the curse of dark mountain

The night was cold and crisp and clear compared to much of the rest of the world. Erys had been told that it was supposed to be warmer this time of year, but it seemed the volcano had thrown everything awry. Erystotle was still sure it was because of him. He was cursed, and with Lydia giving her life to save his own the curse had manifested much more strongly in the eruption. Pyrrhic lost his father all because Erys couldn’t make himself say no.

The thin legged boy walked over the dormant moss as the stones glittered in the moonlight. His head hung shoulder height and his tail at his hips. He had to find the one who rescued him, it was time to admit his guilt and take his punishment. Erystotle leaned back on his haunches, his mind a blur with everything he was going to say to the older boy in the morning. If he ever got any sleep tonight that was.

For a long moment he debated about just running, but that wasn’t fair to Pyrrhic or the rest of his followers. Erys felt more than indebted to the Abraxas Lord, he had to make up for his curse. He didn’t have a huge skillset but there had to be something he could help with. If Pyrr even allowed him to stay.. The boy sighed heavily again, his future still uncertain.