I wish for Vinland.

Something happened growing up, I started thinking so much more, thinking about every single thing, while having my emotions cry out louder than my racing thoughts. I feel... empty. I... sometimes, I want to stop, and lay in some grass and feel the sun encapsulate me in her bright light.- so I can remember where I come from. I forget I'm not a monster, I'm a human being, and I come from the sun, and my father is the moon. The lake is my nurse, and the hot and hopeless tears that come from my eyes aren't from someone dreadful, they're from someone who got very. Very lost. and is still lost. and would just kill to recharge in the sun, on top of some soft grass in heavenly Vinland.

I'm cold and tired and angry and ice is all I know anymore. There's times where I want to drop into the snow and just... let the passing storms coat me and discard of me. But I'll never make it to Vinland. I'll never avenge my father. I'll never become who I'm meant to. And at the end of these thoughts, I realize I've taken words and language for granted, and I know this;... they're worth nothing.

The Prince, Canute, helps me realize these things. It's taken three years to only recognize it. It'll take three more to believe it.

*TRANSLATED FROM VIKING SCRAWL.*