Ogrim the Wretch

Born deformed and unwanted, he was taken into the woods and left to die.

He did not die.

Nurtured and raised as one of their own, the woods accepted him.

"Ogrim, the wretch" they called him. Alone in his woods.

Acused of unspeakable crimes, he was burned alive in his home and left to die once more.

He did not die.

Alone and afraid in the woods he sat, when a woman in black walked up to him from the fog. She put her hand to his face and said, "Ogrim...the beautiful."