Matter, Form, and Privation

Story by Domenika Marzione | Art by Anna Luna


She'd heard rumors as a child; they all had. Koreos, living ghosts. Those taken by the Wraith and returned to the world of men changed. Marked. Cursed. Where they went the Wraith followed, but they could not die by the Wraith's hand. They brought death to all who saw them, all who helped them, and so they stayed away and died alone, forsaken by man and the Ancestors alike.

"Wraith take you," was how you cursed someone. But that really wasn't the curse it was made out to be. True damnation didn't come with being taken by the Wraith.

It's what happened when they gave you back.

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21 August, 2006