Post by Erik Olsen on May 28, 2011 23:55:01 GMT
[[ Eheh, this will be a mix of Erik's memories. Topics will be labeled at the beginning of the memory as {Memory # *insert number* - *insert which memory here and / or of what*} Erik does not know this though, and this will be separated from the actual dream by a line. From the end of the dream to the time Erik wakes up will also be separated. Well, here goes nothing~! ]]
It was a somewhat cold day, mainly apparent by the snow covered ground and the large pieces of ice collecting in the water. He smelled the air, smiling slightly and enjoying the cool air colliding with his warm body. He liked it; it allowed him to snuggle into his warm fur coat. He looked around, reaching down and touching the water lightly. The water reacted by rippling and turning at the movement of his finger. Yes, the water was freezing, but he didn’t feel like it would hurt him too badly. He still withdrew his finger, looking at those who were rowing the small boat.
Though he was in one boat, there was more than one. There were about ten boats, all rowing towards the same place: the open ocean. The temperature was dropping quickly, and he held out one of the nets, expecting to fish and have no problems. As the other groups readied themselves to do the same and some preparing to spear the smaller whales, a loud crack was heard in the ice.
Erik looked up, trying to listen for the noise again. He didn’t hear it again, so he didn’t mind it much and just kept preparing himself for work. He cast his net down, waiting a few minutes before heaving the catch into the boat. He pulled with almost inhuman strength, but he let it go, considering it an adolescent’s strength. He took one of the fish from the net, raising it to his mouth and taking a bite from it. The people around him cheered, throwing down their nets or spears. He felt… happy, which was an odd feeling to him. He chuckled softly, the high energy of the moment surging through his body as if these people and he were one and the same.
After the hunting session was over, they decided to return back to land. They were quite far from the land, and it would take about thirty to forty minutes to return back to the shore. It would probably take longer with the boats now filled with a small seal, a whale, or some fish. He told the people to head back to shore, not being too comfortable being this far out on the sea. He knew that the weather could turn for the worse, and a storm could easily roll over to them, tossing their boats and probably killing some of his men. He didn’t want that.
While halfway to shore, a shot rang out, and the people around him lowered their heads and started to prepare for some kind of battle. Erik frowned and looked out, trying to see something through the snow and on the waters. He spotted a small flag, the colors being a bit blurred and waving in the wind. Even though it was blurred, he frowned even more, taking his bow and arrows in his hands and readying himself for a fight. A splash was heard, and he assumed it was a cannon that had fired. More shots rang out, and the men that were slowly preparing for a fight now took their aim at the boats that now appeared across the water.
Erik pulled his bow up to shoot the arrow, but he soon dropped it. The speed of the other boats… They were coming in too quick. They would stand no chance against their attacker. The Norwegian man turned toward his companions, placing his weapon down and raising his arms up to calm them. “Men, we cannot fight; we have to retreat. There is no other choice; we do not stand a chance,” he said to them calmly but loud enough to be heard by all of them, watching the people around him drop their weapons and turn to their oars. They quickly led the boats to the shore, trying as fast as they could to escape their assailants.
He turned around to face their assailants, his frown growing deeper and clenching his teeth and fists. “Later…” he murmured, dropping his anger and focusing on trying to get the boats to shore. As he turned around, a sharp pain surged through his body, and he fell to the wooden floor of the boat. He tried to stifle his scream, and it came out as a slight grunt of pain. He grabbed the tip of the arrow, blood smearing on his hand and starting to soak his clothes slightly. He broke the tip off, making it easier for the arrow to come out. He pulled the back of the arrow at, tossing it into the water and wrapping his shoulder with a piece of his clothing.
He turned his attention back to their assailants, and he glared at the one who held the bow that had shot the arrow. The image of the man was blurred, but at seeing the other, Erik felt betrayed and angry. It felt as if years ago, they had been friends, but at that moment, he felt that they were now enemies.
“I’ll get you later,” he murmured angrily, watching the other boats come to as stop as his group of boats kept going to the shore. “I’ll make that sure, and I’ll make sure it hurts.”
After those words, Erik woke up, breathing hard and looking around his room warily. ‘What the--? What was that for?’ he asked himself, trying to make up something for some dream he had woken up to. He took a gander at the clock. It was early in the morning, early enough to go back to sleep. He growled lightly and shivered, feeling the cold air of his room touch his pale skin.
“I’ll just go back to sleep,” he murmured to himself, yawning and laying back in bed. He cuddled his pink stuffed bunny close to him, his breathing rate slowing down. ‘Stay calm; clear the mind. It was only a dream, nothing more, and nothing less…’ he told himself, his blue eyes fluttering closed and getting into a comfortable position.
