Settling down further in his seat, Silas nursed his drink as he listened to Saaleha. His nerves weren’t as on edge as they had been just a few moments ago now since she was more than a few feet away. Living in solitude didn’t really help much with learning how to handle people getting into his personal space.
It was a fascinating tale, one that drew him in the moment she mentioned she encountered another person at the merry-go-round. Especially when she mentioned that part of the other person’s face fell off.
Undead were unpredictable, nasty business. Popular media did the undead little justice in their portrayals. They were just as complex and dangerous as they were when alive, if not more so in some cases. She called this person a zombie ghost, but Silas suspected they may have been something else. Zombie ghost just doesn’t make any sense. And the fact that ashes were left after the werewolf demolished them? Hmm.
He had heard of people being blessed with powers against the supernatural, but hadn’t really given it much thought. Not for a long time, anyways. With very few threats against his life, Silas did not feel compelled to research possible enemies. But maybe now since he met Saaleha, he might start digging around for more information. He could always ask her, but sometimes it was best to get several different accounts.
“You’re fortunate to be alive. Werewolves are extremely dangerous and unpredictable. It was obviously after whoever else you encountered though, and you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe the right place at the right time? It depends on how you look at it, yeah?” he commented. It barely registered in his mind that she might still be shook up from the encounter.
“I guess it’s time for me to tell a story. I do not know where I came from, or what I really am. All I remember is waking up on the Faeroe Islands. As I already said outside, I was once nothing but a wild monster that thought nothing more than hunting, killing, and sleeping. The birds there were my usual game, but once humans began to settle on the island they...maybe I should stop there.” He was sitting in front of a human, after all. It wasn’t very often he spoke of his history, and sometimes he forgot to be considerate of who he was speaking to.
“Anyways, I eventually found my way to the mainland. It wasn’t an easy task for something like me, but I managed. Over time, I became something of a legend. A story to scare children not to wander into the woods alone. There was a road that cut through my forest. Sometimes, I would mislead people off the path and get them lost. I would make them wander around for some time before I approached them. Sometimes I would let them leave, sometimes not.
“Eventually a wizard approached me. He sought to find the truth, and allowed me to mislead him off the path and towards me. But his mind resisted from breaking. I had never met someone else who could do that. He found me entertaining, and captured me with his magic.
“He thought he could make a man out of a monster. And who knows? Maybe he did. I’m a product of his teachings and experiments. He taught me everything I know about being human and how to perform magic. As for you using magic, I don’t know if that would work. You’ve already been given a different kind of power. I don’t know how the two would react. Uh. Next question?”