2 Ch 1: The Start

Looking into the night sky. 'What am I supposed to do? This world is peaceful. There are no wars, there is nothing left to explore that can be accomplished in my life. What is my purpose? I don't belong like these people do, where they just accept that they will become a cog in the machine never amounting to anything in life. I want to be more'

'I wish I was born in the time of my ancestors when men fought bravely to defend what they loved where they were respected. Where they had a purpose in life or like in those Chinese stories about the cultivated worlds where they fight daily to become something better and ascend to a higher state of being and write their names in legend.'

'Where there is adventure and excitement to be found. I look down from the top of the building and see a bustling city full of bright lights and loud noises. When I was younger I was obsessed with Vikings. It started when I wanted to know the meaning of my name Fjorn Ironborn, I came across stories of how they lived and fought to survive on their land. I had become so obsessed that I started training for the day that I could do something similar. I even got runic tattoos to fit the part In my mind I truly was a Viking in mind and body. But looking at this society I realized that I would never be able to make my dream come true so I came to enjoy the night sky one last time'

'Looking down on the city I push myself off the edge. This is all that is left that I can do, I don't want to live a mandarin life. As I fall I think to myself that If I were to be given a second chance I would want to live in a world where I could truly become powerful and have my name go down in legends.'

"If that is what you really wish then I shall grant it. For it was me who put you in this wrong era"

'While I was falling I thought I heard someone talking to me, but it must have been my mind wandering before death. I close my eyes and then the world goes silent.'

'I felt something warm and slimy on my skin and heard screaming. But how it that possible that height should have killed my instantly'

"Hang on Lagertha. The baby is almost out"

'The baby what does she mean baby. Wait, why are my hands so small, where are my tattoos. Don't tell me I've been reborn into a baby. No! I don't want to live through childhood again, especially with the mind of an adult. When I open my eyes I see a middle age women holding me standing in a wood cabin with dirt floors and a small wooden bed covered with furs with a pale looking woman laying on it.'

'The woman had dirty blond braided hair and blue eyes and pale skin. I see a man rush in to her side seemingly looking for something until he spots me and rushes over after he checks on her. He takes me from the midwives arms and hold me above his head and looks at me. He has dirty bling hair and a brownish beard and blue eyes he had a regal feeling about him'

"Haha my son you, Shall be named Fjorn Ironborn I can see it one day you will be a mighty warrior."

'Did he say warrior? Does that mean that my wish is fulfilled? Why is it becoming so dark'