Scott Willow

Scott Willow wasn't like the other guys, at sixteen he was more into poetry and books than girls and cars. He was always being picked on because of this. But of all things, his favorite thing to do was to watch horror movies. He loved horror, his favorite author was Edgar Allen Poe, because he was so dark and disturbing. Scott loved to scare others, when he was six, he was the kid who ate paste, not because he liked it, but because it disgusted the other children. By the time he was sixteen, he was mostly depressed. He had tried to kill himself five times. But when he was sixteen, he found true magic, and regained something he never truly had, his childhood.

His life had reached had reached the breaking point, and it seemed to him that he was the one who was going to break. His mother had committed suicide when he was two, and his father had hated him ever since. It seemed to Scott that every day, his father would beat him, he never let up. Any time Scott thought his life might be stable, something awful would happen, and he would get hit again and again. Then one day, it had all gone downhill. Scott had been late to school, found out that his only real friend was moving away, and had gotten beaten up in the hall. Then, on the way home, he thought he saw something moving in the woods, he thought he saw an incredibly beautiful blue woman, dancing out in the woods. He started to head into the woods, but he realized he was already late, and that if he wasted any more time, his father would kill him. As it was, Tom Willow was already looking to teach his son a lesson. The boy had to learn that life was all about pain, just like he had when his father would beat him after school...

"Why were you late from school snot?" the huge bear of a man asked.

Scott fumbled for an excuse. "I, uhm, I had to stay after school." He knew that the excuse wasn't going to work, but he didn't want his dad to laugh at him by telling him about what he thought he saw. He braced for the inevitable blow to come, but miraculously it didn't...instead, Tom turned around, grunted, and staggered back inside. Scott let out a sigh that sounded like a hurricane. He had been saved by some miracle! Scott didn't believe in God, but right then, he may have reconsidered. Scott victoriously entered the house, completely unprepared for what would follow...

Scott's room was destroyed...books were torn and thrown about, all of his prize collections broken and discarded on the floor. The models that he had spent so much time laboring on, were crushed, countless volumes of his best poetry thrown away. Scott clenched his fists in rage, he wanted to pay his father back for all of the pain and hatred that he had visited upon Scott in the course of sixteen long, painful years. Every time he would mock Scott, or hit him, or subject him to some new and terrible degradation. Scott never could find the strength to fight back. He was terrified of his father, because even though, he beat him, his dad provided the only stability in his life. But now, after all this, Scott wanted to kill him, he wanted to just unleash all his anger and destroy his dad outright. He turned around to finally confront his dad, and to his surprise, found him standing there, laughing at him. Tears of blind rage welled up in Scott's eyes as he lunged at his father. He struck him in the jaw, and Tom bellowed out in rage and threw his son against the wall. He was going to teach his son a lesson he would never forget. With one meaty fist, Tom sent a crushing blow to his son, striking him in the nose. He felt a satisfying crunch as fists connected with bone. Then he kicked him, again and again. Scott felt his insides pop, and felt his bones begin to turn to mush, he tried to move, but found he couldn't, then he saw his father's powerful fist descend once more, and all was blackness...

Much to his surprise, Scott awoke. He found himself in the woods alone. He felt twisted and broken inside, and he didn't think he could move at all, but he had survived somehow. He had a vague recollection of being moved, but by whom, he couldn't fathom. He knew his father wouldn't have moved him, he saw in his eyes that he had meant to kill him. Then, Scott heard the sound of dry leaves being trampled underfoot as someone approached. Scott saw a beautiful woman, with blue skin, and incredible blond hair emerge from the forest. But at the same time, he also saw a girl about his age, she was tall, although not as tall as the woman. The odd thing was, he saw the two forms superimposed on each other, as if he were seeing the same vision, but through different eyes. Scott struggled to speak, and felt great pain around his throat. "Shhh, don't try to speak, your throat has nearly been crushed." said the enchanting woman. At the woman-girl's words, he felt incredible peace. She then placed a delicate, although large hand upon him, and he felt wounds closing, healing, Even though he didn't understand what was happening, he felt as if this was a familliar experience to him. He then looked at his body, and saw that it had changed. His skin was almost as pale as bone, and it was stretched tight and thin. His limbs felt slightly rubbery and were oily to the touch. "W-what has happened to me?" he gasped fearfully, though his voice sounded faint and distant, as if he could barely speak at all.

The woman regarded him carefully, and then said "You have awoken from a great slumber, Scott. You are about to learn of your true nature, your birthright. You are a changeling, a faerie, clothed in flesh. We are called Kithain. I am a troll, one of our kind's warriors, and guardians. You, on the other hand, are a sluagh, one of the mysterious quiet ones."