After going through the memories of Victor, that was his name. I felt a simir e to the indomitable will power. Just like the previous I felt I could view memories if I chose to. I decided to. Who do you think has the stro will o Earth? Would it be Batman, Superman or Spiderman? Would it be a green ntern? No. It was someone pletely different and ued.

  The memories don’t start oh but in Avalon, a magical realm tied to ours. The man was a knight turned sheriff in his old age. He was big, really really big even for people in Avalon who were on average bigger than those oh. He lived peacefully, only needing to kill a few stray wolves and drag drunkards off the street and into cells.

  That is until the rumors of Man Le Fay reached them. Rumors spread that she had gone crazy as a lover told her she had a wrinkle below her eye. She struck the man down and began hunting virgins to kill and bathe in their blood. Only two weeks ter did Man Le Fay show up at their small vilge. The memories shifted from third person for text to first person and I could feel the same feelings as the body I just flew into.

  She had a small army of undead soldiers behind her with two vanguards standio her. They smelled like death but I couldn’t tell for sure because they were wearing full pte. Man asked. “Mmmm, handsome man. Do you by ce have any children in this vilge? We are searg for them to work in my castle. You’d be well rewarded if you told me where they are."

  I chuckled at her audaciousness. I wasn’t the brightest but even I could tell that was a bold faced lie. I spoke calmly. “The only women in the vilge are those too old and feeble to run from you. The only me in the vilge are those who stayed behind to buy time so you couldn’t find them.”

  The haughty look of hers broke as she sneered before the sag of our vilge. Men fell in line beside me and died in the war of undead. By the end of the first hour I was the only o alive and I fought for another four. She finally grew siy impudend struck me with magiding my hands a before asking again. “Foolish mortal! Tell me the dire they ran and I’ll give you a swift death, otherwise you’ll end up the same as my two death knights beside me.”

  “e. e closer.” I mumbled out as I tried to draw her in towards me. She dismounted her stallion and got closer to me. I couldn’t move still, pletely bound beside my ability to speak. I spit in her face. She reeled back before chug. “Oh, you poor poor fool.”

  She came closer resting her hand on my chest. My body went still as I felt my heart stop. I could still hear her speaking as my body died. “You will bee one of my greatest creatio fool. The moment of your death you’ll be put into a torturous hell where all you feel is pain until you agree to my tract. When you do, I’ll have you hunt down every girl you thought you saved from this vilge and bring them to me.”

  Her wicked smile vanished from her face as she had already grown bored of me. My body died as the rest of her army passed over me. Pain, so much pain it was unbearable but I had to endure. One day, two days. The pain was something that would drive a man crazy in minutes but I sted. The two death knights by her side had sted on days which had already shown their strength of will.

  Days turned into weeks. The only thing that kept me sane was a mantra I was taught as a child that involved my name. Weeks turned into months. I no lohought, I only repeated the mantra over and ain in my head. Months became years. The vilge id abandoned for over twenty years.

  A band of adventurers passed through and talked but I couldn’t hear them. I was too busy repeating my mantra. Fifty years passed since my death and a family moved into the destroyed vilge. One family became two, thehey buried me in a shallow grave nearby as I repeated my mantra.

  I couldn’t tell how long it had been. More than a hundred years but less than a thousand something finally she tract she was holding over my head faltered and suddenly my eyes shot open. I cwed myself from the grave and into a bustling city. I made my way towards the tether of the tract repeating my mantra.

  “Ssssss. Ssssssooooo. Sssssooooooo. Sssssooooollll. Ssssssooollllooooommmm. Sssooolllooommmooonnn. Ssoolloommoonn Ggrrr. Ssoolloommoonn Ggrruunnddyy. Ssoolloommoonn Ggrruunnddy b-born on a monday. Solomon Grundy! Born on a monday!”

  I repeated that mantra over and ain. I said it close to five hundred million times by now. I kept going. Anyone who saw me ran. They ran any dire that wasn’t towards me as I ted my mantra. I kept heading towards the tether. Days turned into weeks as I spoke my mantra. “SOLOMON GRUNDY! BORN ON A MONDAY!”

  I screamed it from my lungs. Weeks passed and I reached the top of a hill and saw a battle of epic proportions taking pce. Man Le Fay's army had grown far rger than before but most were bodies now. There were only a few knights dead but I could tell each was worth a hundred undead.

  There numbers were about evehe fight could swing iher dire. I charged at the army shouting. “SOLOMON GRUNDY! BORN ON A MONDAY!” Half expeg the men to see me and run or e towards me to attack they split open like Moses parting the sea. They let me charge in.

  The number of death knights Man had by her had grown to eleven. If I had been verted I would have been welve, I didn’t know the significe of that number. I tore through the death knights with my bare hands. All were a head shorter and not nearly as wide. I yelled as I ripped my third in half. “SOLOMON GRUNDY! BORN ON A MONDAY!”

  Man looked at me with a snarl on her face. “You! You did this to me! You’re the reason why I failed. BEGONE!” I couldn’t do anything again. In only a sed a portal had appeared in front of me and I was kicked through it. I fell and fell and fell. I tio fall for a very long time before nding hard into a body of water.

  Hungry. I was still in pain and hungry. I didn’t know why. “Solomon. Grundy. Born on. A monday.” I walked along the bottom of the o for aire year before I reached oxygen. “Solomon Grundy born on a monday.”

  I approached a vilge beyond being hungry and in pain. The buildings were big and strange. I tried, god did I try. I was just so hungry. I otted by men and women who ran. Different men showed up before pointing bck sticks at me. I finally saw an animal and couldn’t tain myself. I picked up the thing and ate it in three bites.

  The men in blue uniforms bck sticks made me and I felt something strike me. It didn’t hurt, it was just annoying. I left that area a walking until I found an animal the. A man in a field came out with a bigger bck stid used it against me when I ate his cows.

  Finally a man in a blue suit with a big S on his chest fronted me. He followed me until I saw another animal aook it from me before I could eat it. He punched me which made me feel pain for the first time iuries besides the tract pain. He beat me up and put me in a room I ’t leave… Hungry… In pain and hungry.