to meet you, now let me tell you the tale as it will be of great interest to you.”
“The tale of the Cursed Ones spans back hundreds if not thousands of years. It was a time when magic flowed through the land. one god in particular ruled with tyranny over the people of the land and those who opposed him were killed en masse. One day a neran man known as Sinrick stood before the god wielding a blade made with the strongest metals and magic. During the battle Sinrick was able to slice off the gods arm. The god, who apparently was toying with Sinerick quickly became furious and used his power to compel Sinrick to kneel before him. Despite Sinricks best efforts he was unable to resist and he kneeled before the god and was executed. The blade Sinrick used would stay stuck in the ground where Sinrick knelt. When Sinrick died his soul refused return to the Akashic Records and was forced to return to the world. His soul could not return to his body so instead it took over the body of a wolf. When his soul entered the wolf his body was transformed into a short human like creature no bigger than a Kypiq but more muscular. His body became covered in wolf like fur and his ears replaced by those of a wolf. He also gained thick retractable claws on each of his fingers and toes, his eyes became much bigger and oval like in shape, lastly his mouth grew a set of wolf like teeth and increased in size slightly. He would become known as the first Cursed One.
Although Sinrick was unnerved at has vastly different body his will to slay the tyrannical god persisted stronger than ever. So he began running back to where he met his end. During this rather long trek he discovered his speed and strength had increased dramatically to levels that where supernatural and his hearing had increased just as much…...After Sinrick returned to his grave he observed the god just as brutal as ever and his blade that still lay stuck in the ground. Apparently the residence had become terrified of the weapon. He could hear them as they referred to the blade as cursed and any who touch it are destined to die. He observed a bit longer until he noticed the god was beginning to kill all those who he thought would ever stand up to him. At the very moment the god focused on the killings Sinrick, in a matter of seconds, raced out as fast as he could, snatched his blade, and sliced the god in half. The action caused an explosion of light before it slowly faded. The bloodied remains of the once terrible god lay at Sinricks feet, he himself was covered in its blood. The people looked on in terror of what had just slain the god as one man screamed out in terror “it’s a Cursed One, one forsaken by the gods.” Terror soon tuned to action as the towns people picked up various weapons and began violently stabbing Sinrick, the final blow being made by his very own sword that cleved off his head.
And that concludes the tale, ever since Sinrick there have been scattered tales about Cursed Ones, but that is the original.” Isoko, impressed by the tale responds “ It is interesting indeed but what does that mean……. could he have survived!....as a Cused One I mean!...could Darrocoss really have survived?” The man responds “I assume you talking about you friend who died, in that case yes it is possible but highly unlikely. Very few in this world can become Cursed Ones. There are specific requirements first they must be incredibly stubborn enough to defy god and death, then they must also be a pure soul anything but will result in a ghost or demon, lastly their mined must be strong and not easily broken. Back to the topic at hand even if he had become a Cursed One it would take a great many years to find him, more than I wager you have” Isoko responds back “your probably right……. but I would look regardless…...if….if...only...I could become a Cursed One.” The man responds “Well if you want it that badly there is another method to becoming a Cursed One…...you drink the blood of one. But know this the blood will kill you if you do not become a Cursed One, for it's the only cure, the blood will also prevent a soul from returning to that body if you die.” Isoko says “I will accept any cost as a said before my life is forfeit if I cannot be with Darrocoss” The man says “very well then” he takes out a knife slashed open his wrist as his blood flows into a goblet below. He passes the goblet to Isoko who looks at him shocked, the man continues “a word of warning, Cursed Ones are actually cursed their presence causing catastrophic events to happen when they are around” Isoko pays no heed to the waring and quickly downs the goblet before collapsing on the ground. After a time The man carries her off into the woods and the two disappear from sight.
