Forgotten

Chapter 1

Chapter One

It was dark. And in the dark there was pain, so much pain. Kale screamed out loud, opening his eyes to find he was being carried. He made out some of the villagers, but couldn't remember their names. Maybe he didn't even know their names.

He cringed again when they put him down. Slowly his vision started fading again. And soon enough he was pulled back into the darkness.

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Kale shot up with a threatening growl. He looked around him. He was in his bedroom, alone. Sighing he wiped the sweat of his face, his palm stopped over the scar his claws had left. Grunting he pushed the linen aside and stood.

It had been three years since that night. The night he dreamed about almost every night. Kale paced his bedroom thinking, that night he had been treated like the victim instead of like the monster he was. No matter how many times he screamed that it was the Wolf everyone just shook it off as shock.

Three months afterwards, he was crowned king. His wounds were healed, but his claws had left scars along the right side of his face and his chest. He had to stand like that, open, exposed, for the entire village to see what he was. That he looked like a monster.

But they didn't know that he was a monster. He had murdered his parents. After the first time, the Wolf had shown himself more and more. It got so bad he couldn't allow anyone near him. He had cleared the castle of all the staff, only Esmeralda, his nanny refused to leave his side for one second.

She knew, somehow she could sense a change in him. He was shocked when she had approached him; her loving smile comforted him as she spoke.

"My Prince, you are changed?" He had tried ignoring it, but she confronted him with the harsh truth. "You are cursed!" At first he didn't know what to say, that was until she told him that she came from a long line of gypsies.

"I sense the magic that is afflicting you. Remember, my Prince, a curse can always be broken by the most powerful thing in the universe: true love."

Of course, it would be love. He had laughed when she had said that. True love, who would ever love him? Even if someone ever did, he wouldn't allow himself to be loved. He was a monster; he could hardly control the wolf, who would arise every time he got mad when he was sad or even when he got excited.

The wolf made sure he remembered what he really was.

A knock on his door shook him out of his trance. "Yes?"

Esme came in, smiling, "My Prince, the Govern family has sent you a gift, for ridding them of the coyote that was eating their livestock." He nodded and she closed the door behind her. He started getting dressed. Slipping on his black pants and white shirt, he tied his boots and cloaked himself with his hood, he never went anywhere without it. It was more for himself, everybody knew what he looked like, but the hood made so they didn't try to look at him.

He quickly moved down the stairs and into the hall where Martine Govern stood with an enormous bag of what looked like meat in his hands.

He bowed when Kale reached him, "My King, from me and my family, for ridding us of that fowl beast who would've ruined us."

He motioned for Eduar, his butler and chef, as well as his friend to take the bag from Martine. "It is my pleasure, sir. I am here to make the life of my people easier. Never fear to ask for help." Martine bowed once more before he turned to leave. Kale sighed; at least one good thing came from his parent's demise. Under their rule, the people were poor. While they ate themselves half to death, the people almost starved. Now they lived with plenty. Mostly, because Kale never ate. The Wolf made it impossible to digest certain foods. He lived off of raw meat. Hunting as the Wolf in the forests surrounding Edduen he rid the village of every foul creature, beside himself, he could find.