I decided to start updating the blog on a daily basis, in the evening, with the most interesting thing that came to my mind during the day. I'll try keeping mostly to short stories (of varying length), or reflections.
This is a short story, or perhaps just a glimpse of one, that has been inspired by the song titled Son of the Last Breath, by Grand Magus (Link)
Enjoy and if you like the song, then perhaps listen to it while reading. Thoughts and comments are welcome.
One night in November my soul found a heart. As my father recalls it, the wind itself was freezing in midair, my mother torn between icy surroundings and the fire of new life. It was a full moon that night and I was calm. I didn't scream nor agitate, I was freed from the flesh prison.
This is what I thought, as blood was leaving my body. I stumbled and brought my left hand before me, in a frivolous attempt to regain balance. My hand submerged into the snow and upon reaching the freezing ground underneath, I felt the shock of impact awaken the pain at my side. Looking at the wound, aided by the moonlight, I realized how the gods have granted me mercy.
Had it not been for the spear that pierced me and left me unconscious, I would have been slain as the rest of my brothers. Such impeccable aim did the shooter have, this was no doubt the lance Gungnir. Praised be Odin, who gave me a chance to be reborn!
I cannot look down. Mighty Thor, Odin's son, guide me to my destiny! I feel my strength returning. Straightening my head, I clenched my left fist and pulled at the earth below. Release the pain through anger! Trembling feet, I called upon each of my muscles to do their job, I have a destiny to fulfill!
Suddenly a lightning struck the earth before my very eyes. Blessed be the mighty Thor! I felt my energy restoring. The gods are on my side, and I have brothers to avenge. They will feel my fury and hear my cry as I'll rise an army and get back what is rightfully mine!
I will rise again.
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