Groemp

A long time ago, where witches and wizards roamed through castles and forests there was one particular wizard that stood out.

He wore a Viridian hood, Scaicru armor, and had a staff made from wood and leaves handcrafted. It's not the average wizard you'd see but he didn't care about his looks either. One late evening on a foggy mondag he was roaming the expanse of woods around the castle and found a killed person. To be more specific his closest friend Sytherla. Before her death he'd sworn to her that he would make her proud one day. So what Groemp did was grab her by her shoulders and softly mumble: "Yu gonplei ste odon"(Your fight is over.) A green magical substance came out of her eye into his Hood and her body vanished. He was planning on killing whatever killed her and whoever he or she loved.

A couple of months later he was ready. He had planned everything and was willing to die if he had to. He packed his stuff in a magic bag around his belt and left his treehouse. Walking to the castle wasn't far. The woods and the castle where nearly 2 miles apart from each other so a broom was not needed.

But then a young white paled boy with brown hair and what looked like a shirt with jeans apparated infront of him. He asked Groemp what he was doing here and that he should leave immediately. Groemp recognized that voice. It was Nazzo, a murderer and thief. Groemp grabbed his wand and petrified him. Groemp looked him in the eye and whispered: "Yu gonplei ste odon" and shooting a deadly curse directly at his heart. He walked away and heard the strange sound again, the same sound he heard when Sytherla's soul dove into his hood. It was Nazzo's soul that went into his hood now.

He had to fight off 2 more guards in order to get inside of the castle. He realised that every victim's soul would go into his hood and create a small hum noise. (NOT FINISHED)