𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵  , 𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘴 


Blood over your entire body , a body that
was unfamiliar shaking with fear and the 
will to stay alive even for a second .  
Bright red hair like your fathers , 
eyes still in snake slits bright and bold , 
a human body too skinny showing 
your days in the sea. 
Slowly standing with tears 
running down your face in confusion. 
Why were you given freedom now? 
After all this time? Teeth digging into 
chapped bottom lip moving into 
a world you have no idea how 
much has aged and if the gods 
are after you now.  No longer do 
you move around the sea that 
surrounds Midgard , 
no longer are you trapped in exile 
forever. But what to do with 
new found freedom?


𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵  ,  𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘴