Gareth
Human-Groundhog-Human
Victim of Helyn
He was once a valiant knight, a warrior,
But during his turning a scavenger.
The times of the Knights were dying,
He had but one quest,
To obtain the crystal canary,
Which flit free through the countryside.
Once caged, the canary proved a source
The source for ultimate power.
Many also sought the canary,
None for a meaning so true as his.
He wished to find it, catch it alive,
Cage it and set it away to rest.
Bury the cage in a tomb, perhaps,
Or maybe encase it in stone.
However he knew he would not rest
Until the canary was gone.
He offered his services to the king
Of a warring nation he preferred not to serve,
Made off with the money in pursuit of the bird
With no intentions to ever return.
Another sought to cage the canary,
And use it's power for all her might.
Her name was Helyn, she was a witch
She followed him into the woods one night
And there the glowing bird did sit,
Just out of his hands grasp,
He muttered it's name, "Tyr"
Before doing the task.
As soon as the canary
Was inside the cage
Out from the bushes
Appeared that bitch mage
She sent unto him
A bolt of stark light
It hit him in the face
Suddenly his chest felt tight
As he heard glass break,
A roar escaped his lips,
It morphed into a squeak,
That felt strange on his lips.
The warrior looked up,
And his vision was sad,
There went the canary,
It seemed pretty mad.
In all the commotion,
The bird had escaped,
It flew into the night
Unharmed, unscathed.
"Damn!" Helyn proclaimed,
Shooting a look at our hero,
"Hm," she said with slight pleasure,
"Now you're just a zero.
Good luck returning to your land with the tale
Of how I defeated you, of how evil prevails.
While I follow your tracks,
And hunt down Tyr
You'll be trapped on the ground,"
She said with a leer.
"And good luck to you,
Avoiding the beasts.
Toodle-oo, groundhog deary,
I'm off to the feasts!"
And so she was off,
To the Kingdom of our Knight,
Bearing the gift of the bird,
But prepared for a fight.
As soon as the ceremony was about to begin,
Out from nowhere, armed with a knife and some gin,
She blinded the King, and then stabbed the Queen,
Seizing the Kingdom,
And ruling evil supreme.
He now wanders the land,
Seeking revenge,
Seeking the Tyr,
Seeking his end.
Her curse made him immortal,
You see, he can't die,
And for this, he'll kill Helyn,
Or at least he'll try.
Eight hundred years had passed,
He entered a City Weird.
It was called Wing City,
It seemed nothing to be feared.
As he walked along the streets,
No strangers stared him down.
They seemed to not mind a groundhog,
This was indeed a strange town.
After travelling the streets so far,
He came to a building grubby and warm.
It turned out to be a bar,
And no-one inside meant him any harm.
A stranger helped him climb a stool tall,
Where he fell fast asleep.
He awoke the next day, feeling very small,
But another stranger he did meet.
Her name was Tyliand she was a squirrel,
He loved her off the bat.
They talked for a moment, without quarrel,
And he was happy about that.
Enter Irahel, minion to the witch,
And he froze in fright.
Tylioffered escape in a stitch,
And they went together into the night.[/center]