The weather was most unpleasant. But the boy did not complain. No... he would not fight the winter chill. But it was the distance that had his heart ache. He was further now from Mystic than he thought he ever would be. That knowledge hurt, as well as the fact that he had not been present when Kapra had been wounded. For a long while now Hypnos had been silent. He hated this feeling. He hated the feeling of all of it. Yet through all of his dark feelings, and his hate of all of this, he kept silent. He wasn't sure what to say. How to feel. All he knew was that he needed to shape up, and start becoming stronger. He needed to prove to Katja, Karpa, and himself that he belonged here. He needed to become a viking... just like them.
So his goal here would be to further harden his heart. Pantheon, or rather what was left of his family, seemed to have faded. He had taken a trip out that way, purely out of curiosity, and found that no sign of the pack remained. Hypnos was glad in some ways yet, in some was, he also felt unfulfilled.
Hypnos would sit alone. Silent. He looked like the odd one out in this group. So many of them already looked rough and tumble... and then there was him. The boy with the lame leg, the weak leg. It would never be as strong as the others and hinder him in battle. The perfect target. Hypnos would let a sigh pass his lips, closing his eyes. Somehow... some way... he needed to find the right path.
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