Ay bore, I know of what you speak.
I have spent many nights awake pondering on one question,
the voice inside my head screams impossibly loud and this question can now no longer sit in the shadows, ignored and forgotten.
Why Bjord.... Why?
Three fortnights ago it all started, the day I have tried to forget but to my disappointment seems utterly impossible.
The screams of my fallen comrades still echo inside my skull and the one thing I remember more clear than anything else,
is the smile.. the wretched smile that almost seemed to be scarred into the face of the man who did this atrocity. I later learned the name of this beast of a man. Bjord the Ass-hole, I still feel my mouth drying up when speaking the words of his name and thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. The squad I was with, we had been fighting alongside one another for 9 years, I had hand picked every last one of them, including Bjord, he didn't seem to be a threat back then. I can still recall his hideously disproportional face and that weird smile he carried around with it. No one saw it coming.. no one knew.. one day just before the battle was to take place there was a fight in the camps, nothing big just a heated argument. That's what we all thought anyhow. We get out into the field and see the enemy before us, savages all of them no more wit than that of a back alley whore. But they knew their way around the art of war, so did we. Suddenly a large fire appears in the enemy camps and we see this as our chance, so we seize this opportunity and charge the scum that dare stand in our way. Cold sweat dripping down the back of my neck and the wind in my face grew all but stronger. A heart piercing shriek is heard within our own midsts and I look back, panic strikes me like a father strikes a disobedient son. I can see my trusted friend fall in his own blood, nothing but a gurgling sound is heard and the next thing I knew another one goes down.. and another one. I ride out of the mass to see what truly is going on, that's when I see it. Madness incarnate, death, piss and blood that is what I saw that day. Bjord's face was lightened with something out of a horror-tale. His eyes freezing as a winters night, cold and unforgiving. Soon my entire squad lies in their own guts and blood and emptiness fills the void that used to be my soul. I look over to Bjord and asked him with rage and sadness fuelling my words. WHY BJORD? WHY?.. Silence strikes, only the sound of the enemies horse's advancing is heard in the distance. He takes a long breath, looks up and without blinking says " He bumped me with his horse". The enemy is now closing in on us and I run, as long as my horse could run and further. Today I realize I should have killed that excuse of a man the moment I saw him.
So now I ask thee, avenge us, do what is right.. Few men have a chance of doing what is truly right and you are one of those men. So do what is true and righteous and kill him. Kill him for what is pure and right, kill him for justice.
