1 ᚦᛖ᛫ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ᛫ᛚᛟᛋᛏ᛫ᛟᚾᛖ

Through the cold salty waves, we sail to the southern islands of Vísselnjörg

we have at last freed ourselves from the frigged ice only losing a few of our brethren and I for one am glad to hear the flow and waves beside our ships hull once again like we are gliding through its vastness

Free once more to be on your way to battle

To slay the clan of Lar Heaggtøttr to avenge

My sister Siftæl's kidnapping and take her back

To spill the blood of Lar with my own hand

I have always been too weak but now not even father can stop me

For now, the fire in my belly has grown and it burns to my heart

And to my fists

And with it, my soul burns with the blessings of the gods

The blessing to spill the blood of their whole clan

To make them pay

And with this, I raise my grandfather's sword Telhimmyr and call to my men to land

"TONIGHT TAKE ALL THAT YOU DESIRE AND LEAVE NO HOUSE ON THIS LAND STILL STANDING!"

We bank our ship and head off through the underbrush deep into the slops of Ìskördergmerahm setting fire to every small farm in our path and I am sure that we shall make due on our mission

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The young prince of golden hair Siftrethörn ran for the first time among his father and uncles as well as with his fellow men deep into the neighboring land of their transgressors with his heart beating vehemently in his chest as a furious bear set free into the wild hunt.

Their feet went raw and sore from the rough cold ground and their bodies went hot with the rushing of heated blood through their veins until the fire in their eyes was the only thing hotter.

It became like a fiery twisted dance like pairs of lovers in the night but with the passion for lust replaced with the passion for the spilling of blood and gnawing of bones.

The screams of women and children trying to run from the naked and blue painted berserkers echoed through the trees as the men swung their swords and axes at any able-bodied man and warrior determined to wreak havoc all the way to king Lar's lands to skin his face from his skull in front of his sons as payment for his crime and to take back the young princess.

They made it to the Wolf River a few miles away from the castle of Heaggtøttr only to be forced by their own king to admit defeat when the prince is shot

"I HAVE ALREADY LOST MY DAUGHTER I WILL NOT LOSE MY SON!"

King Håldr ran after his son only to be shot in the shoulder have to be made distracted by trying to fend off the warriors trying to take advantage of his weakened state losing track of his son in the process and with that he lets out a broken-hearted cry to retreat back.

Unknown to the grief-stricken king his young Siftrethörn despite his limited experience was more resourceful than his father and uncles had previously thought.

He pulled the arrow he was shot out of his chest and stabbed his attackers in the eye and in the crotch with it until he grabbed onto the reins of a runaway farm pony and let her drag him across the ground and away from the battlefield deep into the forest of Jørrghimmyer.

Soon his arms became weak and hands raw from the ropes until he was made to let it go of the pony only to find himself lost somewhere all alone in the dark forest bleeding out onto the ground with seemingly nothing and no one in his sight.

So this is how I am to die!

He thought to himself then he pulled a small knife from his waistbelt and grabbed a nearby stone and then with his shaking bloodied hands he used all his strength to scratch his final words into the stone.

'ᚨᛋ᛫ᛁ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᛈᚱᛁᛜᚲᛖ᛫ᛋᛁᚠᛏᚱᛖᚦᛟᚱᚾ᛫ᛋᛟᚾ᛫ᛟᚠ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚲᛜ᛫ᛟᚠ᛫ᚦᛖ᛫ᚲᚨᛖᛚ᛫ᛚᚨᛃᛋ᛫ᚺᛖᚱᛖ᛫ᛞᛃᛜ᛫ᚺᛖ᛫ᛈᚱᚨᛃᛋ᛫ᚾᛟᛏ᛫ᚠᛟᚱ᛫ᚺᛁᛋ᛫ᛟᚹᚾ᛫ᛚᛁᚠᛖ᛫ᛒᚢᛏ᛫ᚠᛟᚱ᛫ᚦᚨᛏ᛫ᛟᚠ᛫ᚺᛁᛋ᛫ᛋᛁᛋᛏᛖᚱ᛫ᛋᛁᚠᛏᚨᛖᛚ᛫ᚨᚾᛞ᛫ᚠᚨᚦᛖᚱ-'

'As I the prince Siftrethörn son of the king of the Kæl lays here dying he prays not for his own life but for that of his sister Siftæl and father-'

But he stops when he is interrupted by the sounds of footsteps approaching which makes him sit up and grip his blade firmly by the hilt intent of killing his ambusher only to drop it in complete surprise when instead of the image of a well-seasoned warrior come back to finish the job he has met with the image of a sobbing small boy walking up to the fair-haired prince with fear but at the same time courage and determination painted on his teary face and then suddenly running into his arms and wrapping his tiny skinny arms around him.