hodssorrow

Under sky filled with dark and brooding cloud I read in the news paper that today is the second day of summer. Even being born in this country the seasons always seem backwards, a year should end with ice and not fire. I grew from child to man in the far south where although Autumn was my favorite time of year in Winter I was content. A world of snow and ice always suited me and my emotions.

A witch once told me I was winterborn and though I was in fact born at the start of winter, this has always had more then one meaning. To those at Troy it meant that we are doomed, to my ancestors who sailed the northern seas it is what made us worthy of the gods.

My heart has always called me to those seas and places where kings once trod. I spent my teenage years on boats and ships trying to prove to the sea that I belonged out there and not trapped on my little island. Sadly the gods ignored my cries and I was forced back to my books and dreams. When I was old enough I tried to enlist in the hopes of proving myself worthy of a valkyrs ride but again I was told this was not for me.

So after 29 winters I enter my 29th Summer and yet I am still hopeful of one day returning to those shores from where Winter calls to my heart.