The ring bound him to her. He wondered what insanity had caused him to willingly volunteer to wear the cursed thing in the first place. Still, in that moment of weakness, he had accepted her boon and doomed his soul.
He looked at the perfect circle of gold and thought about chopping the whole finger off. He’d be better off maimed for the rest of his life. He couldn’t do it though. She had taken so much of his strength that he didn’t have the fortitude anymore.
Instead he closed his eyes and dreamt of her when she was alive.
The conversation around the bonfire grew quiet as Ludwig stepped into the circle. The campers scooted back a bit in anticipation to what was about to happen.
Ludwig rubbed his hands together and then began to sign his tale of terror. Some averted their eyes, not wanting to hear about the horrors, but others stared with rapt attention.
Soon Ludwig concluded his tale of woe and the hands of his audience waved back and forth in appreciation, even the monster that was hiding in the tree line. Tonight he would go hungry, because it was that good of a story.