Family histories

Ozthokk is not my name given to me at birth, but its the name given to me by a curse. although human in appearance, my soul is as cold as the distant north. I take only this shape to try and fit in with those whom dwell this world, but often find i am still an outsider. My past is but a distant thought, as my memory of it is very vague. the things i do remember, is that of a lovely young women. sitting at my bed side, she seems to be crying as she sings me a song of a beautiful summers day. I do not know if this women is my wife, sister or mother, all i know is that i felt safe, but soon that safety turned to ice and i found myself as an adult in the distant north, by myself and lost in mind not knowing who i was and where i came from, but soon i saw a figure, my vision was blurred, so i was and still am unsure what i saw, but i heard a females voice say the name Ozthokk. soon my vision became clear and i came to find that my flesh was as blue as the ice that surrounded me and i was not cold. for long after that day, i wondered this world trying to find who i once was. I may never know. written by Ozthokk