The Gift The Moon Gave

CHAPTER TWENTY

THIRD PERSON POV

SOMEWHERE IN SIBERIA

Soaking up the cold of the frigid icebox he called home, the man watched as the snow sticked to the window pane. The ratttling of the windows and door did nothing to disrupt the peace he was experiencing. Nights like these were not rare, atleast not to him for they were reoccurring events, especially during winter when the weather turned deadly. But he loved it just the way it was, there was something about the cold that helped to quell the beast within. Almost like a fire extinguisher for the boiling cauldron that he was. Thinking of thoughts like these he could not help but remember the first time he had arrived to this place, over a millenia ago.

FLASHBACK

Scared, lost and hungry the boy was as he kept walking through the thick snow. Barely a piece of clothing on his body to keep him, not that he needed it anyway. For he was different, far different from those whom he had lived with. He wasn't like his parents, no not even close may be they shared a few physical features but that's as far as it went. See the thing was, they were human and he was not, he was the farthest thing from being a human and he hated himself for it, he loath himself in fact. And why wouldn't he, he was a monster, a creature set out to destroy and wreak havoc. His villagers had tried to kill him, many of whom were his childhood friends. But the betrayal that had hurt the most was that of his own parents.

Wasn't a father set to always protect and provide and a mother to always love and care for her child no matter the situation. Then how could they have attempted to end his life has he slept? That too with the very hunting knife his father had bestowed upon him after his first hunt. That night was the first time he had ever felt it's burning anger and seething rage, in moment he had opened his eyes realizing what they had planned to do. The entity that resided within him was much too strong for a feeble teen such as himself to dominate, and in the end he was the one that was dominated.

Shedding the blood of his own parents, was never something he had hope to do but the survival instincts within him spoke otherwise. Sadly theirs weren't the only lives he had taken in his attempt to escape. No, the lives of his friends, servants of his home, even that of the village priest, he had claimed them all. Now on the run as a known murderer and pagan believer who was possessed by a devil, he was hunted by all with a hefty price on his head.

Luckily he had manage to escape into new lands, a place where no one knew him. And though it's terrain and weather was hard to cope with, it was better than where he had once called home. Staring clear of any and all humans he had taken refuge within the cold forest not too far away from a small town. With a cave as his only shelter from the snow, the boy slept during the days and hunt whatever he could at night. The hunting skills his father had taught him, had definitely paid off. Learning to light a fire with rocks and roasting his hunt without any ingredients of taste, this was now his life and it had last for almost a year until his visit.

Winter was once again fast approaching but the boy didn't mind, for him he had everything he had needed to survive and was content in living life the way it was. Knowing that there was no other way to live or atleast that's what he thought.

It was one of those nights in which his beast had been acting out and he had no idea how to control it. The residence in the town near by,s poke stories of the bloodcurling howls they would hear once in awhile. Many of the men went hunting for the said beast but none were ever successful and never had any hunt at night. Then why was it that on that night of all nights someone came lurking in the forest, standing at the pinacle of the cliff closest to his cave to see the northern lights.

Growling maliciously at the man before him the boy's beast could sense that there was something different about this man. Approaching with caution the beast watched the man intently, only to growl and then scamper off the moment he got close enough. This was a reoccuring event every night for a month until finally he had gathered enough courage to approach the stranger.