far to the north

[Bluebird]

where the wind bites as sharp as a knife cuts.
that is where i was born.

i do not remember much when we lived there.
but i remember a sense of pride as to who i was, instilled within me.

then did it change.

over land, over seas was i ferried
to an unknown world that now lay ahead of me.
no friends nor family awaited here;
simply despair. the blood relatives that had insisted it was for the best;
to suffering did they lead me. new rules, new ways; the need to fight tooth and nail.
"this is what it means to be a wolf," they shout.
weakest of the bunch, bottom of the food chain.
my birthname erased.

and then you appeared.
offering me your hand,
you teach me of how things should be. of how we should be treated.
you give dreams and hopes and promises, and once again--
am i ferried to yet another new start.
but this will not be the same end.
i refuse to let the pride of my birth fall; i refuse to let them try to tame me.

my spirit is unyielding.
with me, i carry the lightning from high up those mountains.
with me, those cold biting winds follow my footsteps.
with me, my pride will not break.
in time, my birth name - i'll reclaim it.
but to know i am not alone on what i seek...
to know that for once, the pack i have will have my back as i will have theirs.

and yet still, a part of me is missing.
why?



Æra søkjer dan som skyr og skyr dan som søkjer.
(Follow glory and it will flee, flee glory and it will follow thee.)

[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.