The Order of Jade

Chapter 12 - Bjoriks Journal

Bjorik was a Viking, the son of Tharun, a renowned Viking warrior and fighter. From a very young age Bjorik was trained by his father in the ways of the Viking, learning how to fight and survive in all situations. He was just a young boy when he first killed someone, he was about 12 years old, and he didn't do it for no reason.

"Mother?" Young Bjorik asked.

"Yes my son," Bjoriks mother answered.

"Where is father?" Bjorik asked worried after not seeing his father for a few hours. Just as he asked the door opened scaring him.

"Neela, I'm back." Tharun said as he walked into the kitchen. Bjorik walking up to him and hugging him.

"Now now what did I teach you?" Tharun asked Bjorik as he shook him off, Bjorik then answered with haste.

"No attachments, needles displays of affection or love." Bjorik answered, and his mother frowned at Tharun.

"Come on he's at home, no need to use those military rules in here." Neela answered, as she set the table for Bjorik and Tharun. They sat down and spoke for a few minutes. Before Neela got bored of Tharuns battle story's.

"Next thing you know there's over 400 body's on the ground, all by my hand." Tharun said before Neela cut him off, confusing Bjorik as to why she wouldn't want to keep listening to Tharuns magnificent tales from the battle field.  Bjorim tried to speak.

"But mother....." he tried to ask but she wouldn't let him.

"Quiet Bjorik you don't have to speak right now!!" His mother shouted, this made Bjorik angry since he had done nothing wrong. He walked away angry at his mother and voluntarily went to his room.

Bjoriks mother wasn't the nicest person in the world, her mood could change in a split second and stay that way for weeks on end. Tharun would always be away for months at a time, leaving Bjorik with his mother. This made Bjorik have to go through his mother's split personality disorder by himself. Everyone he'd go to his room he'd think about this one time his mother snapped at him. It was about 6 months ago, Biorik had just been doing some training outdoors, and his mother didn't seem to like that.

"Bjorik!! What do you think your doing?" His mother screamed as he walked up to him.

"I'm training like father told me to, how can I join the military if I'm not prepa......." Bjorik tried to explain before his mother cut him off.

"YOU DONT TRAIN UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, NEVER, NEVER!!!!!" His mother screamed at the top of her lungs right into Bjoriks face. This caused a greater anger to build up inside of him, an anger he was still to scared to let out, he didn't fire back, instead he did as he was told.

"I understand mother." Biorik reluctantly answered.

"Get back to your room before I send the wolves after you." His mother threatened, and Bjorik returned to his room. And he had had enough......

While Bjorik was in his room, he made a plan to kill Neela, his mother. He decided to do it tomorrow, he would do it with the blade that Tharun gave him, it wasn't actually fit for battle but it would do the job, especially with all the rage passing through Bjoriks veins.

Morning came, and it was time for Bjorik to execute his plan. He snuck downstairs before his mother woke up, and placed a rope from one side of the door to the kitchen to the other so she would trip if she tried to walk through. He stood behind it in the kitchen, with his blade by his side, and waited for her. And here she came, walking down the hallway, and there it happened.

"AAAHH!!" She screamed as she fell right on her face causing a nosebleed. She tried to get up but she couldn't, she then saw her son standing there with his blade.

"Bjorik, don't you dare, I'm your mother Bjorik." Neela ordered as she tried to get up again, only for Bjorik to stop her from doing so by knocking her over again.

"Your not getting out of here alive, this is revenge for all the hell you put me through!" Biorik shouted at her.

"Bjorik please, I beg you don't do this, I promise I will never hurt you again, please." She begged for her life, but to no avail.

"Any last words?" Bjorik asked lifting up his blade.

"NOOOOOOO!!!" His mother screamed as Bjorik used al his strength to bury his blade in Neela's face. It broke when he tried to take it out, but the job was done, and it had fulfilled its purpose.

Bjorik was finally free from his mother's torment. And his future could prosper.