Ty's skeletal form, bathed in the soft luminescence of the moon, moved away from King Griswald. His gait, a silent dance with the night, carried him under a tapestry of stars.
When Griswald called him a 'grim reaper' with awe in his voice, Ty paused and looked upward.
Stars stretched above them, bright enough to make the night feel deeper.
"And where did you hear such a tale, Griswald?" Ty asked. The voice came from bone and magic, but the hurt in it was human. "I am human through and through.
This curse has merely stripped me of my skin, nothing more." His words drifted upward into the night air.
He tapped his rib cage with one finger, the sound soft and hollow in the dark.
King Griswald, a figure of regal stature and seasoned wisdom, replied with a voice that resonated with the depth of years.
