Yes I can make you try everything in this life, but wouldn't you thank me... not in the end. Why do the gods play with the lives of mortals? Out of boredom I would say, and I'm bored...
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I was born in Denmark, on November 14, 1005, at least that's what I remember, I'm so old that I almost forget how many years I lived, maybe I'm much older than that, but I'm sure I'm from the region where today It's Denmark and my birthday, these are things that come with immortality, day after day, year after year and in this we lose track of time, continuing I'm a redhead, I'm 1.76 tall and have amber eyes, pale like snow and you may wonder what life was like and I tell you, it's not easy, imagine yourself, living in a cold, hostile environment with little sun for planting anything most of the year, where a simple infection it could kill you, lots of wolves present too and you wouldn't have a hospital, much less medicine or whatever. Death was inevitable, but infection and disease were the least of our worries.
I lived in what is now the city of Esbjerg on the coast of Denmark, I was a simple resident of a coastal village, we lived from fishing and hunting, if we were lucky some minks would fall into the traps, I will tell my story from when I was 18 years old, before this life was boring besides I lost my mother very young, my father just said that she was like a goddess an incredible and beautiful woman just like I became when I grew up. I remember little of her, not even her appearance, just a little of her smell, like the scent of a red rose, however since her disappearance I only had my father for me, he was always away due to the attacks and looting that the small group of our village did to other regions and villages, just like me he had red hair, I later realized that they were the "barbarians" said in all regions of Europe were us. However, who am I to judge? This was the survival method of us Norse, later we would be called Vikings.
I lived much of the beginning of my life in extreme monotony, nothing new happened in that place, it was a simple life one day after another, where we had to train for war, we always didn't know how, when and by whom we would be attacked, since at this time the Denmark had a king but not all the villages rallied behind him and that was a case of where I lived, we would be on our own if we were attacked or needed help, in our village I always appreciated the beauty of the snowy mountains next to Within the territory during the winter, to obtain water it was necessary to have a lot of firewood and cauldrons to melt the snow and be able to bathe and drink. The rough sea during storms was interesting as it was normally calm, and during the day it drew attention to the dark blue water that sparkled with the few rays of sunlight, along with the gentle breeze that came from the coast on the faces of those who came close, like this. like the beautiful pine trees that we used their branches for fires and building our houses, during the winter they resisted just like us waiting for this cold tribulation to pass to once again display their cones and leaves again, I loved being in the forest even with the danger of wild animals , I enjoyed the streams, and small rivers and the peace of the forest, the spring flowers when it was warmer in the region were incredible, small and colorful, growing from previously frozen and inhospitable soil. I always loved flowers and their perfume, I collected several of them and extracted their oil to put in the water that I bathed in this way always had a good smell, something different from the manors and cities of England and the continent that rarely bathed and did not maintain good hygiene, much less smelled good.
