Chapter III: The People of the Wolves
Once upon a time in a distant kingdom called BELO, there lived a man who had no hair.
His parents, like all the inhabitants of the kingdom, had a fine, sparkling chestnut mane that covered their foreheads down to the nape of their necks. The men let thick beards grow on their chins and cheeks. They braided their bushy hair with little bells, which made a deafening noise whenever they moved their heads. They were a people of warriors who believed in the god of thunder, the one who allowed them to strike their adversaries on the battlefield at the speed of lightning.
When the BELO people fought, the sound of the bells could be heard as the horde of warriors charged at their prey, their axes raised toward the thunder.
They only fought in a pack, especially during storms, and because of this, they were nicknamed "The People of the Wolves," with an open-mouthed wolf’s head ready to devour as their emblem.
Within this community where everyone looked alike, young Thomas was an anomaly.
He had neither hair nor body hair.
Despite all the healers his parents had consulted, all the decoctions and elixirs he had swallowed, his hair never grew.
Furthermore, the young man was terrified of thunder and could not bear the sight of blood.
The icy glare his father had shot him when he took refuge under the table, his hands over his ears on a stormy day instead of following the others onto the battlefield, haunted him. Or even his mother's grunt of exasperation when he had fainted in front of his brother's gaping, bleeding wound was clear proof that Thomas was the oddity of the BELO kingdom....
Extract from my book BANKAK CIRCUS chapter III part II.
Writing this chapter with the Tony Tony chopper epic emotional theme right now and I am a mess
I can't believe i am starting to feel for the villains right now. Write a villain origin story isn't joke guys.