This is what came for me as I read the title and I hope a non science approach is okay^^ This concept is taken from a famous Norse book serie spanning 47 books, Sagan om Isfolket, though I changed it here and there, I just vaguely recall this part of the books so I don't really remember the details, I just like this idea so much that I borrowed the basic concept:)</SPAN></SPAN>
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Far out on the icy, windblown tundra a small group of people treaded across the barren earth making their way west, their fur hides keeping out the brunt force of the wind but everyone from young to old could feel the biting cold that sneaked in no matter how much clothes they wore. Among them a proud woman stood higher than the rest, it was easy to see that she was not originally from this land, her features different and as cold as the land they walked through, her black eyes as deep as a bottomless hole. She was once a powerful woman in her country, of wealth and status, her thirst for violence and her sharp, twisted intelligence scared even the men around her even though her beauty was rivalled by none other. She was sent away as a traitor without money and without the protection of her old ranks when she killed her brother that had been the lord of their province, the woman thought him weak minded and frail because of his love for peace, she had no chance to take over her brother's place before she was hunted out of her home and left to fend for herself in a land inhabited by people that hated her.</SPAN></SPAN>
Her lonely, arduous journey took her across the great ocean to another land and beyond it to a barren wasteland with piercing winds chilling her bones, no food to sustain her and no people to help her in her greatest need. That is when a migrating clan happened by her and moved by the beautiful and exhausted woman the kind people took her in and helped her recover a decision they would regret later. The woman instantly got along well with the shaman of the tribe a man as cold as herself, eyes and hair as black as the night sky and a heart cold as ice. They shared a lust for power and wealth that was not obtainable in this barren land, the shaman and the woman planned to become great and the man also thought the foreign woman his secrets as a shaman and she showed surprising talent for it.</SPAN></SPAN>
As they came closer to the west, across a mountain range and reached a friendly part of the tundra where some scarce trees grew, in summer flowers bloomed for a short month and animals lived to be hunted, close to an inland shore with fish to be hunted. The clan, tired of walking decided to settle down for now to see how the land was to live in. At this time the shaman and the foreign woman were wed during the ceremony to honour their new home and the nature's spirits that would help them, this was a great honour to be wed under and the shaman and his wife felt that now the time to realise their dream had come.</SPAN></SPAN>
With the woman's beauty, cunning and twisted intelligence and the shaman's magic skills, evil intent and connection with the Spirit of Stones, also the spirit of the dead and all non living, they knew that their child would be the greatest dark sorcerer in all the lands. They conceived their child under dark rites and spells, using runes, symbols, chants and rhythmic songs calling the dark powers. The woman became pregnant and after nine months she gave birth to a stunning boy, pale skinned and dark haired, even as an infant to boy's black eyes pierced everything, sending shivers down his parents spine's. The small family became ever more estranged from the rest of the tribe with their dark magic and evil intents, the shaman was just as cold against his son as he was against all else and the young boy, named Thail, was from a young age a thing for his father to vent on, his back showing a long scar from when his father kicked him when Thail was three. Thail's mother was just like her husband, she may not have abused him but her lack of emotions and her cruel mind was just as bad.</SPAN></SPAN>
The shaman and his wife had succeeded though, in their eyes Thail was the perfect child, dark minded and intelligent with a violent temper and an amazing talent for magic even at a young age. Thail was feared by the other children and even the other tribe members, and though his parents didn't say anything they too had felt the shiver of fear under Thail's gaze. Just after Thail turned six, his cold exterior and angry tantrums only broken by his study about shamanism, his father came home in a bad mood, he regretted conceiving his son as Thail had grown worse than his parents and his relationship to his wife was only held together by thin lines. Angrily the shaman kicked his son out of the way and in a flare of rage the young Thail drove a knife through his father's back, killing him instantly, his mother who came into the tent just as her husband fell down on the floor held back a panicked scream. Thail however just glared at her with his empty black eyes, his mother would be safe from harm, at least until Thail had grown old enough to not need her anymore.</SPAN></SPAN>
The foreign woman, scared of her own son and feeling some sort of sadness after her husband's death, took greater care for Thail now but he just brushed her efforts off and she feared the day she would be seen as unnecessary. But she and the shaman had succeeded in their goal, creating the perfect child, cruel and emotionless with the intelligence to do whatever he wanted and the power to go through with it as well, few people would be able to stop Thail when he grew to a man. Thail himself waited for the moment when he was an adult, when he could take over this tribe and leave this horrid place, to find a more populated land where he could use his powers to rule the world, nothing was out of his reach.</SPAN></SPAN>
