Awakened to Tragedy and Greatness

[Kiha]

 
I always dreamt what it would be like, to stand towering over any man. To have a forge larger than the greatyaks of Grimhjall's pastures.
  
But, in all the legacy, all the glory self-proclaimed, I never once truly believed my father.
 
If I had only believed, waited, and stayed faithful, would I have come to be as I am now? Or was it my ambition, my desire to know the truth, the merit that earned my stature?
What does it even mean, to be a Giant? How can I know, when I have only been one for a third of my life? Trapped in those cyclopean synapse, listening to fragmented thoughts of a fragmented being so great I cannot even begin to imagine his glory. My mind, sundered by the wonders of the Primordial of Pavonis, and only a portion of the true greatness.
  
But like Grimnir I awoke surrounded by stone, far colder, far less reverent than those of the Bodi's ruins... I am like an echo to a greater era, a shadow of a true champion.
 
So then why did I, born with blood too diluted to see my head rise over the trees of the northern forests, emerge from that cavern with burnished flesh and taller than any man?
To lead? To stand at the front as those around me perish or....
 
Even worse, become defiled, hollowed versions of themselves?
  
These thoughts ran through a Giant's head rapid-fire, ricocheting off wisdom, narrowly missing composure. A crash as solid oak breaks into splinters in the depths of a hallowed clan hall.
 
They not only took her from me, they turned her flesh against me. I never truly understood what it was like, to feel like a child was lost. 

No wonder my father wept when I left for the Restful Expanse and the clergy returned to Grimhjall without me.
 

  
I wish she knew, how proud I was.