They're dead now. Across the grand sea of the north and rivers and lake they might've roamed, but not now, now it seems so far. So. Far. You can't breathe. Time isn't a thing anymore. It's just the grit of the sand. To the sky you see, but you don't see sky, you see water, maybe that's why you just can't breathe. The salt stings your eyes. The treasure of gold isn't alluring anymore, is it? You can't tell anymore. Your head tosses and turns, the feeling of blood pooling in your ears and eyes, but you see, you see like they did, you see hell before you, you hit everything around, tossing and breaking and seeing and hating and; and what? Cold sand. Cold sand, and a beautiful fog. "Odin. What is this, where am I? Who are you? My death is no sin, but what shall it bring? Bring chaos? Chaos is this, this is the punishment for my sin. God save my soul." you utter, your body rots into the cold sand, like everybody else did, slowly, softly, burned in the salt from the sea.
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Short Viking thing
Ficción GeneralVery short Viking story I had to write for school. Contains: -Slightly Goreish Descriptions -Content Created to Disturb, Disorientate, and cause more or less existential feelings. -Writing made at 3 am without drafting.
