The Bitter taste of Blood

Tomahna sits in the crows nest of his ship looking toward the harbour he is heading straight for.

Its known as Isla de Malvado, a ancient island that was cursed forever by the shamans that use to live there. Also, I place where great trusure is stored.

Tomahna jumped down and told the ship to way anchor before jumping into the water and reaching the island in a matter of seconds, ready for anything that this island's "curse" would throw at him.

Sensing that no one is around he quickly starts to build a camp making the fire low and making sure that no smoke can be seen.

Tomhna looks toward the jungle that is mostly covering the island and wonders what could be waiting for him out there, but he thinks of it as nothing and focuses on the true prize

Several Days Later-

Tomahna had finally made it to the center of the Island were the trusures were said to be kept.

He slowly made his way inside his left arm burning with the poision of the trap he had set of earlier and he slowly came to the middle of the room where a pedestal with a saphire skull was siting.

He carefully picked it up but not before the curse of the Island had finally settled in on his soul and in a blind fury of rage his body was riped and torn and he was replaced by a monster of unspeakeable evil and eyes where as cold and harsh as the sea in the middle of a hurricane and the air around him krackeled with raw energy and horns begin to sprout over his body, in his head, arms. shoulders, and legs.

In a whole of rage the entire island was destroyed in a brilliant flash of energy and that was left was a small boy drifting on the back of a leviathan with horns sprouting out of his head.

This is the beginning of Tomahna: The Elemental Lord of the Sea.