"The Story Of Grim" lyrics

Grim was once a nameless mongrel in the back alleys of colonial Boston. Born to the streets, he endured years of brutal abuse at the hands of a cruel tavern keeper who starved and beat him mercilessly. Left for dead in a muddy ditch behind the stables, his body broken and emaciated, Grim clung to life with nothing but rage and instinct.
It was Clara Thorne who found him. While traveling with Professor Rowan Fenn shortly after abandoning her wedding, she sensed the dying animal's faint spark of life. Kneeling in the filth, she placed her hands upon his bloodied hide and channeled the healing arts Rowan had taught her. Greenish light flowed from her palms, mending shattered bones, sealing wounds, and restoring strength. As life returned, Grim's fur took on a permanent spectral green hue, a mark of the otherworldly magic that saved him. His paws still show the scars of abuse as a reminder of the cruelty humans are capable of.
Now fully healed and fiercely transformed, Grim follows Clara and Rowan as their loyal guardian. With glowing eyes, razor fangs, and a heavy iron chain bearing an ancient pentacle pendant, he protects their wandering caravan from bandits, dark spirits, and anyone who would threaten his new masters. Once abandoned and broken, Grim has become the steadfast protector of the undead mystic and his devoted bride, a living symbol of redemption through magic.