Her soul had been shrouded in darkness for so long.
Freya was cursed. Each night she transformed into a creature of darkness and murdered the innocent. Living this cursed, half-life was torture, and Freya longed for escape.
As she sat in a pile of filthy hay, chained in a rolling cage, she hoped her captor would do her a favor and kill her. Why couldn’t the bounty hunter do her this favor? He’d still get his coin if he dumped her lifeless body before the king.
There was no point in going on. Her dreams for a life filled with love and family had been shattered. Though not of her own free will, she gorged on the feast of humans each night; she was a vile monster. And if the bounty hunter did not have the decency to run her through, at the
Freya was cursed. Each night she transformed into a creature of darkness and murdered the innocent. Living this cursed, half-life was torture, and Freya longed for escape.
As she sat in a pile of filthy hay, chained in a rolling cage, she hoped her captor would do her a favor and kill her. Why couldn’t the bounty hunter do her this favor? He’d still get his coin if he dumped her lifeless body before the king.
There was no point in going on. Her dreams for a life filled with love and family had been shattered. Though not of her own free will, she gorged on the feast of humans each night; she was a vile monster. And if the bounty hunter did not have the decency to run her through, at the