Third person POV
Fenrir had always been like a ghost in his own home. His parents never showed him warmth or affection, merely feeding and clothing him out of obligation. They avoided his gaze, their faces cold and indifferent. As a young boy, Fenrir couldn't understand why. He would watch other families in the village laugh, hold hands, and embrace, but at home, his life was filled with silence and distance.
The only place where Fenrir felt any solace was the forest near his home. It was vast, filled with towering trees and wildlife that he could only dream of seeing up close. One day, after a particularly cold interaction with his parents, he decided to venture deeper into the woods, away from the icy stares of his mother and father. Something was calling to him, something pulling him forward, though he couldn't understand why.
Hours passed as Fenrir wandered deeper into the forest, feeling a strange sense of longing. Then, through a gap in the trees, he saw it: a strange, very dark peach-colored fruit sitting atop a moss-covered rock. Its surface was entirely black with swirling patterns etched into it. He had never seen anything like it before. Fenrir's stomach growled, hunger gnawing at him after his long journey. Without thinking, he plucked the fruit from its resting place and bit into it and of course, it was nasty.
But The moment the fruit touched his tongue, everything changed. A surge of knowledge and power shot through his body, his senses suddenly heightened beyond anything he had ever known. His once frail body grew stronger, muscles tightening and expanding. His ears began to ring, but then something even stranger happened—an extra pair of ears appeared on top of his head, sharp and wolf-like. He could hear everything: the wind rustling the leaves, the heartbeats of animals miles away, the distant footsteps of his parents at home.
Confused but excited by his newfound strength, Fenrir ran back home, eager to show his parents the strange thing that had happened. As he burst through the front door, he called out, "Mom! Dad! Look at this!" He stood in the middle of the room, panting, his new wolf ears twitching with excitement.
His parents entered the room slowly, their faces stiff and unreadable as always. But when his mother's eyes landed on his head, she screamed in terror. Her voice was shrill, full of panic, "Get the gun! Bob, Get it now!"
Fenrir stood frozen, scared of why his mother and father were willing to shoot him, tears welling up in his eyes. "Mommy… I'm not a monster! I'm your son, please Mommy I don't want to die!" he cried out, trying to get a comforting hug from his mom until she pushed him away harshly and his mother's face twisted in fear and disgust, something he will never forget in his entire life
"You're not my son! Get out! Get out, you monster!" she screamed, backing away in horror. Fenrir's heart shattered as his father rushed in with the gun, his hands shaking but determined. He pulled the trigger, and the shot echoed through the house. The bullet missed, but the message was clear.
Fenrir turned and ran, sprinting out the door as more bullets flew past him, his legs carrying him faster than he ever thought possible. He ran until the house was far behind him, deep into the woods where the trees could hide him. For days he wandered, hiding from the world, tears staining his face as he tried to understand why his parents had turned on him.
A week later, when he finally returned to the village to see if he could go home, he overheard his parents speaking to a crowd. His mother was crying, telling the villagers about a "monster" that could transform into a child, trying to pass itself off as a human. The villagers, filled with fear, called for a hunt. The navy was contacted, and a bounty was placed on Fenrir's head before he even understood the full extent of what was happening.
Hunted day and night by villagers and navy officers alike, Fenrir was forced to fight for his life, using his strength and heightened senses to stay one step ahead of his pursuers. But the constant fear and loneliness took their toll, and after a month of being hunted, he knew he had no choice but to leave the island entirely.
He stole a small boat one night and set sail, never looking back. After days at sea, he landed on a new island, tired, hungry, and more alone than ever. He lived in the forest there, just like before, surviving off the land, unsure of what his future held. But fate had other plans for him.
One day, a kind middle-aged man stumbled upon Fenrir's makeshift camp. Seeing the boy's ragged clothes and desperate situation, the man took pity on him. Instead of fear, the man showed compassion, offering Fenrir a home, food, and guidance. The man didn't care about the ears or the strange powers—he only saw a boy in need, a son he could never have.
For the first time in his life, Fenrir found acceptance. And though his past still haunted him, he would carry those memories like scars as he grew stronger, waiting for the day when his true purpose would be revealed.
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