24 YEARS AGO
On the day I Bjorn Wolf-Blood was born.The bastard son of a Jarl of Clan Storm Bear.Never meant to be.
Bjorn-Waaaaaaa Waaaaaaa Waaaaaaa!
Nurse-A boy!*Hands her to my mother*
Olfina-Wow,look at those eyes.A beautiful blue like the sky.
Nurse-Yes im sure he'll be strong man when he grows.
!Bang!Bang!Bang!
A tall man in wearing rich clothes and a long fur cape.Enters the room blowing the door off its hinges.
Varkan-HA! I knew it you worthless rag of a woman.
The Jarl.Varkan Storm-Bear,he goes up to my mother grabbing her by the neck as he looks at me with hatred.
Olfina-I wa-
!THWACK!
Varkan slaps her across the face.
Varkan-Listen woman,you will not tell anyone about me being this boys father.If you do I'll have you killed and the boy throw in the woods to the wolves..And that's Mercy, sparing you're lives now.
Even as a baby I could feel the deep hatred,he had that day.
Olfina-*struggling to breath* Ye-yes Varkan.*She looks at him with fear*
6 YEARS LATER
Bjorn-hah...hah...hah...hah
Tove-cmon boy! Lift those buckets and bring em.
Dammm old man. Ive been carrying buckets of water all damm day.
We arrive near the stables.
Tove-Alright. Ok you see those containers.Pour the water to the brim in all of em.
Bjorn-Then you'll teach me how to fight.
Tove-Maybe.Just get it done lad.
I run off to the buckets.Struggling to lift them and pour them into the containers.Old man better teach some fighting moves.Its been tough working with him on his stables.Walking miles a day back and fourth bringing buckets of water.Feeding horses, Cleaning.
After a Month of this he will now teach me a bit.Right?...
Bjorn-whew.
I walk over to his home knocking on the door.He opens up.
Bjorn-I finished.
Tove-Alright.wait here.
A few minutes later he comes out with an axe.
Bjorn-Woah! isn't that too big for me to use?
Tove-your not using it.Watch carefully.
He proceeds to get in a stance.and do a few swings the swoosh of the large two handed axe, oddly satisfying.
Tove-Ok,I showed you the basics.Now go home,We start your labor again at sunrise.
On the way home I think about the old man's stance,How he swung the axe so smooth yet I could feel the power behind it.As if it could chop a tree in two.
Bjorn-Mom!Im Home!
I walk into her room,there on her bed coughing,Her skin pale from being unable to move without help.Her arms as thin as sticks.
Bjorn-*softly*Hey mom.
Olfina-Hello...Could you bring me some water.
Bjorn-Yes I'll be back.
I walk over to a table and grab a cup of water for her.
Bjorn-Here,How are you feeling.
Olfina-Im ok.Im sure it'll pass soon.
Bjorn-Lets hope.
After caring for her I go out the house.Finding a large stick.I swing it around like the old man did.!Swoosh!Swoosh!Swoosh!Swoosh!
Wow this is harder than it looked.The weight pulling you off your feet,and the strain on my grip.
After an hour of training those techniques.I head back inside.My body screaming in exhaustion,As I lay beside my moms bed.
How can I get out of here?Will my mom really recover?
I just know that if I keep working I can provide for my mom.