After the last events my hearth still races just thinking about it, Arne was stressed as well so we decided to go home and I wanted to talk with my father.
After coming home my father and granny welcomed me back and made some herb tea, I like it, it helps calm the nerves.
"Father, may I talk with you?"
"Sure Brynjar, what is it?"
I sat down and took a sip of tea.
"Me and Arte went exploring and ran into a skeleton."
I was quite calm already, the same couldn't be said to my father tho.
"What?! Are you okay?"
"I'am not that weak, you know. Me and arte knocked it down and ran away, neither of us were hurt, but I tought I was gonna die."
My father was deep in tought about how terrible of a father he is, he may be a great warrior, but fatherhood is more difficult.
I pulled out the stone out of my pocket and put it down on the table and put my hand around the cup to warm my hand.
"Brynjar, where did you find this?"
My father seemed intrested while at the same time shocked.
"The skeleton was holding it, after I pulled it out he woke up and started pursuing us."
"This is a rune, runes are power magic imbued stones, there are many legends about their creation. Heroes with their own sagas train with these stones and bend their will to use it's powers. The will of Heroes and great warriors are inside these runes."
While my father was explaining it I was sipping my tea and looking into the fireplace trying tp get my head around all of this.
"Does that mean that it's possible for me to use the runes powers?"
I was curios as to what abilities I would gain from using it, but I didn't expect to be easy.
"It is possible, but it'll require to train long and hard to draw it's powers, I will let you keep it, as it is you who found it. Remember this isn't a simple stone, it has a will of it's own, it might require years of training."
"I understand, I will train until I'am finally able to draw the runes powers!"
My father smiled, it looked like he had great expectations, I didn't want to let him down.
I finished my tea and went to my room. I took off my clothes which had holes in them from the last encounter with a skeleton, I was beat.
I laid down in my bed and pulled out the rune, I deeply focused on it trying to observe every detail of it.
"Even if it's used for battles it's pretty."
I didn't notice as I fell asleep.
"Brynjar wake up! Brynjar!"
"Ugh it's still dark outside."
As I opened my still sleepy eyes, there was my father before my eyes, bleeding, sparks could be seen flying outside from the windown, and screams of men, women and children alike.
I jumped out of bed and looked trought the windown, shadowy figures were clashing sword and the sounds of blades cutting trought the flesh. I couldn't understand what was happening.
"Brynjar you have to run and survive."
My father in a hurry was handing me clothes and handed me an ornamented sword. He then took me by the hand and ran outside with me in the direction of the forest, we ran, as fast as he could with the nightmarish sounds behind us.
As we were reaching the forest my father gave me a little push and I couldn't feel his hand anymore, I looked back and my hearth stopped for a second, my father on his knees with several arrows running trough his body, behind him houses claimed by the hellish flame. As I was starting to slowly walk into my fathers direction he smiled and a shadow-like figure was standing behind him with it's hands above my father, it looked like it was blocking the whole view of the nightmare that I was in, in a matter of seconds it claimed all and everything around me and there was nothing but darkness and.. emptiness.
Is this the end, is this the after life that I was destined to?
I was lost.
"This is what it feels when you lose everything that you hold close to your hearth, in order to claim everything you first must lose everything"
A voice in my head, a sinister sounding voice that sent shivers down my spine.
"That is the Conquer's Saga."
That is the Conquer"s Saga?
"Brynjar wake up, Arte came by!"
Was it just a dream, it felt as real as it could, the conquer's saga, what is it?