My father handed my mother to the men who burned her on a pyre.
I was left with my Gran, tucked away inside a cabin in the Welsh woods.
My mother’s books were all I had left of the brave woman I once idolized.
Soon, the woods called me, the dark depths seeming more inviting than my reality.
It wasn’t until I awakened that I realized just what my curiosity had done.
Before me stood not a beast, but a man. A man so fierce that I would forsake my God just to worship him.
Exiled for murder. All because of the beast inside me. Blood, war, and women roused me and the moon stilled me.
I did not hunt these woods for women, though the men in the black coats do. I pay no mind to them because they leave offerings at my footsteps. I am no God, but I enjoyed being revered.
My thoughts never strayed from day-to-day tasks until the day I saw the fox-haired girl.
She was to be mine, and I would shed as much blood as Odin would allow to make that so.