Song of the past (Open)

Subject: Song of the past (Open) Mon Sep 04, 2017 6:59 pm

“The world was young the mountains green, no stain yet on the moon was seen.
No words were laid on stream or stone, when Odin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells, He drank from yet untasted wells.
He stooped and looked in mirrormere, and saw a crown of stars appear.
As gems upon a silver thread, above the shadows of his head.
The world was fair, the mountains tall, in elder days before the fall.
Of Mighty kinds on earth and Valhalla that’s beyond.
The western seas have passed away, The world was fair in Odin’s day.
A king he was on carven throne, in many-pillared halls of stone,
With golden roof and silver floor and runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon, in shining lamps of crystal hewn.
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night, there shone forever fair and bright.
The hammer on the anvil smote, the chisel clove, and graver wrote.
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt,
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl and opal pale and metal wrought like fishes’ mail.
Buckler and crosslet, axe and sword and shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Odin’s fold, beneath the mountains music woke.
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang, and at the gates the horns rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old.
The forge’s fire is ashen-cold,
No harp I wrung,
No hammer falls…
The darkness dwells in… Odin’s halls.
The shadow lies upon his tomb.
But still the sunken stars appears, in dark and windless mirrormere,
There lies his crown in water deep, until Odin wakes again from sleep.”

The song he sang had started of strong, till he came closer to the end and his voice changed into a whisper. Sitting between the long grass of the dunes he stared over the sea as he sang the song his mother had once thought him. It was filled with memories and here deep hidden away between the sand and long grass as the sun was sinking into the sea. He thought it was safe to sing it one more time all on his own. The memories were happy ones of course. But then… The song did remind him of his father. And even though he had hated the thought of his father as the man he had become. On days like these he missed his home… He missed his mother. Though he was sure she was happy in Valhalla drinking and feasting with the gods. He missed his sister… he wondered how much she had grown in these last years and how beautiful she had become. He was sure that by now she was a far stronger warrior then when he had left. He missed their training together and all those happy crazy memories. The stupid things they had done. The thought of those made a smile appear on his lips as he brought his knees to his chest and warped his arms around them. Resting his chin on them as well. Closing his eyes at the thought of his father. On days like these he regretted running away like a coward. But who could tell what way was bravery or hide? In his mind he had still made the right choice. But that did not chance the fact that he still loved and respected the man dearly. And still there was this pinning pain in his chest, the hate and anger towards the person he had left behind.
Maybe by now he should forget about his past and start looking at the future.

After all he now had a new life. He had found a new family. Haskell and his parents were dear to him. Haskell had become the older brother he never had and his parents… Well he loved those people as his own parents. So kind and caring towards him. They had made sure his stay here become much lighter and he had been able to open up his heart again. Though he still felt heavy inside with all the secrets he had to keep. It was a heavy burden on him, but one he was willing to carry. And here he had come ones again on his own to pray to the gods to protect his old and his new family. He prayed that he might see his sister and even father again. Hoping they would not kill him of course. Though the chance of him ending up dead if they ever found him was high. At least in his mind. He was troubled because of that thought. What would he do if he ever came across them again? Only the gods new what would happen then.
For now however he did not have to worry about that. He would enjoy the view of the sun sinking in the sea and the fresh ear the wind brought. It calming him especially with the feeling of the long grass tickling his cheek. As if it was trying to distract him from his own thoughts. It made him smile and remember all the silly things he had planned for the coming winter and for Haskell when he returned home again.

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Subject: Re: Song of the past (Open) Thu Nov 02, 2017 7:43 pm

Rúna walked slowly through the grass, keeping an eye on the setting sun. Having left the house as quietly as she could, she enjoyed the silence that surrounded her. Having four sisters could be very trying, and it was usually very loud as well. She enjoyed these rare moments when she could get away, and be on her own. Rúna loved each of her sisters with all of her heart, and would die to protect them. But there were times where she needed the peace and quiet that came with being on her own.

Sighing, she laid down in the long grass, listening to the fading singing nearby. When the song was over, she waited a moment, before yelling out,"That was wonderful! Where did you learn that? I've never heard it before."

She waited for a response, wondering if the man singing had heard her. A quiet voice in the back of her head told her that she should be afraid, being a woman alone with a man she did not recognize. He could be a threat, but Rúna ran her hand down to her waist, feeling for her knives. Counting them to make sure they were all in their spots, she ignored the voice, as usual, and put her hands behind her head, rustling the grass slightly.

Subject: Re: Song of the past (Open) Wed Nov 15, 2017 10:14 am

He didn’t think anyone was around, he didn’t think someone would have heard him. That was why he had been singing the old song he had been missing for over so many years. The voice of his mother was still printed in his head with the soft tune and the words he had sang out himself. And even if he heard his own voice stronger then the voice of the ghost of his mother in his head, it was still there deep inside him. As if it wanted to comfort him remind him it was okay. When he left his village, his family he never really thought of what his mother would have thought about it. He knew his father would label him a traitor and that his sister probably wanted to murder him as well. He thought about that when he left and still took the risk. Because he could not bear to lose another parent. Not one he could see the ghost of every day in front of his very own eyes. Would his mother be mad because he left them? He might have made it worse… he really did betray his family even if in the back of his head his intention had been not only for him, but for the good of his father. He did hope his father one day might forgive him. After all he was his father and he was his son and he hoped that sometime in his dreams he could see his mother smiling again like she had been doing every day of her life.

His trail of thoughts stopped when a voice called out to him. It was unexpectedly, as he really didn’t think someone was around. But the woman’s voice called out and her words made a smile appear on his lips immediately after. He sat up a bit more and looked around a bit. Looking for the owner of that voice as he called back to her. ”I’m glad you enjoyed it!” His voice sounded excited and he was even though he didn’t mean to sing for anyone, he was happy that someone enjoyed it. He thought about it a bit. But where was the song from? He had to say he wasn’t sure exactly. It was an old one… That was all he knew. "And it is a song my mother used to sing.” He called out again, before he layed down smiling and letting out a laugh. ”Honestly… I think she made it up!”

His mother was very good in that so he wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case here as well. Though it did not matter much, it was a good song. One that was filled with memories for him and one someone this day had enjoyed. A song out of the past that seemed to come alive again in the present and it was a good feeling. He son sat up again and looked around again. Now he was curious to see who he had made happy with it. And of course he was curious to know what beautiful face belonged to the beautiful voice.

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