How should I begin?
Shall I tell you a story, like no other?
What do you think?
It begins.
Like all stories do.
A boy with no mother.
Impossible, say you?
Quite so...
Quite so, and it was a snowy day…
One by one, teardrops fell out of the sky.
Drop by drop, but the child,
Well, the child didn’t cry.
Impossible, you dare to speak?
Quite so… Quite so…
It was, although, long ago,
Far too many years.
I’m sorry…
Where was I?
Do you want me to tell you a story…?
A boy who didn’t cry…
Time passed, back then, so slow…
Nobody knows how,
But against all odds, the boy grew old.
Feeding off whatever he could find;
Snow, berries, and sometimes,
Sometimes, mice.
The boy walked,
Barefoot on the grass, but the cold,
Horrible cold, made it feel like glass.
The world looked different back then,
Building after building, overtaken by nature,
Or the folly of men.
The streets, once filled with laughter and joy,
Were now silent,
And silent was also the boy.
He searched,
High and low,
For a companion or just another soul.
The more he searched
The heavier his heart went.
The boy couldn't understand why.
He was born without a mother,
Or did you forget?
He searched,
With hunger as his only friend…
Oh, he did eat, Now and again…
But mice were becoming smarter
And he started to find their taste quite bland.
But what is this?
Light and smoke up ahead.
Maybe there is still someone left.
One can only hope,
In the end.
By the fire,
A family of four.
The woman said.
As he approached;
“Come. Come, plenty of soup left.”
And he ate until he couldn't stand.
They all went to sleep,
Bellies full.
And the boy waited,
And the hunger came upon him
Like a thief in the night.
He chopped and diced the family
Because he didn't know wrong from right.
A story like no other,
As promised.
The little boy wept while getting ready to go;
Because in the end
There's no escape from the curse of the Wendigo.
Text by C.M.V.R (MySoulToTake) Art by Dall-E
