Mordare

It was like a disease, attracted to those who had suffered tragic traumas or seen horrible events take place. It was either become one of us or die, you were to decide immediately and not allowed to tell anyone or you and those that were told would be killed.
They who called themselves Mördare, could take a human form whenever they wanted but they could also take the form of the beast when they so choose, a form that they had to choose when they became a Mördare.
No one had a choice in the matter; if they seek you out it, is expected that you choose the correct choice. Not everyone knows about the truth of the Mördare, only stories and rumours. Being not believed to be real, they could do as they wished and what they wanted. This way they could take those who had been traumatised, they would begin by offering the victim a way out of their pain, by this tactic, most of them accepted almost straight away though there were those that were reluctant to accept this “gift”. For those who needed a little extra persuasion there was always the display of lost fingers and toes and sometimes even larger limbs though this rarely happened due to the fact that many people preferred death to having this unknown change bought upon them.
Once this change had been wrought upon the victim there was no changing back to their original form. Many people used this change of forms to their advantage wreaking revenge on those who had made their lives unbearable. All the time people were reported missing and lost and turning up dead a few days later with no explanation to the causes.
With this change came the ability to use magic, though many could only harness small amounts of energy at any one time it was still more than enough to kill an unsuspecting human, thereby leaving no trace of the cause of death. The beings that could harness more of the energy usually went crazy from the usage and had to be killed less they kill every on in the vicinity closest to them.
The Mördare did deals and bargains with the Faeran or Faery, allowing the Mördare to live without fear of being overrun like other lesser as well as greater creatures then themselves. The Faeran kind were the kings and queens of all immortal creatures as well as the non-immortal kind but they did not know that. The Faeran enjoyed helping the mortals with their problems but if the mortal could not keep their end of the bargain the mortal would be taken prisoner into the fair land of the Faeran or if the mortal had a child or children the oldest would be taken as the Faery loved children dearly, or if a child or mortal spied a Faery, that mortal would be taken as prisoner and be used in cruel experiments or kept as pets, especially the children as they provided much joy to the Faery, thus this story came about.
It was the eve of winter solstice, when a young girl, about seven and ten winters old, was dancing with her lover, when she spied a multitude of dancing colours and swirls over by the bushes, she turned to tell her lover, but when they turned back they had moved further away and it appeared that only she could see them. When her partner had gone to get them drinks she went to investigate the cause of the colours. When she got closer to the cause of investigation the colours went out and disappeared, she hurries back to where she was left and didn’t mention the colours again.
Several days after Winter Solstice, her mother became gravely ill, and had to stay in bed, while the house chores were done by her younger children while the ten and seven winter’s old girl, Sharina, prepared their meals and got their mothers vile concoctions prepared for consumption. These concoctions were supposed to be helping her mother but they seemed to be making her condition worse. After days of her frail condition worsening, Sharina decide to stop with the medicines that the travelling herbal woman had given her, and she seemed to start getting better, but then she completely went downhill from that point onwards.
In Ael, the month of spring, her mother past away in a bout of pain and horror. Sharina and her family were grief stricken for their lost mother and wife. The father had to work extra hard during these months to help provide for his family, Earnan, helped his countrymen in herding the flock of sheep and protected them, but he also was the village hunter. When he was not herding the sheep he would be out hunting or looking after his family.
Sharina continued seeing Eoin, her lover. One evening as they were walking by the lake, they heard a noise over near the bushes, Eoin went to go investigate what it was thinking that he would ensnare an unweary rabbit, never thinking that we would never see the love of his life ever again. After he had been gone about five or ten minutes Sharina went over to the cause of disturbance, but rather than seeing her love gutting and skinning some beast or other, she saw some beast or other gutting and skinning her lover. She could nor scream nor run, she was rooted to the spot by her fear, she could only stare on in horror at the foul beast the gorged itself on the flesh of what had once been Eoin of Winters green, the chief’s son.
Suddenly, the beast looked up wearily and looked towards the north where a noise was coming from. It was the sound of a hunting dog. When she heard it to, Sharina had not realised how long she had been gone from the town square and her family, they must have been worrying for some time before they sought the hunting dogs owner to help them find her. When she had looked back at the beast it had disappeared. She ran towards the noise. She thought she would see her family there waiting for her ready to greet her and take her home to comfort her, but no, it was not her family there waiting for her, it were three of the most fearsome of the Mördare, ready to take her and transform her into one of them. In her grief and confusion she didn’t hear what they were offering but she accepted it anyway, but as they took her away from Winters Green, she wiped away the tears on her tear stained face and looked back and gave a howl of confusion, anger and grief.
From that day on her family never saw Sharina Elswood ever again, and when the village of Winters green found the body of Eoin, they all gave up hope of finding their beloved Sharina, the jewel of the town.