Rising Son
MIDNIGHT
We sit around a campfire,eating and drinking before we set off for RAVEN ROCK.The air around us is unusually light.As we joke around and count stories of battles.Gorgo suddenly says.
Gorgo-You know I was expecting a boy when I got home...But now theres nothing left for me to return to.
I swallow my drink but it feels so thick as I look at Gorgo.His hand griping the metal cup tightly,as his eyes focus on the stars in the sky.
I would like to comfort him but...Im not good with emotions,even less now.
Gornan-Brother,though we think we are beyond such things.It's truly why we fight,growing up and hearing my fathers stories I wanted to be like him no matter the cost.But when we got that knock on the door and my mom cried herself away.I knew I had to be strong in place of him.You must continue to live,that is all there realy is.
Gorgo-*wipes tear*hmmm...argh!It not like me to cry,I swear when I get to Raven Rock I will be the first to knock down the Raven's doors.His army will know terror of the indomitable.
For as long as I've known thess men,not once have I had such a deep and profound talk with them.It's almost un characteristic to hear such things from them.I-
Bjorn-mother?i-im sorry I couldn't be more for you...I miss you.
Gorgo-I guess even "Beast's" know emotion,*deep sigh* not a single soul is spared of sorrow ever.
Bjorn-I-I need to go...re-fill you see.
They nod as I rise from the log we sat on,The cold breeze stinging my skin as I walk past the keg and into the forest.Dropping my cup on the way.I continue walking until I find an empty hill.I lay down and stare up at the sky almost nostalgic thinking back to the times when my mother embraced me with her cold dying arms.Her hollow blue eyes and sunken cheeks.
Is that why I couldn't look the man in the face as he died in my arms?
Did he really remind me of my mother?
I remember embracing her for the final time,I knew she had nothing left to give.I could see it in her eyes,hollow,lifeless and dull.Her final kiss to my forehead all that time ago,her cold lips stinging my skin.Her final breath as she fell limp.
Bjorn-wherever you are mother I only hope you can see the man I have become.
ROCKENSLAD
DAWN
The birds chirp all around us and wind blows harshly as a storm approaches from sea.Hundreds of men load gear onto caravans and mount horses.As we prepare for takeoff.
I sheath my giant axe on my back as I walk beside the caravan.I only stare down the road as not even a single man talks.As if battle was so close,not that a few days is not close.
Why am I thinking so much?
It's not like me to be such a thinker.
For days and night's we march under heavy rain and lightning.As if something wanted to stop us from going further,trees would be struck by lightning and fall on the road.Forcing us to stop and move them.Wind and rain flying in what seemed like all directions.But we continued onward,marching and marching until we arrived.
RAVEN PLAIN
We stop just over a mile away from the giant mountain.Hiding in the forest edge we rest before battle.
Bjorn-Thork,you said the Jarl was here?I don't see him anywhere.
Thork-C'mon were going to him,though there is something about him...almost like you.
Bjorn-Like me?How so...
He can't mean like that...right?
Thork-Im sure you know well what I mean...keep this between us wouldn't want rumors spreading.
I nod my head and before I know it we are infront of a giant luxurious tent.Wooden stakes with bear engravings on them,rich materials in place of the common cloth.
We enter the tent and there in the center is the Jarl mediating.Around him several candles and his armor and what the...
What type of fucking sword is that?
It not even a sword,it's more like a chunk of bladed iron with a handle stuck onto it.
There is no way he is just a "man".
Jarl Varkan-Are your men ready?*his voice booms*
Thork-At your call Jarl.
Jarl Varkan-Ready them for nightfall...
We begin to leave the tent but his booming voice calls me to him.
Jarl Varkan-You stay...go on Thork.
Thork gives me this slithery gaze as he exits the tent.Slowly the Jarl rises and rises his robes black with navy blue linen on them that shines with the light.He continues to rise surpassing even me until he reaches the roof of the tent.
He must be at least 8 feet tall...His nails sharp and long,his hands wide and thick,his face almost a snarl as his eyes burn yellow like the sun.
Jarl Varkan-You have done well to achieve "control" over the beast...son.
I stumble back a little at the last the word he said.
Bjorn-s-s-s-s-s-s-so-son???
NO! THEN WHY WAS MY MOTHER ALL ALONE!NO MY FATHER MUST BE DEAD!
Varkan Storm-Bear-Yes you are my son.
*thud*
I drop to my knee as he says it again,my heart thumping and stomach churning,my neck clogged with thousands of questions.Tears flowing down my face as I remeber the sleepless night's as a young boy holding my mother as she shivered and coughed.Her condition worsening constantly at no stop.
Varkan Storm-Bear-Get up...don't give into emotion *chuckle* When I had you I could not forgive myself for my unfaithfulness.So I disowned you outcasted to far edge of the city village.Soon after I heard of your mother's death and I felt free of all of it.
Bjorn-YOU-!
Varkan Storm-Bear-SHHHH!!Free of the weight of it,that was until I remembered that somewhere I had a kid running around.So I made it sure that you got sent away to battle surely then I would be free.So I got Tove to take you in and train you for battle.He did great got you into the Storm-Bears ranks.And when this war began I was glad I couldn't sleep while the troops left with you.But something unexpected happened you became something beyond man.A Beast of Darkness like me.And as I heard of your stories in battle,heroics you had done the tales of victory,I knew I could not escape you.So here I am. I reclaim you as my son,a rightfull heir to my throne and lands.
NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!
Bjorn-NOOO!!!HRRRRRR!!!I DONT CARE ABOUT BEING YOUR "SON".SO DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT THAT BULLSHIT!IF YOU TRY TO SPEAK TO ME AGAIN I'LL KILL YOU.
I storm out the tent as he laughs...He thinks this is soo hilarious but those torments I went through are incomparable,irreparable no words someone can say will fix them,not even my...fathers.