I've said it once already in another of my drawings: sometimes I submerge into a drawing and start inventing a story while I draw. Here's another one.
In a very cold and uncivilized place, in a time long forgotten, a poor and small town was about to offer a young boy as sacrifice to the gods of winter so they could bring spring sooner. This particular winter was colder than any this small town ever experienced and they were savagely desperate for a solution.
What the townsfolk didn't know about this boy was that he was learned in the reading and writing of magic runes and he was going to use that knowledge to save himself. This is what he did: he found a sharp stone in his prison and started to cut his skin as if writing over a scroll to create an incantation: "may the fire of life be mine".
On the day of his execution, the runes activated and he was saved... there was a problem, though. The runes started to glow and his hands were covered with a furious fire that lightened the night as if the devil himself had brought hell to earth with him. He saved his life, but now the townsfolk, the executioners, judges and sages and everyone present thought he had become an angry spirit and thus exiled him from their town and their lives.
The sages never knew how he got those powers (maybe a rune was written wrongly or this was a curse), but they and the townsfolk realized they had far bigger problems on their doorsteps: winter was getting colder and colder by the week and started to sacrifice every young man and woman to appease the angry gods.
Will the townsfolk ask the boy to help them? Will he accept to do so after being offered as sacrifice or will he abandon his kin and his land to die?