Maxwell Haze

The forest
After being chased off of the road by a angry mob of people protesting against his ideas and their recent changes, Maxwell had found himself in a ditch deep in a unknown forest. Looking around all he could see was trees and mist. Still laying in the ditch he landed in, he made up his mid to take a detour and walk through the forest to his next stop, a much prefered path rather than returning to the mob of people waiting for him at the enterance to the forest.

A path to unfold
The forest was dense with trees and bushes blocking many paths that were already pathed into the ground of the forest and that were already explored. Almost as if the trees were forcing him to go somewhere, they aligned themselfes to form a single open path leading deeper into the mist surrounding him at all times. The path seemed to grow longer and longer as he walked. The time he spent on that un paved path grew from a couple of hours into days, from days into months. After nearly a year of walking the path and pondering about the time he had spent in that accursed forest he finally began to lose hope and give up. After faling asleep he felt a sudden shift in the ground underneath him.

The end of the path
As the ground twisted and turned under his feet he fell through into a hole waiting underneath the ground he had been walking on for the past year. At the bottom of that hole, a sword with a jagged blade covered in runes and a carved wooden hilt, waiting for him to fall and die. As he hit the point of the sword his spine cut in half and his body on the brink of death. For a split second whilst taking his last breath he thought "If only i could have seen my family once again". His body lying there lifeless pierced on the point of the sword his body began to harden and repair. The hole he had in his chest suddenly sealing itself and hardening to resemble stone and his entire body progressively following the same path. As the sudden transformation had reached his back, two wings sprun out of his coat ripping it apart in the process.

A change to notice
As he woke from his death, still in shock, he had not realised the sword going through his chest nore his skin now turned to stone. All he wanted at that moment was to get out of the damned hole he had been dropped into over a day ago. After struggling to climb out he had finally made it out. Not the same person he once was but now much more than a simple man. As he stood in the cold air of the cursed forest he had finally realized that something was off. As he looked down the first thing he had noticed the sword that had split his spine in half and that had killed him before, when reaching the pull it out he had seen that his skin had been turned to stone and that his back had become heavyer than before. As soon as he had pulled out the sword he had looked around to see what had been stuck to his back. Falling back at the sight of the wings that had grown out of his back. The political trip that was suppose to be a short presentation had turned into a year of suffering. Now changed forever he had put on a suit he had gotten as a present from his father a long time ago. A armored suit that covered all of his skin and a scarf to cover his face.