The night it all started

we are all monsters whether we openly show it or we hide in the shadows, whether we acknowledge it or are in denial whether we are aware of it or not

My name is Tyler I was once known as Tyler Beasly but now I am Tyler a Huntsman and this is my story , the tale of a Huntsman.

My story began in the kingdom of Greylan. I lived deep the northern woods in a small village far from the capital with my family and neighbours.

The kingdom was stuck in an eternal winter some claim the land was cursed by an evil warlock but they were just myth.

I remember that night clearly the night when I lost everything and started my journey as a Huntsman.

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The village was in a joyful mood, a large bonfire lit in the centre of the village and all this was to celebrate me. I had just turned 12 and in our culture 12 was the age when one officially became an adult.

The men of the village drunk and made merry the women were singing and dancing round the fire.

"Hahaha you're finally one of us brat." Hogün spoke he was a friendly man, clad in his fur coat he looked more bulky than he actually was, he had dirty blond hair and his beard was braided.

He reached out to ruffle my hair but I was quick to escape " you can't do that to me anymore uncle Hogün. " I spoke defiantly and puffed my chest out trying to seem more manly than I actually was.

"Oh! and why is that huh?" he had a playful look in his deep blue eyes as he waited for my answer I hit my chest and smiled proudly " I'm a man now." Hogün looked at me with a look as though he was seriously contemplating what I said before nodding and handing me a mug filled with milk.

"here you are young man." I smiled thinking I had made my point and drunk the milk "did you enjoy your milk" "mhm" I wiped out the milk mustache from my face when all the men including Hogün began began laughing uncontrollably.

I was still confused when Hogün reached out again ruffling my hair when he spoke " Grown men don't drink milk brat." when he said that it hit me, he tricked me. I rushed towards him he just held me back with one hand drinking his ale with his other hand whilst I was swinging my arms wildly in the air it was comical really.

"Alright Hogün let the boy go you've had your fun." a voice interrupted us and caused Hogün to let me go but my built up force caused me to fall right when a hand reached out and caught me by the scruff of my clothes I turned only to realise it was my father.

My father stood tall at the height of 6 ft 4 he was extremely built his long brown hair flowing to his back along with his goatee he probably looked fierce but to me he was my father.

"Father..." " you're a man now don't let others bully you. " he said with his fatherly smile before turning to the others get some ale for my son for today he is a man, today he is one of us causing all the men to celebrate before they passed me a mug which burned my throat as it went through cause my face to change everyone began laughing when they saw that the loudest being Hogün.

I had no idea that would be the last time I saw any of them.