I suppose the best place to start is at the beggining, I come from the norse people. My name is ...or was Gunnar the name my father gave me means warrior in hopes that I would one day be a great one. Our home had been plagued disaster,disease, famine all those wonderful things hit our island, but stories were told by an explorer that there was a land where all were healthy ,disease a foreign concept the people stronger,faster. The survivors from our island left immediately. For many days we sailed those days stretched into months that lasted an eternity. Finally we reached land. I relished the feeling of solid ground but we had no time to rest and continued our journey on foot. Our great people had been reduced to wandering nomads searching for a home. So long it was before we saw people but they weren't anything like us. Dark skinned and strong lithe bodies they smiled and put down their weapons in peace. Our explorer stepped forward to the leader of the natives, followed their example. Apparently in his travels he'd learned to speak their language. After a few words the natives rushed forward to help us. I was amazed at how freindly they'd been to us what have we ever done to help them?do they owe us a debt? Vidarr(the explorer) turned to us.

"MY FREINDS" ,he yelled "WE HAVE FOUND OUR NEW HOME"!

We all erupted in applause hugging eachother in joy. Finally we were home. They brought us to their village where they all came to greet us, the old the young women and children especially ran forward to greet us. The next months we learned from eachother, our children played. It was better than a dream. Many wed with the natives our languages melded quickly and soon we could all talk and understand one another. I considered them all my family,there was peace bewtween all of us except on one night every moon cycle. With all their good traits there was a bad one. On the night when the moon was biggest they told us that many of them changed into monsters. Giant wolves the product of a curse on all of them. Every month on that night we locked our doors,boarded our windows and covered our ears trying to shield ourselves from the noise of the monsters running rampant howling and snarling...hunting. Next morning we'd all act as if nothing had happened. One night though a boy went to watch them not believing their stories wanting to see for himself. That night the peace bewtween us and the wolf-men broke. His body was brought back to the village mangled and torn bleeding but his blood had already run cold...the boy was dead ...my freind was dead,murdered by his own curiosity. His brother screamed out for help yelling in grief before finally collapsing sobbing with no shame as to who might see him. The first to run out of the house was his mother she shrieked at the sight of her child bawling. After her came the rest of the family following their mother.

"WHO DID THIS"? she shrieked "WHO"? Her temporary anger died down and grief took over once more.

I'm so sorry. We just wanted to see them turn we didnt know mother...we didnt know. He pulled his legs up and curled up into a ball.
There was a witch nearby her name was Aiana.

"Please"! the mother begged do something.

I'm sorry. He's gone. Her face showed dissapoinment.

The village was shaken by the incident. The people were no longer one family. We stayed away from them, all of us were afraid of them and there power which we only seemed to realise now. Their warnings were not taken seriously and we payed the price. The family that had lost their son had already lost one child in our home island. Now another. I payed my respects to them i felt bad for them mostly for Klaus for it was his fault that his brother was killed he could have stopped Henrik but he didnt. Michael's grief was short-lived and changed to blind rage. He had an idea - to be better in every way than the wolves. Faster,stronger, etc. but such magic had a price as all magic does. Michael turned to his wife. After this i dont know what happened. Rebekha had kept me informed we were the dearest of freinds. More than that we were betrothed to eachother. It was weeks before I saw her again but she wasn't the same. The tribe feared her and her siblings my parents withdrew the betrothal ,but i didnt care she was my freind wether my parents aproved or not.

"Gunnar you truly are my only freind" she said

"And i will always be"

Tears threatened to push out of her eyes. "no you won't i will never grow old or have your children. Forever i will look like this."

I was shocked by her words. I got up and ran away.