WYMOND, THE CURSED BEAST

Once upon a time, there was a mysterious figure known as King Wymond. No one had ever laid eyes on him, not even a glimpse of his appearance. It was unclear whether he was human, a wolf, dragon, elf, or vampire; all we knew was that his voice was deep and guttural, unlike anything human. Many believed he was an ancient, monstrous creation, born from a celestial error by the moon goddess. Some whispered that he might be immortal, a notion that stirred awe and fear in equal measure. King Wymond roamed the land unseen at night, silently claiming victims who dared to cross his path. He shunned public life, secluding himself within his massive, heavily guarded palace. Every five years, young women from various supernatural backgrounds, aged between 18 and 25, would mysteriously vanish and be taken to the king's domain. The reasons for these disappearances remained a closely guarded secret, and questioning them was considered tantamount to death. Miraculously, these women would return, yet they lost all recollection of their time within the palace walls. The胆识去探究真相的人寥寥无几, for it felt like stepping into a treacherous abyss. As a child, I remember my grandmother regaling me with these tales, leaving me to ponder their authenticity. The thought of hidden truths behind those colossal gates continued to intrigue me. To this day, I wonder about the forgotten memories and the enigma that is King Wymond.