Waking up in the middle of a forest, it's the dead of night. various insects are singing, wind gently flowing and rustling the leaves... Then, a tall slim figure, passed by it seemed so familiar yet he can't remember anything.
From afar he watched the figure as it danced like the wind, flowing oh so gracefully and beautifully. Then, the forest grew quiet... not a single sound. You were so mesmerized at the figure that you didn't notice,until a blood curdling scream erupted from out of no where. The previously graceful figure now stumbling and running. Then another figure appears, he couldn't quite make it out but he can feel it... Blood lust oozes from the figure as it chased down the other until it caught it, dragging it by the foot while it struggles kicking, clawing and screaming for help...
And alas! He woke up again, this time inside of a room. Feeling light headed, he grabbed a cup from the side table and drank its contents... after a few moments of recalling what happened... it wasn't just a dream. It was a memory from the past, for five hundred years the same nightmare has been haunting his sleep.
trying to forget that memory he got up and dressed himself, While looking at the mirror a dashing man in his prime, unchanged even after all these time he's been alive, a tall and fair-skinned gentleman. He is the one and only Kharon!
(I'm new to this so please don't be too harsh on me, I won't be able to publish a lot of stuff, just saying in advance and also thanks to 'some people' that helped me pick a name that I didn't use anyways hehe. byee)
