~ Mor'du

When an ancient kingdom, its name lost to the passage of time, swallowed up by the advance of other kingdoms that show no mercy to the fallen in their pursuit of a new era, not only was the legacy of that bygone kingdom forgotten, but along with it, almost the entire history that preceded its fall was also lost: the story of a king whose conduct in war could hardly be considered human, who, having coveted more than his eyes could see and his hands could bear, lost more than his kingdom: having lost his men, his brothers...and his beloved. Having been reduced to the body of a beast that, numbed by the guilt of its savagery, still roams the forests under the name of Mor'du. "A lovely story," you dismissed sarcastically when your mother, Elinor, solemnly told it to you in a fit of rage after you refused to be betrothed to some nobleman. Soon, the dreams began. Memories of a life you don't recognize as your own, but a part deep inside you does, and a beast. The same beast that tore off your father's leg when you were a child. You're tired of that beast's torment in your thoughts, in your dreams. With your bow and a sword, taken from your father, you set out this morning to end this once and for all... Finally, you've ventured into the forest, waiting... listening. And finally, Mor'du appears. His enormous bear-like figure straightens slightly above you... You haven't even fully raised your sword when you meet his gaze... You've never seen them before. Not like this. You recognize them. And he recognizes you too...