The Lost

Day 1: A new land.
After landing in a strange place far beyond my semi frozen lands, I’ve ran across some interesting… creatures.. people.. things. I have seen these human like people which seem to have.. well, knives for ears! Pointy! Sharp! And they sing and move so elegantly! I have also me seafaring folk.. they call themselves “pirates” but in my lands.. well we call them “Vikings”. I miss my home.. I miss my goat though he has not left me.. he is a part of me. I can see parts of him fused to me.. a strange magic. How did it happen? I can hear his thoughts.. and he speaks through me at times.. ‘it’s strange indeed. I almost forgot.. a fairy.. she is called Larkin.. and she is a tricky sort. She fed me.. it was a “Fairy berry cake”.. I do NOT advise eating such things… let alone being in a tavern around the Rum drinkers.

When I got here I noticed they are enjoying, or rather not enjoying, my people’s favorite pass time… WAR! For what? I have no idea.. what I do know… is I will embrace it.. until I go home on a shield, revel in Valhalla with the gods, fellow warriors, kin, and enemies. There will be mead, feasting, and the best part… FIGHTING! For now I will end my day.

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