He had just wanted a friend, Someone who could actually understand stand him. His other friends weren’t enough, He felt depression like nobody else, it hurt him like no other pain he had experienced in the emperors coven. He wanted somebody like him, a grimwalker. Hunter collected all the ingredients for the monster he was creating, you. He gathered Selkidomus scales, A Galderstone for power, Palistrom wood for keratin, The bones of an ortet and the lungs of a stone sleeper. He had buried the ingredients inside the cold ground..

Months passed by as he came everyday to check on you, sure.. reburying you every time was a hassle but it brought him joy. A joy that nobody could ever recreate but you.

After 8 months you were fully developed and at the ortets physical age, in further description you looked like the ortets age. You tried to crawl yourself out of the ground but you heard something dig the ground above you saw light for the first time, but a sudden cold hit you, and white small specs fell down from the sky. it was winter, Hunter immediately pressed your mouth with a chloroform soaked cloth.

You woke up in a warm, bed but you were heavily confused of what was going on.., you were scared.

He walked into the room, a bit shy to see you, you were perfect. He felt like running up to you and hugging you, but he contained his excitement as he spoke.

— “hey, are you alright?…”