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Artwork made by Jalohauki for my Elsanna fanfiction - Winter Flower

“Call for help, cry and flee

Still you cannot hide from ME

No matter how fast your flight

All of you‘ll feel my blade’s bite

It brings justice – keen and swift

For those like you quick death is gift“

The story of how poor sir Wilhelm de Mornay became the Headless Horseman that terrorizes the people of Willowdale is a tragic one.

Living in Willowdale at a young age Wilhelm had always a talent for poetry and his love for the natural beauty of the world as well as resentment to violence earned him much ridicule around the village.

The only soul that loved him for who he was, was the mayor's daughter Grace. Her father however forbade their relationship, despising Wilhelm for the peace-lover he was.

When war came to their land, the king looked for every able bodied man that would want to join the fight to protect their homeland. Seeing this as an opportunity to get rid of Wilhelm, Grace's father told him that if he would enlist and come back, Grace would become his wife.

The young poet had no desire to fight but his love for Grace forced him to act against his believes and so he did as Grace’s father demanded.

By some strange twist of fate however, the peace-loving Wilhelm turned out to have quite the talent for the art of combat and quickly rose through the ranks thanks to his feats on the battlefield. He held nothing but resentment towards his actions, but all he did he did with the thought of returning to his beloved.

After years of bloody conflict, during which Wilhelm was granted knighthood for his service, the tide of war finally turned and they took the war to the enemy’s soil. Wilhelm’s leadership secured them a swift and astounding victory in the very first siege.

However everything changed when the king ordered the people of the conquered city to be butchered to the last, as a retaliation for all the years of war their countrymen brought upon his kingdom.

It is said that when Wilhelm saw his own men slaughtering innocent women and children he had realized that they were no better than the murderous invaders they fought and in that moment all the years of killing and war finally caught up with him.

The knight had lost his mind and in with mad laughter and creepy rhymes on his lips he had turned on his comrades as well as anyone he could get his hands on before he was overcome and decapitated.

The king send his body and head back to his home with the word of what happened and Grace’s father was the first one to shame the memory of Wilhelm, making everyone in the town resent his memory for the last act of his life. Everyone except Grace.

It is said that she had mourned his loss so deeply that on Spirits' Eve she tried to bring her beloved one back with the help of a grimoire she had bought from an old hag that was passing through the town.

The young girl presumably dug up Wilhelm’s grave and stole his head so she could perform a ritual to bring him back but she was caught in the middle of it and cast out by her father, never to return.

Later that evening the Headless Horseman came for the first time, riding on a steed made of shadow and smoke, branding a flaming sword and on that day he casted a curse on our town that remains to this day.

“For years I’ve been wronged, for peace I have longed.

But now that my life is lost, all of you shall pay the cost!

Each Spirits’ Eve I shall ride, with fire my pride.

The nights shall be filled with screams, my laughter shall be heard in your dreams.

This curse I do vow, it begins tonight! Here and now!

I shall pillage burn and kill, all done with a thrill.

A monster you’ve made! Now fear me, be afraid!”

And every Spirits’ Eve he rides again, killing mercilessly anyone who he comes across, too mad to recognize friend from foe – he now sees everyone as evil. Now skip to four hundred years later when an Apprentice from the Order of Sorcerers comes to Willowdale to free them of the curse that had been tormenting them for so long.

Description

Artwork made by Jalohauki for my Elsanna fanfiction - Winter Flower

“Call for help, cry and flee

Still you cannot hide from ME

No matter how fast your flight

All of you‘ll feel my blade’s bite

It brings justice – keen and swift

For those like you quick death is gift“

The story of how poor sir Wilhelm de Mornay became the Headless Horseman that terrorizes the people of Willowdale is a tragic one.

Living in Willowdale at a young age Wilhelm had always a talent for poetry and his love for the natural beauty of the world as well as resentment to violence earned him much ridicule around the village.

The only soul that loved him for who he was, was the mayor's daughter Grace. Her father however forbade their relationship, despising Wilhelm for the peace-lover he was.

When war came to their land, the king looked for every able bodied man that would want to join the fight to protect their homeland. Seeing this as an opportunity to get rid of Wilhelm, Grace's father told him that if he would enlist and come back, Grace would become his wife.

The young poet had no desire to fight but his love for Grace forced him to act against his believes and so he did as Grace’s father demanded.

By some strange twist of fate however, the peace-loving Wilhelm turned out to have quite the talent for the art of combat and quickly rose through the ranks thanks to his feats on the battlefield. He held nothing but resentment towards his actions, but all he did he did with the thought of returning to his beloved.

After years of bloody conflict, during which Wilhelm was granted knighthood for his service, the tide of war finally turned and they took the war to the enemy’s soil. Wilhelm’s leadership secured them a swift and astounding victory in the very first siege.

However everything changed when the king ordered the people of the conquered city to be butchered to the last, as a retaliation for all the years of war their countrymen brought upon his kingdom.

It is said that when Wilhelm saw his own men slaughtering innocent women and children he had realized that they were no better than the murderous invaders they fought and in that moment all the years of killing and war finally caught up with him.

The knight had lost his mind and in with mad laughter and creepy rhymes on his lips he had turned on his comrades as well as anyone he could get his hands on before he was overcome and decapitated.

The king send his body and head back to his home with the word of what happened and Grace’s father was the first one to shame the memory of Wilhelm, making everyone in the town resent his memory for the last act of his life. Everyone except Grace.

It is said that she had mourned his loss so deeply that on Spirits' Eve she tried to bring her beloved one back with the help of a grimoire she had bought from an old hag that was passing through the town.

The young girl presumably dug up Wilhelm’s grave and stole his head so she could perform a ritual to bring him back but she was caught in the middle of it and cast out by her father, never to return.

Later that evening the Headless Horseman came for the first time, riding on a steed made of shadow and smoke, branding a flaming sword and on that day he casted a curse on our town that remains to this day.

“For years I’ve been wronged, for peace I have longed.

But now that my life is lost, all of you shall pay the cost!

Each Spirits’ Eve I shall ride, with fire my pride.

The nights shall be filled with screams, my laughter shall be heard in your dreams.

This curse I do vow, it begins tonight! Here and now!

I shall pillage burn and kill, all done with a thrill.

A monster you’ve made! Now fear me, be afraid!”

And every Spirits’ Eve he rides again, killing mercilessly anyone who he comes across, too mad to recognize friend from foe – he now sees everyone as evil. Now skip to four hundred years later when an Apprentice from the Order of Sorcerers comes to Willowdale to free them of the curse that had been tormenting them for so long.