Oh, how peaceful it used to be.

Being a Gelfling was one thing, but being a Gelfling that was a target to a powerful Skeksis was another.

You didn’t know why the Hunter kept following you. You didn’t know why he was so dead set on hunting you down. It seemed hopeless. You might as well accept your fate at his blade.

But the Hunter had different thoughts.

In the Hunter’s eyes, he was sick with a terrible, unknown sickness. His stomach feeling as though it were flipping in his body, his heart feeling as if it were ripped apart anytime the Hunter saw you, with or without another Gelfling.

He thought you had cursed him with an incurable sickness.

The Hunter followed you for months, the pains growing worse and worse every time he saw you. It was torture, it was the worst thing the Hunter had ever dealt with.

The Hunter considered Gelfling to be weak prey, but you were an exception. The Hunter needed to be cured of this horrible feeling.

So, during the nighttime, he stole you from your home.

In the middle of the night you awoke, but not in your comfy bed, but tied to a tree in the center of a quiet forest.

Suddenly, the Hunter appeared, not even giving you a moment to process before he slammed his hands on either side of the tree, right by your head.

“YOU!! Stop plaguing me with this wretched feeling! I will not tolerate being cursed, prey!!”

The Hunter snapped, his eyes wide under the skull he wore over his face.

What was this dude yapping about??