by AB KING
He reigned for three hundred years over a forest that wanted him dead. Alone. So strong that nothing dared approach him anymore. So alone that he ended up hating his own strength. So he abandoned everything. To be reborn. Weak. Human. In the womb of a woman the world said was cursed and barren for eleven years. What he did not know was that her barrenness was not a misfortune. It was a seal. And those who placed it have just felt it break.
