Prologue- The Hunger

His eyes, burning in the dark were a stark contrast to the frigid landscape he was stuck in. The ribbon he was bound in hundreds of years ago still hold him, keeping him forever bound to the spot in which he was betrayed by the very ones he had come to trust. His list for vengeance was overpowering, even by just entering into the mountains that were his prison, many had gone mad from the hate permeating the forest and mountains that had come into being while he was trapped there. His name was that of death and doom, Fenrir.