i will be their world's demise

Shifted. Changing. Broken. Björn is struggling to process all of the feelings, all of the shitty thoughts, all of the aching in his ribs. From the bullshit with his father to the red skies, the promise of Ragnarök hanging in the air. Fueled by chaos, but still aching in his ribs. The boy is near manic. Björn can't help himself. He edges toward the mountain.

Gaze chilly, the boy finds it... quiet. Too quiet. It's a ghost town, as he makes his way up the slopes. There's nothing left here. A fitting monument to his father's failings. The bitterness that lives in his chest is unmatched. Unchained. Unhinged... though no more or less unhinged than the rot prince himself.

It's a cold, autumn afternoon. No snow yet, though the threat of it hangs within the grey clouds. Was there anyone left? Björn had drawn Lumi in with the promise of adventure, freedom, and all the worst life had to offer. Did more of his siblings remain? Björn tipped his head back, an echoing call over the abandoned mountain. For a place that had been his home for so long, why did it feel like he shouldn't be here?

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