Yelling... Screaming, Hollering.
What is that?!
Many men covered in clouds
The power to take clouds from the sky...
Men and Women with rocks, rocks shooting rocks.
Why do these rocks hurt?
Is this the Gods punishing me?
Fire, Fire spreading with the wind. The smell of wood burning, the burial grounds burning, Our life burning.
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I've seen myself in the water, the riples of water that wavier my face.
My hair, long as the branches/ short as the grasses.
The first kill marked into my skin, as my next kills following down my arm. A badger, a deer, and many boar.
My e/c eyes looking back at themselves, yet trying to look at the 'mirror'.
Looking up, another bigger mirror looks back. Like the eyes of a deer, showing me in itself.
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My axe... I made it myself, the hilt made by the bone of a badger, covered in leather from a deer.
Scars down my body, small ones from animal teeth, larger ones from claws. The biggest ones from men.
The men covered in clouds, or lack of clouds now.... Poke me with sharp needles, touch my scars, take my hair.
All of my battles never prepared me for this. Never was I forced down, not able to retaliate, to fight back. My mouth covered, my hands flattened. Yet my eyes still look, still plan, still working.
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Before the men came, I was soon to be the leader, to lead my people into battles. Save my people from war. Praise the Gods for the chance to be alive.
The men in clouds have forbade the Gods and have taken us.
May the rath of the Gods take them all.
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FanfictionMonty x F! reader This is about Y/n and her beliefs in this terrible, modern, electrical, day. She was born and raised to be a Viking, a strong, fearless, and unstoppable warrior with nothing standing in her path... Until her village was found, ever...
