In the magical realm of Ascalon, Sir Gideon Crestfall was celebrated as a legendary warrior whose blade had turned the tide of countless battles.
Yet beneath his fame hid a devastating secret: every full moon, he transformed into a savage beast consumed by bloodlust.
The curse began during the war against the northern barbarians.
In a moment of ruthless fury, Gideon executed a shaman adorned in furs and bones — unknowingly the son of Lunara, the Moon Goddess.
With his dying breath, the shaman cursed Gideon with lycanthropy.
When the first full moon rose, agony tore through Gideon.
His bones cracked, his body twisted, and a monstrous beast emerged.
His companions bound him with enchanted silver chains in a lonely tower, praying dawn would restore him.
Morning brought relief, but only temporary.
Each new moon, the beast grew stronger, eventually breaking free and vanishing into the wilds, leaving terror in its wake.
Desperate for a cure, Gideon sought the hermit Allaric in the depths of Whisperwood.
The ancient sage studied forbidden texts for weeks before offering two vials — one shimmering silver, the other dark as midnight.
“Drink the silver,” Allaric said.
“It will weaken the curse, though some of the beast’s power may remain.”
Gideon hesitated, fearing the loss of his legendary strength.
But as the moon approached and the rage stirred within, he drank.
The transformation came violently.
Instead of a mindless monster, Gideon became a powerful, bestial hybrid — faster, stronger, and tormented by overwhelming bloodlust.
Fighting the urge to slaughter, he staggered toward a nearby village where the healer’s daughter stood defenseless.
In the moonlit clearing, chaos erupted.
As the beast within him surged forward, a blinding light split the sky.
A regal figure in flowing white robes appeared — Lunara herself, the Moon Goddess.
Her voice thundered like the moon’s own wrath.
“You slew my son.
You carry my gift.
You were meant to join the Wild Hunt and bring balance through death.”
She offered Gideon a choice: embrace the full curse and ride eternally as a divine beast, or reject it and live as a haunted mortal.
Torn between power and humanity, Gideon wavered.
Before he could answer, Lunara raised her staff and made the choice for him.
Gideon roared as the full curse took hold.
His body transformed into a magnificent werewolf of immense power.
At his command, giant wolves with eyes of fire rose from the forest.
Side by side with Lunara, he led the Wild Hunt across the night sky, delivering death to those who deserved it.
For years, Gideon became a feared legend — the Wolf Lord.
Yet every full moon, he remembered the life he had lost.
One night, as the hunt raged, he confessed his turmoil to Lunara.
He could not abandon his love for mortals despite the pain he had caused them.
Lunara, moved by his struggle, nodded with understanding.
Using her divine power, she severed part of the curse.
Gideon could now summon the beast at will, wielding its strength when needed, but he would no longer be its slave under the full moon.
Freed from endless torment, Gideon became a true guardian of Ascalon — a noble warrior who walked between man and beast.
His tale endures as a legend: even the darkest curses can be overcome when one finds the courage to accept their true self.
