Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27007772-20150709091640

Deyja contains words in Old Norse, some of which may be

confusing. Though definitions are within the passage, I will

translate some of the more confusing with this key. Erfi-Feast Heðinn-Fur Coat Suðrvegr- Germany Scandinavia- Norway and the surrounding area

The Legend: 721
Stone met keratin as they mimicked the sound of war drums,

ones Deyja knew were coming from a foreign terror. A terror

that he was told by Odin would bring people like Olaf

Tyrggvason within the next centuries- those of his people's

children. The hooves of his horse continued on the path

through the sacred grove in modern day Hesse, Germany.

His body was tired, so tired. He had traveled months on end

since he awoke. From Scandinavia to Suðrvegr, his body felt

lighter than before. Water had finally drifted away from his

body fully, but he couldn't help but feel it took parts of

him with it.

Through the sacred grove's trees, the sun shined down

blissfully on him. His horse was fast along the trail, which

was now ending. Now was the forest, and no other place so

far from home could copy the warm feeling. The morning fog

was only a slight buffer from his goal, and one that would

not stand in his way. Erie feelings did not best true

intentions.

As the forest made way to a perfectly formed circle of

grass, the fog did not travel over. Within the forest of

solitude was a place of peace. In the center of this circle

was the goal- the mærr tree. Donar's Oak.

Placing his hand on his horse's skeletal neck, he lowered

himself down. Flesh purple and veins giving only faint

color, his arm had seen better blessings. He was not to be

ókátr, depressed, within the glói, or rather glow, of this

outstanding monument.

His pure skeleton horse laid itself in the grass and its

life faded. The travel was done. Deyja still had one thing

left to protect. Walking over to the tree, it became

noticeable parts of him did indeed leave with the water. His

body was sulky and water damaged from head to toe within his

armor, but this could be sores from the long ride as well.

As he placed the tree with his hands, noise shuffled around

the sacred meadow of the tree. No matter how far he traveled,

Odin's word had become true. No limits mattered to the

Christianization of Europe. The old would alter and fall to

the new, and with it, the love. The ettins had won, and

taken over humanities mind.

The noise closed in- and he was slewn. The large blade from

those claiming love did not distill his mind, as his

thoughts had finally fully awakened. He had been drowned by

those twisted by the ettins, as were other soldiers, to make

room for this new concept.

The tree would protect him and his horse, as they were loyal

enough to gather here at request and revival. Odin's love

kept their consciousness active, as a final gratitude from

his power.

The Christianization: 723/994-1000
Donar's Oak was cut down by Bonifacius, in a lie told by the

ettins claiming Odin would not avenge his monolith, and that

no punishments would occur. Though no storm came to strike

Bonifacius down as was prophesied, there was a punishment on

this new world. They, as a whole, had betrayed Odin and the

Gods, and thus Deyja was released with his horse. The wrath

was nearly unnoticeable, as Deyja would usually sulk around

in the early hours of day and night through the forests of

Scandinavia.

When needed, judgement would be passed down. Those who were

pure that saw Deyja in disguise would gain knowledge and

peace, but those of a dark heart would be sliced and mangled

in a way of true vengeance for their darkening.

As he was told, in 1000, Olag Tyggvason was becoming more of

a worthy man in Scandinavia. Whilst he was a man of Odin's

word, he was given as much luck and loyalty within his ranks

that he could thrive, though his wife Geira was not so

perfect.

Whilst alone and wearing her heðinn, Deyja was keeping a

vengeful eye. The horse his escape, he sprung and touched

Geira with his right hand. With this touch, she fell to the

ground ill. Mounting his horse, Deyja dissapeared as they

rode away, as if he had become fog.

Yet, Olaf Tyggvason still found his conversion, through

baptism. This was a betrayal to Deyja directly, and another

wish from the ettins. Eventually Tyggvason remarried, and he

became king. The chosen to succeed had failed, in a way that

shammed all of his followers.

The wrath of Deyja would be seen yet again in the battle of

Svolder, where Olaf took part, within the Ormen Lange. The

Ormen Lange was at battle. As his death was at the hands of

the enemy, he leapt from the Ormen Lange, and into the Baltic

Sea. He leapt from one enemy given death to another. Deyja,

whom was within the water, grabbed his shoulders and pulled

the king down to the depths.

Olaf would drown just as Deyja had, and suffer for his

crimes. Each gulp of water was another way to silence his

ettin-confused mouth. The body was never found after the

battle, as Deyja enjoyed his erfi. Devouring the liar, he

wore his freshly washed and cleansed armor out of the sea.

Those who claimed to witness the dead king after this date

until 1046 could not make any claim more false than this.

A Revenant of Inner Peace
To this day, Deyja continues around the world, with and without his horse. Though he may alter his appearance as the world changes around him, he sulks in the forests and travels the isolated snow as the places once of Odin have become places of Christ.

In your forests, in your lands, and in your barren fields, there is a man of knowledge willing to grant vengeance. He is not deceitful, and he is not merciful. If you wish to test your soul, he will varði, defend the pure.

Those who bring themselves to his light and face judgement in white are those who will learn.

Those who bring themselves to his light and face judgement in black are those who will suffer.

He does not judge your actions, but rather your soul- your essence- your mind. Do you trust your inner self enough to be tested for blessing? Are any of us good people inside, since the ettins altered us?

Questions he will answer.

Dauði are the dark, they eitr our minds. They eitr and give dauði to our entrance to Valhöll. If you do not test yourself now, you will know in death, when you simply stop to exist.

Deyja exists forever. 