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:3 Kinda like how he came out, I don't tend to make characters often!

The Curse of Lochlann (small cruddy story) ~~

Some time in the 18th century, Lochlann was a human male, his human name was Henry. He was
17 years old. He was the man of the house, having lost his father to illness, with four sisters and a baby brother and an elderly mother Henry Had to provide for
The family. Avalei, an old and seemingly ageless woman who lived at the other end of the village, known for her blooming flowers and flourishing crops even during the coldest winters had been keeping a strong eye on Henry. She knew the family where struggling to survive despite Henrys hard work. The little money he was able to get seemed to give him bad luck. The cow he had managed to afford died the day after purchasing it. The seeds he had bought after that where devoured by slugs. A day came when Avalei walked into her garden. She saw several chickens missing, her crops where ripped from the ground. It just so happened to be the day that Henry was walking past her garden.
She questioned him, suspicious of his antics. He was calm and not afraid of the old lady, telling her he had been to market but not been able to afford the pennies for the loaf of bread. She asked him about the missing chickens and corn, and didn’t believe his honest answer.
Still, she invited him inside. And locked the door. Henry sat on the small wooden chair, waiting for the jug of Ale she had promised him for all his bad luck.

“I know you stole me belongings Henry. I don’t approve of stealing…Nor do I believe in the petty punishment of being hung.” He pleaded his case but it fell on deaf ears.
“I don’t like liars Henry.”
The large black pot in the corner of the room’s contents bubbled, and hissed as some of the luminous liquids splattered into the fire below. He had simply assumed the woman had been making a broth, but had never smelled a thing. She walked over to him and began whispering words so quiet he couldn’t hear, her words dancing in his head. Taking a ladle she poured some of the warm liquid into a jug and handed it to him and he had eagerly drank it down, the warmth of the summer fuelling his thirst; her whispers died down slowly, She had finished her quiet verses and spoke at a normal level, but the words of her poem still spinning in his head (as if a tape recorder was being played.) “I know what you’ve done. And I won’t have it Henry. You will take you medicine, your punishment. The family you stole for will never see you again, and you, you will be banished. You’ll never have communication with another living being again. You’ll be surrounded by lonely waters, trapped in a body that will live forever. A body no one would ever understand, a cage there is no key to. You’ll walk the bed of the lake forever more, tormented, a wandering soul”
Henry had never stolen in his entire life.
Henrys family never saw him again… No one did.

Text and art (C) Myself. No using etc etc

Description
:3 Kinda like how he came out, I don't tend to make characters often!

The Curse of Lochlann (small cruddy story) ~~

Some time in the 18th century, Lochlann was a human male, his human name was Henry. He was
17 years old. He was the man of the house, having lost his father to illness, with four sisters and a baby brother and an elderly mother Henry Had to provide for
The family. Avalei, an old and seemingly ageless woman who lived at the other end of the village, known for her blooming flowers and flourishing crops even during the coldest winters had been keeping a strong eye on Henry. She knew the family where struggling to survive despite Henrys hard work. The little money he was able to get seemed to give him bad luck. The cow he had managed to afford died the day after purchasing it. The seeds he had bought after that where devoured by slugs. A day came when Avalei walked into her garden. She saw several chickens missing, her crops where ripped from the ground. It just so happened to be the day that Henry was walking past her garden.
She questioned him, suspicious of his antics. He was calm and not afraid of the old lady, telling her he had been to market but not been able to afford the pennies for the loaf of bread. She asked him about the missing chickens and corn, and didn’t believe his honest answer.
Still, she invited him inside. And locked the door. Henry sat on the small wooden chair, waiting for the jug of Ale she had promised him for all his bad luck.

“I know you stole me belongings Henry. I don’t approve of stealing…Nor do I believe in the petty punishment of being hung.” He pleaded his case but it fell on deaf ears.
“I don’t like liars Henry.”
The large black pot in the corner of the room’s contents bubbled, and hissed as some of the luminous liquids splattered into the fire below. He had simply assumed the woman had been making a broth, but had never smelled a thing. She walked over to him and began whispering words so quiet he couldn’t hear, her words dancing in his head. Taking a ladle she poured some of the warm liquid into a jug and handed it to him and he had eagerly drank it down, the warmth of the summer fuelling his thirst; her whispers died down slowly, She had finished her quiet verses and spoke at a normal level, but the words of her poem still spinning in his head (as if a tape recorder was being played.) “I know what you’ve done. And I won’t have it Henry. You will take you medicine, your punishment. The family you stole for will never see you again, and you, you will be banished. You’ll never have communication with another living being again. You’ll be surrounded by lonely waters, trapped in a body that will live forever. A body no one would ever understand, a cage there is no key to. You’ll walk the bed of the lake forever more, tormented, a wandering soul”
Henry had never stolen in his entire life.
Henrys family never saw him again… No one did.

Text and art (C) Myself. No using etc etc