far to the north

[Bluebird]

Upon my reclamation of my birth name,
I set forth. Back to my homeland, in order to find my blood relatives.
It was time, I thought.

But yet, when my feet had set upon the land, my dreams were haunted. Visited; the Black Wolf that resides within the heart of all, for the mantle I had taken upon myself.
And yet, we conversed; we mused over the fate of the world and the state of men. In agreement, as my dreams remained stained in red.

And then, I found him. My eldest blood brother, the bane of my existence.
Arvid.
The first to remove us from our home with falsified promises; spat in the face of the life we had led prior.
The one who had forced me to kill mine own blood sister, the one who had assaulted me for any little mistake; for being weak.
For being the runt.

He became the second I killed and devoured.
Those sins of his died to Arkvitha, and those sins now remain buried within me.
I set his home on fire, I reveled in the blood spilt.

On a battle high did I wander Esshar more, finding Saekanite remnants; conversing again with the beast in my dreams.
I mused. I learned. I considered my place within the Balance; and came to the conclusion.

I am his Executor.
The one to carve the path for my bror and I's chaos,
the one to keep an eye on those who seek too much of the light.

I've learned many things whilst killing the one who had tainted my mind.
And I return, new for it.

My children,
I have once again stepped unto Meranthe...

And it is here I shall remain.
Come find me, whence you are ready.
Nyflheim has not fallen yet.