Post by norway on Jul 22, 2010 3:26:11 GMT -5
Around 872 to 930
(Norway is very young at this point and will grow a bit during the thread, as this is his first true king's reign.)
It was hard for Norway to figure out how many times he had done this. He knew today was not the first, he knew the time before was not either, but after that pattern went a few more times, he was no longer sure. Now the bucket in his hand, that was taking its first trip. The tool had just been made earlier, this was its moment to shine. As he dipped it into the cold water, he scooped up as much as he would be able to carry. When he drew it up, he was glad to see it didn't leak. Perhaps it would serve him for a while.
The small blond's inability to remember his past was nothing new. His mind often felt cloudy and even after he finished a task, he would occasionally be unsure if he had been the one to do it. It would almost feel like someone else had done it and he had watched. He had been more than a little disturbed when he first noticed this pattern. By now, however long of a time that was, he was used to it.
Nevertheless, today felt more... solid. He couldn't quite explain the difference, but there was one. It was as if the whole world was more clear, each sound more crisp and every touch more explicit. It was a subtle change and had just one of his senses become sharper, he wouldn't have noticed. But together, it made all the difference. He had no idea what that meant.
Using both hands, he tromped back to the hall. There wasn't many sites to see on the way back, so his blue eyes stayed ahead, waiting for the familiar building to become visible. Perhaps another time he could stare at the lake or the range of land before him. Now was the time for working. In a moment of a clarity, one of his past experiences came to him. The vision hit hard, as if it had a tangible force behind it.
He was at the lake... there was a man... a large man. His horse was faltering, no not just faltering, it was hurt. No.. it was just falling, right through the ice. Norway had rarely felt emotions so strong as the man fell into the nearly freezing water beneath. The cart following after him as it tipped in. He knew that if that man had called out to be saved, he would have had no choice but to try. He hadn't understood that strong urge then and the boy didn't understand it now.
He had felt so empty after that man's death. Halvdan Svarte... The connection he had felt with him had been very distinct, but it came to not be unique. Shortly after that accident, there was another. That man's son, Harald I of Norway, took his place in Norway's heart... soul or whatever it was that had tied him with the boy's father. It had even seemed stronger, if that was possible. Was that connection what made him feel more 'solid' now?
The memory dulled slightly as he continued walking. It was so peculiar.
(Norway is very young at this point and will grow a bit during the thread, as this is his first true king's reign.)
It was hard for Norway to figure out how many times he had done this. He knew today was not the first, he knew the time before was not either, but after that pattern went a few more times, he was no longer sure. Now the bucket in his hand, that was taking its first trip. The tool had just been made earlier, this was its moment to shine. As he dipped it into the cold water, he scooped up as much as he would be able to carry. When he drew it up, he was glad to see it didn't leak. Perhaps it would serve him for a while.
The small blond's inability to remember his past was nothing new. His mind often felt cloudy and even after he finished a task, he would occasionally be unsure if he had been the one to do it. It would almost feel like someone else had done it and he had watched. He had been more than a little disturbed when he first noticed this pattern. By now, however long of a time that was, he was used to it.
Nevertheless, today felt more... solid. He couldn't quite explain the difference, but there was one. It was as if the whole world was more clear, each sound more crisp and every touch more explicit. It was a subtle change and had just one of his senses become sharper, he wouldn't have noticed. But together, it made all the difference. He had no idea what that meant.
Using both hands, he tromped back to the hall. There wasn't many sites to see on the way back, so his blue eyes stayed ahead, waiting for the familiar building to become visible. Perhaps another time he could stare at the lake or the range of land before him. Now was the time for working. In a moment of a clarity, one of his past experiences came to him. The vision hit hard, as if it had a tangible force behind it.
He was at the lake... there was a man... a large man. His horse was faltering, no not just faltering, it was hurt. No.. it was just falling, right through the ice. Norway had rarely felt emotions so strong as the man fell into the nearly freezing water beneath. The cart following after him as it tipped in. He knew that if that man had called out to be saved, he would have had no choice but to try. He hadn't understood that strong urge then and the boy didn't understand it now.
He had felt so empty after that man's death. Halvdan Svarte... The connection he had felt with him had been very distinct, but it came to not be unique. Shortly after that accident, there was another. That man's son, Harald I of Norway, took his place in Norway's heart... soul or whatever it was that had tied him with the boy's father. It had even seemed stronger, if that was possible. Was that connection what made him feel more 'solid' now?
The memory dulled slightly as he continued walking. It was so peculiar.