is a legend of the boy who was both cursed and blessed with the names, “The Anonymous and The Marauder; Death’s Assassin”. A merciless protector beyond human comprehension.

lf that bravery, power, gree

huddled by their fireplaces. In the small street of Brannon, a street situated to the north at the very edge of the city next to the railway, Howard Eriksson, a frail old man was

h the snowstorms came rain and with the rain came powerful rainstorms

that time was 38. A retired boxer for 37 years, his house was separated from all the other houses. The houses in Bradwield were grouped together except for this house in which Howard lived. His house had a small yard and porch and it was definitely humble enough for a man of his status. He had no garden or even a small rose bush to cheer up his home. It

w sitting in his rocking chair, his frail old hands clasped around a coffee mug. He had some kind of f

n was running in the s

to her cries. Some people could not hear her because of the noise of the sto

insist, ‘My water

rd her and opened his door calling out to her. ‘Ov

The woman collapsed onto the carpet, her back against the foot of Howard’s rocking chair, gaspin

se and also in regret. ‘Well congratulations

long way. My husband burned down t

And you just watched him? And besides th

to think and he was hot on my trail…But please…’ she panted ev

y all this. He had had no children with Patricia and the request this woman was asking was an impossi

stairs to his bathroom and grabbed his towel then rushed back downstairs, his hands holding a large plastic

aging her but had little ide

ked like it was shriveled, like when one keeps their fingers and toes submerged in a hot tub for too l

eared his throat, ‘…what are you going to call it…I mean, him?’ He asked her quietly, his question though was almost drowned by the baby’s deafening cries. The woman

k you”, and then she breathed her

She had long beautiful blonde hair and her dress was visibly a frock. Her feet were bare and looked like they had endured an arduous journey but she looked peacef

okay,’ he comforted him, ‘Daddy’s go