He was running through the forest, trying to escape the reach of the hungry tempest raging above him, and as all seemed lost, he stumbled upon a trail leading him downwards. A cavern so dark and damp his body was in a constant shiver, yet he knew that this was his only choice to avoid certain doom. And it was in that very cave, alone and petrified, that he remember her prophecy. She told him that people shouldn't fall in love with him. That he is a bearer of a curse more sinister than any plague. She showed him visions of how he will take his many loves across the world, to places thought forgotten. How he will kiss them in those secluded spots, so they can never go back without tasting him like blood in their mouths. He will devour them, and when he leaves, as he was always foretold he would, they will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
