The lonesome past

draugr banamaðr

Warning this story contains some old history in this and if you don't want to hear about the German leader from ww2 and the German name cause I know it is a delicate thing to some people I ain't want to offend people so I suggest you find somewhere else to be))

Im a saint and a sinner.. I'm a hero and a villain.. a myth and a legend.. I wish I could have been better then.. but it was the past.. living as a myth a legend.. the legend of one who slain beasts that brought fear to my people..

"Ugh" I groaned sitting up from the Ground under the night sky the stars looking down at me I look down at my leg to see it completely healed "Damnit!" I said laying back on the ground "it's a draumr" I groaned closing my eyes again.. "unless.." I sat up again looking around at the dark sky "or am I in Valhalla?" I asked getting up from the ground "father?" I asked hoping for a reply "father!" I called out into the night waiting for his response "faðir?"

(I should enlighten you on this old Norse talk "faðir" means father and "felagi" means member, companion etc and "draumr" means dream and I ain't talking about the speed runner I ain't a fan of him and "banamaðr" means slayer, killer etc and last but not least "draugr" means beast or so I'm told I'm not sure if it's all correct but oh well)

"Answer me!" I called out wanting a reply "Young one? Here? Can't be possible you can't die now" a voice came from all around me "You must not die now you can't.. you shouldn't have died now" the voice said "how did you die?" The voice said "a Karhu.. it's a long story" I replied to the voice.

"I'll give you one more chance young one don't waste this life cause I won't bring you back I only have enough power for one return" the voice said.

A black crystal fell from the sky and slowly stopped in front of me "touch it" the voice said

The voice I still have no idea who it was but.. their voice boomed all around me.. I admit I was scared but I'm grateful I got my second chance

My hand touched the cold rock like crystal it's jagged edges cut into my fingers.

Blood dripped out of my fingers and the crystal absorbed it turning the crystal a blood red color

"Close your eyes" the voice instructed so I did as it told.

"I heal the wounds of the injured and I bring this one back to the living!" The voice said as something shattered my eyes opened.

I looked around at the surroundings but didn't recognize any of it..

I sat up and looked down

Old stone at my feet.

I looked up to see my village like a lit beacon the torches and campfires lighting up the dark night sky.

"The hill of the dead" I whispered under my breath I look down at where I was laying "father's grave" I said

"Thank you father.. directing me through the cold night and home" I said as I fell to my knees.

I stood back up and looked down at myself my body was fine as if nothing happened..

No cuts.. no blood.. I am alive..

I pat my sides wondering if I had anything on me.

My axe was gone and I didn't feel the quiver on my back nor the bow on my shoulders.

I look out to the village "I'm coming home mom" I smiled as I walked down from the hill of the dead.

I got closer to the wooden spike walls that blocked any entrance from
The outside.