Into the Oracle's Woods

There is a quill, hidden away somewhere secret, somewhere safe, called the Dragon Quill, the Cursed Quill, and Ruin. It is a terrible thing, the quill. It is Death, it is Life. It is a quill that scrawls corruption.
The quill wasn't always hidden. It didn't always exist. A child was meant to build it. At least, he once was just a child.
He wasn't always this different.
Not before the quill.