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Story of Rozny
In one of the many kingdoms of a far off land there lived a young boy by the name of Rozny. Young and oblivious of what was to eventually become of him, he lived out his life as a normal boy would in the small farming village of (blank). As it was a simple farm village most of the villages were well, farmers. Rozny’s father, Bruno, however, was once a soldier in the army of the ruling kingdom. He had kept his shield and sword from those days long ago. Rozny would be caught time and time again looking at it. It was a magnificent shield, the emblem of the king’s army upon it.
Time slowly passed and soon it was the time of the harvest, but most importantly the celebration that came with it. Surprisingly enough the village harvest was as good as it had ever been. The celebration began midday and lasted long into the night. Lit by torches and the gorgeous, mesmerizing full moon.
Rozny had been with his parents the whole day celebrating. Both Rozny and his mother, Irene, became tired after the sun had set so they began to head back home. Their father however stayed with the other men to continue the celebration. Music continued to play long into the night along with the cheering and singing of the many villagers. Slowly, some of the villagers began to head to bed, while others continued to celebrate.
During the celebration, howls began to come from the direction of the surrounding woods. At first it was to quiet, overshadowed by the music. But one by one the villages began hearing it. The music was silenced, the villagers along with it. Fear began to grip the farmers, for they had never heard such a howl. Bruno began to get increasingly worried about his wife and son. He was beginning to head off to his home when they attacked. They ran through the town this pack of beasts. Wolf like in appearance, they ran on all fours but at times would stand on two legs. Villagers screamed and panicked waking those asleep, which would go outside where they would be mercilessly killed. They would run down there victims clawing and biting them viciously. By the time they were done with each village there would be little left, except maybe a grotesque mutilated corpses.
Bruno began running back to his house, his heart racing at the fear he'd be too late. The beasts’ footsteps began closing in behind him driving him faster and faster. He arrived to his house as his wife was stepping outside. Rushing in, he pushed her back, slamming the door shut behind him. He told them both to hide in the back room. Bruno grabbed his sword and put on shield for the first time in Rozny’s life. It was the first and last time he would ever see his father dressed for battle; it would be the last time he would see his father alive. They both hid in the back room under their bed.
Rozny and his mother waited in total silence and watched the shadows under the floor. They had no idea what was going on but they dare not question him; they dare not go outside. Soon they heard the door burst open and a horrible snarling. Rozny heard his father’s voice screaming in agony. The sounds of dogs and a horrible chewing could be heard from under the door. Blood slowly started to flow in the room. Rozny knew his father was dead. He screamed out in anger and ran to the door; he had no idea what he was thinking, or what he was doing. Irene jumped up to stop him, but it was too late. At the door were several of these beasts feasting on his father’s corpse. They turned to face him, those horrible evil eyes glaring him, vicious sharp teeth dripping with his father's blood. He stood there terrified. Irene threw herself in front of him attempting to protect him, but was force to the grown by the one of the creatures as its jaws clenched her throat, ripping it apart.
Rozny backed up till he could feel the wall at his back and stood there in horror; he had watched them devour his father and kill his mother. One of the beasts soon took notice of him and pounced on him knocking him to the floor; the beast clawed at his stomach. It attempted to tear out his throat, but missed and tore into his shoulder. Suddenly a large howl was heard off in the distance they all stopped to listen. They left, quickly receding into the forest back to where ever it was they came. Rozny slowly, losing consciousness, knew he was going to be dead soon. His eyes shut; darkness finally had its cold dreadful hands upon him. Perhaps a part of him did die; perhaps a new part of him was born.
Rozny awoke to find himself alive. His wounds had mysteriously healed and his tunic was torn and covered in his dried blood. He got up and looked around blood, severed limbs, the chewed corpses that were once his parents; a horrible disgusting sight to see. Rozny grabbed his father's shield; he removed his father's arm from it, and grabbed his father’s blood drenched sword. He went outside the sun was centered in the sky about noon. The village looked similar to his own home, not a living person to be found, everyone was dead, killed in a horrible gruesome fashion. He grabbed a torch, lit it and set his house a blaze, a sad attempt at a funeral for his parents. Rozny left never to return to this place he once called his home.
He left attempting to follow the tracks of the beasts that had destroyed his home; the only thing on his mind revenge. Rozny however was no tracker, no hunter, just a simple farm boy. Soon he got lost and began to wander in the forest for days, no food, no water, the only thing on his mind the horrible things he had seen, had felt, and had done; the horrible mistake that cost his mother her life. He moved on, wanting nothing but vengeance and feeling nothing but hatred for those things. Rozny was no soldier or warrior it was clearly suicide if he were to even find them.
Eventually, he collapsed and there he thought for the second time he was dead. Rozny was found by a group of barbarians passing through the forest. They had saved him from his death this time. Since that day he has stayed with, and adopted the ways of his new family that he now calls the Rogin.
It seems however; no matter what he does he’ll never be able to escape that day. Every full moon his dreams are plagued with horrible nightmares as if he is reliving that awful night. These nightmares are never the same. The carnage he sees, the blood that’s spilt, and the faces seen. People he has never seen before dieing as if he is watching other villages, towns, and kingdoms being destroyed, the same as his own. He wakes up tired and sweaty his clothes somewhat torn as if he clawed at them in his sleep. Rozny doesn't know why he has these dreams; he only knows they mean something, something he may never know.
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Re: Story of Rozny
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Rozny hails from a small farm village. He is the only one to make it out alive after a vicious and ruthless attack was made on his village by ravenous wolf-like creatures that murdered his parents right before his very eyes. The beasts turned onto him biting his shoulder and clawing at his chest then as quickly as they came they left, leaving him dieing there. When he awoke his wounds had mysteriously healed. Rozny left and began to wonder the wilderness for days, and was eventually found by a group of barbarians known as the Rogin. He has been with them ever since fighting amongst his Rogin brethren for survival and the sheer taste of battle that he has grown accustomed to liking. However since the brutal massacre on his village he was left changed, craving meat constantly and having horrible grotesque nightmares on the nights of the full moons where he wakes up exhausted with claw marks on his clothing. He is aware that these “dreams” mean something as to what he may never know. To this day he still fights with his Rogin family wielding his father’s sword and shield the only thing left of his father’s he has left.
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