His life had changed again.
He thought that at some point he would be used to it. Maybe take it in stride. Like a boxer getting punched in the face; eventually they would become accustomed to the punishment. This was an assumption. Honestly, he was no boxer. He had been hit though. And chased, cursed, tracked, trapped, and imprisoned… Thrown in a dungeon by a vile Witch-Queen from the World just before Earth. The Cursed World, known as Mya.
The first time his life had changed was when he had stumbled upon a massacre. A literal madman had taken it upon himself to cull a rather substantial amount of human lives. The madman was possessed by a vile Demonic Witch.
The demonic witch had claimed that his soul was far too strong to simply murder him.
Instead, she cursed him.
A curse that brought him, weekly, to the nearest horrifying monster. His life had become like on of those old television shows- a ‘monster of the week’ type show. A genre of storytelling where the heroes are thrown up against whatever monster the writers cooked up for that week’s episode. Though he never had the luxury of being a proper protagonist. As such, would surely insure his survival…
Every week was another horrible experience. He got strong, learned how to survive, eventually learned how to fight back.
The next time his life changed, when the monster of the week– turned out to be a werewolf.
He survived, but not unscathed.
He was Cursed all over again—not only would he be haunted, once a week, by whatever terrible monster was closest (and strongest) but once a month he would transform into a monster himself. This was a curse he tried to use against that demonic witch that had cursed him the first time. Especially once he learned that her death could break it.
He managed to trap it on a rooftop, just as he transformed. The wolf took over and tore the madman to bits. He knew now that the demon-witch fled as soon as the madman’s survival rate had plummeted, though it took him a few years to realize it.
The curse had instead brought him, again and again, within range of Fiona Hart; A being he barely understood. Though because she appeared as a normal human, he never realized that it was his unbroken curse bringing them together once a week. He never actually confessed it to her, but he, at one point, had thought it was kismet.
His life changed again, when he, in wolfman form, had forced them both through a portal into a whole other world. That Cursed World, Mya. It was around here that he witnessed Fiona change into that unusual spirt-form she took on at night; Around here, where he realized fate had nothing to do with their meetings. It was his curse, every time.
He left the monstrous Fiona in the dust…. Struck out on his own on the strange new world. He spent a couple years traveling Mya.
Free as a bird. Well, freer than Fiona…
Fiona became the Witch-Queen’s favored toy, pet, hunter…
Eventually, this hunter was sent after the only other Earthling on Mya. Thanks to his curse, he fell right into Fiona’s lap…
Unfortunately for Earth the Witch-Queen learned all she needed to know. The Witch-Queen had every intention of moving her entire ‘Witchdom’, over to Earth, finally allowing Mya to fall to its inevitable fate.
His life changed again, when the Witch-queen had given over his body, fully, to the Wolf that cursed his line. His entire consciousness was forced into the Spirit-World, while the Wild Spirit was given his body. Transformed his body fully into a Dire Wolf, it was actually the Wolf that spent most of the time within that dungeon… most of that year.
That all changed when Fiona revolted against the Witch-Queen. Thwarting her plot to take Earth—Freed the Wolf and stole away into the Spirit World. Where he was trapped…
The mysterious Arcanumn was once again ready and waiting for Fiona in the Form of Captain Argyle- an Ancient Wizard far older than one may imagine.
After a year within Mya’s Spirit World, their group attacked the very Curses that held the Witch-Queen in power… Curses that, in the spirit-world, had a sentience all their own.
Upon the threat, one of these Sentient Curses cast them all to a third world, the Primordial World. The World just after Earth…
They spent a solid year in what he started to refer to as ‘dino-land’. Largely because they had to contend with actual dinosaurs… He could not say what caused his return to Earth; he flitted back in a mysterious blink.
This was a year ago.
A year since he landed back in his hometown, back in that courtyard where the madman had slain so many… where he was first cursed by that demonic witch.
His body was restored to him; his curses still active.
The Wild Spirit, the Wolf, that awaited its turn to take his body upon the full moon, was closer to him than ever before. It tended to stalk just outside of his vision. He did not know if it was his awareness of its existence, if their permanent swap had changed their situation in some way… or if it had always been there, watching, prowling, just on the other side of the veil.
This was the latest change however, his familiarity with the Wolf. The full moon was not due for another week… and this week’s monster was a displaced Imp. Dealt with. Easy.
At the moment, he was just enjoying the fact that this would seem to be the one Halloween, that nothing really happened. He stretched out comfortably on his bed, drifted off to sleep.
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Happy Halloween!
