A lone man wanders.
An abandoned desert town…
There is evil here.

Wait…people emerge.
They come out trembling with fear.
Recite their story.

Once there was a boy.
Unremarkable young man,
simple, kind, friendly.

Always wore a smile.
His family had perished,
raised by the village.

One day went to hunt.
Gone for days, the town worried.
but then he returned.

He was not well, sick.
He was bitten by a beast,
his body in pain.

They gave medicine.
Tended his wounds…cared for him.
None of it worked though.

Then the full moon came.
He cried…begged for forgiveness.
It did not matter.

His body breaking,
bones contorting violently,
he then begged for death.

But death did not come.
Something else… Ancient evil.
Unspeakable Fear.

No longer a man.
Instead, he became the Beast.
Vile…Hungry for Blood.

A wicked monster.
Unimaginable fear.
An endless torment.

A purest evil.
Insatiable appetite.
Feasts on souls and bones.

They finish their tale.
They weep… No hope remains here.
A story of loss.

Bound by his duty.
These villagers need his help.
Honorable task.

A dangerous plan.
Irresponsible. Insane.
Absolute madness.

Night…Beast approaches.
A trap springs, but too early.
Misses the monster.

Now needs a new plan.
Reevaluate attack.
A new strategy.

The beast then attacks.
Evasion, dodging sharp claws.
On the Defensive.

A fierce engagement.
Underestimated foe.
Hope diminishing.

A violent assault.
Crimson blood stains desert sand.
Fatally injured.

The man has a plan,
yet it is not a good one.
Desperate measures.

A relocation.
Desolate abandoned house.
Implement a new plan.

A final resort.
An empty home, with a twist.
Filled with gunpowder.

The blade strikes stone…flames rise.
The beast is wary of fire.
Opportunity.

Desperate attack.
Yet unsuccessful.
The Beast was amused.

The Beast gripped his neck.
It lifted his body then.
Critical mistake.

A desperate plan.
Victory at any cost.
One single recourse.

Perfect position
pulled the beast towards his body.
Close enough to kill. V

His blade’s final act.
Heart of man and fiend pierced through.
Flames surrounding them.

Blood drips against wood.
Two bodies burn.. both of man.
The curse now lifted.

Inferno rages.
Now two souls depart in flames.
Final sacrifice.

The villagers wept.
Hope. Victory. Salvation.
The cost excessive.

Souls righteous and pure,
The courageous warrior.
The boy they had raised.

Remembered in death.
Taken from this world too soon.
Now with ancestors.

Never Forgotten.
Now…not remembered as men.
Instead as Legend.