The sound of trees rustling and bird songs fills the air despite such, the young buck could not care less, his mind filled with solitude. standing solemnly beside a lone birch tree brandishing a large axe, the boy proceeded to kneel down towards the tree, revealing a golden handprint marking it. with shaking hands, the young deer placed them on the tree with a gentle touch, placing his forehead on the tough bark softly. The boy's eye's felt heavy, but clenching his fists, he refused to let the feeling overwhelm him. growing tired of feeling sorrow, the boy stood up and opened his eyes with a frustrated, yet focused expression. His grip on the axe tightened, he can't let his emotions sway him from the task. The young deer stood tall with short, feint breaths, brandishing his axe firmly in both hands. The boy raised his axe quickly and struck the tree even quicker however, it had bearly left a mark. He then tried to deeply inhale to compose himself before striking the tree, leaving a visible crater in the tree's side. The boy subconsciously raised the axe over his head, behind him; leaving a face of frustration and desperation. with great strength and a loud grunt of effort, the buck struck again, having a large chunk removed from the truck. Frustrated, annoyed, desperate, and aggravated, the boy yelled with agony and hate, shaking violently before succumbing to his resentment and slamming his axe into the tree splitting the tree from the trunk.
As the tree fell the young man had to wriggle his fingers to prevent them from clenching too hard and breaking his hand. He then slowly walked over to the fallen tree and proceeded to chop it away for easier carrying. after doing so, the boy carried the shortened logs to a nearby boat dock built beside the small river leading to his home. The boy proceeded to dump the logs unceremoniously into his small kayak before untying the boat from the dock and hopping in, grabbing his oar beside him. As the boy paddled, he began to reflect on himself how different the forest feels however, his thoughts were interrupted by the dock leading his way home. He parked the boat and tied it to the dock before grabbing the logs he had left in the boat and carrying them across his body, the house was not far. As he got closer and closer to the house, the more his chest tightened, it almost felt sickening. At last, the young man finally arrived at the front of his wooden home; placing the logs beneath a very neat bed of logs before entering the house. There, in the centre of the room, lay a feminine body, mummified in cloths and fabrics, coated with plenty of flowers. The young deer felt hesitant to enter but with a heavy heart grabbed a nearby candle lighting all the candle's surrounding the body "Lo' there do I see my mother, lo, there do I see my father, lo, there do they call to me, lo, there do they call to me, lo, there do they call to me" the boy prayed, lowering his head saying so. After doing so, the boy raised his head knowing what he has to do, what he must do. The deer felt sick be he didn't care, he had a job to do and a sick stomach isn't good enough; he proceeded to scoop the body into his arms "Find your way home and let the Valkyrie's guide you till Valhalla end, you are free now".
The boy had finished with his final words, rose with her body in arms and slowly made his way outside gently laying her atop the bed of logs and branches before reaching for his axe and striking the flint in his hand until the sparks lit the small kindle fuel beneath. As the flame rose higher, the boy's heart dropped lower,his throat was tight, it almost felt like he was being strangled by the gods. he had no choice but to raise his head to the sky and cope the only way he could, singing.
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"ÞIð finnið leið
Fetið sannleikans með
Æskulög þín
Eini harmur minn er
Hríð og uppgerð
Brotin efndi ég til
Síðar munt sjá
Und frelsaðu þér"
As the memories of the last remaining remnant of a family legacy had vanished into ash; a daughter, sibling, caretaker, and mentor gone like the wind, now and forever.
(Hi yall, it's ya Boi and I kinda thought this would be fun, in case you haven't noticed this story is very inspired by Norse myth and god of War as I had recently played it for the first time and am waiting to play Ragnarok but for now, thank you and I'll see you in a month probably, peace - random guy on the internet)
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The Predator and Prey (a Porsha Crystal X Male reader story)
FanficA family's legacy lost and forgotten, a boy must take a lone stand against a force large and unknown after having everything taken away from him. But what will it take, to get what he never had?
