The Journal of a Thrall: Ýlir , 2nd Woden’s day

This is it…
This is the end. My master has died and the kingdom is under new lead by my master’s son. He has ordered that three others and I shall be buried with his father to aid him in Valhalla. It has been an honor to serve the king in his time of reign.
I see my king once more as we march through the halls of the fallen to the pits.
They unlock our chains as they lead the first one of us to the edge of the blue pits. He struggles to get away; he’s a boy of only thirteen years. He pleads and yells for freedom. But they fall on deaf ears as they restrain him and toss him in the pits.
After the next two go it is my time, I shake them off and walk myself up to the edge. I turn around, cross my arms, I lean over the edge, and let go of my footing. Falling over the ledge. Voicing my final thoughts aloud, “I have served, and will serve once more”.