‘At least, I hope,’ he thought, the world fading back to black again and falling asleep.
{Memory #1 - The Swedish-Norwegian War (attack on Hvaler)}
It was a somewhat cold day, mainly apparent by the snow covered ground and the large pieces of ice collecting in the water. He smelled the air, smiling slightly and enjoying the cool air colliding with his warm body. He liked it; it allowed him to snuggle into his warm fur coat. He looked around, reaching down and touching the water lightly. The water reacted by rippling and turning at the movement of his finger. Yes, the water was freezing, but he didn’t feel like it would hurt him too badly. He still withdrew his finger, looking at those who were rowing the small boat.
Though he was in one boat, there was more than one. There were about ten boats, all rowing towards the same place: the open ocean. The temperature was dropping quickly, and he held out one of the nets, expecting to fish and have no problems. As the other groups readied themselves to do the same and some preparing to spear the smaller whales, a loud crack was heard in the ice.
Erik looked up, trying to listen for the noise again. He didn’t hear it again, so he didn’t mind it much and just kept preparing himself for work. He cast his net down, waiting a few minutes before heaving the catch into the boat. He pulled with almost inhuman strength, but he let it go, considering it an adolescent’s strength. He took one of the fish from the net, raising it to his mouth and taking a bite from it. The people around him cheered, throwing down their nets or spears. He felt… happy, which was an odd feeling to him. He chuckled softly, the high energy of the moment surging through his body as if these people and he were one and the same.
After the hunting session was over, they decided to return back to land. They were quite far from the land, and it would take about thirty to forty minutes to return back to the shore. It would probably take longer with the boats now filled with a small seal, a whale, or some fish. He told the people to head back to shore, not being too comfortable being this far out on the sea. He knew that the weather could turn for the worse, and a storm could easily roll over to them, tossing their boats and probably killing some of his men. He didn’t want that.
While halfway to shore, a shot rang out, and the people around him lowered their heads and started to prepare for some kind of battle. Erik frowned and looked out, trying to see something through the snow and on the waters. He spotted a small flag, the colors being a bit blurred and waving in the wind. Even though it was blurred, he frowned even more, taking his bow and arrows in his hands and readying himself for a fight. A splash was heard, and he assumed it was a cannon that had fired. More shots rang out, and the men that were slowly preparing for a fight now took their aim at the boats that now appeared across the water.
Erik pulled his bow up to shoot the arrow, but he soon dropped it. The speed of the other boats… They were coming in too quick. They would stand no chance against their attacker. The Norwegian man turned toward his companions, placing his weapon down and raising his arms up to calm them. “Men, we cannot fight; we have to retreat. There is no other choice; we do not stand a chance,” he said to them calmly but loud enough to be heard by all of them, watching the people around him drop their weapons and turn to their oars. They quickly led the boats to the shore, trying as fast as they could to escape their assailants.
He turned around to face their assailants, his frown growing deeper and clenching his teeth and fists. “Later…” he murmured, dropping his anger and focusing on trying to get the boats to shore. As he turned around, a sharp pain surged through his body, and he fell to the wooden floor of the boat. He tried to stifle his scream, and it came out as a slight grunt of pain. He grabbed the tip of the arrow, blood smearing on his hand and starting to soak his clothes slightly. He broke the tip off, making it easier for the arrow to come out. He pulled the back of the arrow at, tossing it into the water and wrapping his shoulder with a piece of his clothing.
He turned his attention back to their assailants, and he glared at the one who held the bow that had shot the arrow. The image of the man was blurred, but at seeing the other, Erik felt betrayed and angry. It felt as if years ago, they had been friends, but at that moment, he felt that they were now enemies.
“I’ll get you later,” he murmured angrily, watching the other boats come to as stop as his group of boats kept going to the shore. “I’ll make that sure, and I’ll make sure it hurts.”
After those words, Erik woke up, breathing hard and looking around his room warily. ‘What the--? What was that for?’ he asked himself, trying to make up something for some dream he had woken up to. He took a gander at the clock. It was early in the morning, early enough to go back to sleep. He growled lightly and shivered, feeling the cold air of his room touch his pale skin.
“I’ll just go back to sleep,” he murmured to himself, yawning and laying back in bed. He cuddled his pink stuffed bunny close to him, his breathing rate slowing down. ‘Stay calm; clear the mind. It was only a dream, nothing more, and nothing less…’ he told himself, his blue eyes fluttering closed and getting into a comfortable position.
‘At least, I hope,’ he thought, the world fading back to black again and falling asleep.