King of Eternal Winter

Chapter 2: recap of life



(timeskip)

It's been 16 years since that day—a day that changed everything. Many things have happened since then, but perhaps the most surprising of all is this: my sister and I survived. Against all odds, we lived through the storm that should have claimed our lives. We washed ashore in the last place I would have ever imagined—the White Waste.

The White Waste is as mysterious as the Land of Always Winter or Sothoryos, a place shrouded in myth and dread, with few who venture there ever returning to tell their tale. After all, I now understand why that is. The waters surrounding this desolate expanse are filled with treacherous icebergs, and a relentless year-long fog veils the horizon, making navigation nearly impossible. Even dragons, with their unparalleled senses, find themselves lost in these lands. And then there's the cold—the bitter, unyielding cold that seeps into your bones and threatens to claim your life with every breath.

Yet, against all odds, we survived.

My sister and I were discovered by Bjorn Icefang, a hunter from one of the tribes that inhabit this frozen wasteland. Bjorn had set out to gather materials for his latest batch of weapons when he stumbled upon us on the shore. My sister was clinging to life, her body ravaged by the cold, but I was strangely unaffected. I came to realize that, for some reason, I don't feel the cold at all—a blessing in this unforgiving land.

Bjorn took us in, adopting us as his own children. He treated us as family, raising us alongside his daughter, Hilda. From that moment, our lives became intertwined with the Icefang Tribe, a clan known for their prowess in hunting and their trade in animal pelts and meat. They were practical, resourceful, and resilient—traits I quickly learned to admire.

When my sister, Lagatha, turned eight, she begged Bjorn to train her as a shield maiden. She wanted to fight, to prove herself in a land where strength and skill were everything. Bjorn, however, refused. He wanted her to follow in his footsteps as a blacksmith, valuing the craft that provided so much for our tribe. But Lagatha was stubborn and relentless, and in the end, I volunteered to take her place as Bjorn's apprentice.

At first, this decision caused a stir. Hakon, the chief of the Icefang Tribe and Bjorn's brother, was not happy with the idea of me becoming a blacksmith. I lacked the visible muscle and strength typically associated with the trade. But over time, as I grew older and began to prove myself, his attitude softened. I knew the truth, though: my body wasn't incapable of strength—it was simply different. My muscles were compact, their power hidden beneath my unassuming frame.

At the age of six, I began my blacksmithing training in earnest. It didn't take long for Bjorn to notice something unique about me. He called it genius, but I knew it was more than that. Part of my skill came from a gift I inherited—metal mastery from Death itself, a power that allowed me an almost supernatural understanding of the materials I worked with. But the rest? That came from my memories and imagination, remnants of my past life.

I remembered things from a world far removed from this one—concepts and techniques that had not yet been discovered here. One of my first breakthroughs was carbon steel. I recall how revolutionary it was in my previous life, and I realized the same could be true here. After countless hours of experimentation, I forged a carbon steel short sword and presented it to Bjorn.

The look on his face was one of pure astonishment. It was as if he held a piece of magic in his hands. He couldn't believe the strength, the durability, and the craftsmanship of the blade. In that moment, I knew I had proven myself—not just as an apprentice, but as a true blacksmith of the Icefang Tribe.

Life in the White Waste was never easy, but it shaped me. It taught me resilience, ingenuity, and the value of family and loyalty. The Icefang Tribe, though small and often overlooked, thrived in their niche. We traded our kills with other tribes for resources we couldn't produce ourselves.

We were at war with our closets neighbor which was the reason bjorn hesitated for lagatha to become a shield maiden.Our closest neighbors included the Frostbreakers, master builders whose skills were so renowned that other tribes would hire them to construct their homes and fortifications. Then there were the Ice Reavers, a tribe feared not for their strength or skill, but for their complete lack of principles. They were marauders who cared nothing for the unspoken rules that kept the fragile peace between tribes.

During this time i met interesting invidious which made me question what world i'm truly am. The first couple people i met was two kids named austin who looked like kid thor from the mcu and loki who looks like his name sake and i became instant friends since i learned i was perfect for the viking life since there was little judgement with these people and aslong we don't do things with no cause or understandable reason like for example we could kill anyone aslong as they start a fight first and we could fuck anyone aslong as they either consent, a slave which meant we only need either their master approval, buy or claim her. So basically only thing we couldn't do was kill,rape/fuck or steal without a legit cause but besides that we could pretty much do what we want. Anyway some other people i met was Gellert Grindelwald(jonny depp forever!), Albus Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa, sirius black, and Bellatrix Lestrange and after a week we all became close friends and hung out all the time. 

The most important thing that happened though was that i found a ice dragon egg when i was 5 and hatched it a week later however i never told anyone except my sister lagatha and her friends ragnar and floki who i met when i was 10 and my sister finished her training. Me, ragnar and floki became fast brothers after realizing we were compatible and that me and ragnar are reflex/speed type fighters and me and floki bonded over the old gods and craftsmanship. anyway the weird part about the ice dragon i hatched that it wasn't a normal ice blue like the legends but black and purple making her look like the night sky which is why I named her nyx after the primordial goddess of darkness. When i was 8 i discovered a hidden temple from the time the first man was living in essos and found out that the old gods where just half of the whole religion and that they were actually apart of norse mythology and when i showed bjorn and his brother Hakon and conicadently this was during peace talks so every tribe got to see the temple.along with the help of the snowborns nomadic tribe of pale-skinned, white-haired individuals who claim to be the original inhabitants of the White Waste backed up the story saying that their were records from their ancestors but it was incomplete without the temple. 

So basically i transitioned the whole white waste into worshipers of norse mythology which you would think would be good for a person since they'll think your favored well it aint all it is cracked up to be since a week later i was raped by hakons son's Ulric wife Hilda who became pregnant on the first with quaduplets and they had the decency to let me name them and based on their appearances i named the oldest messmer who had pure red hair and golden eyes from his mother, the second oldest Melina who had light red hair with a grey and purple eye, the third oldest was malania with also pure red hair and grey eyes and finally Miquella with pure silver golden hair and golden eyes with a hint of purple. However after that i rarely saw them until two years ago where ulric died during the end of the war and since she couldn't watch them herself she pawned the kids off to me and my family.

During my time in the White Waste, I encountered a series of fascinating individuals who often left me questioning the true nature of the world I had found myself in.

The first people I grew close to were two kids named Austin and Loki. Austin had the appearance and demeanor of a young Thor straight out of the MCU—blond, broad-shouldered, and full of energy. Loki, on the other hand, lived up to his namesake with a sharp wit, cunning demeanor, and a knack for getting into mischief. We instantly bonded, as I quickly discovered that I fit seamlessly into the Viking lifestyle.

The Viking way was surprisingly straightforward: judgment was reserved only for actions that lacked cause or reason. For instance, killing was permissible, but only if someone else started the fight. Similarly, we could pursue relationships freely, but consent was vital—unless the person in question was a slave, in which case either their master's approval, purchase, or conquest was required. The only real taboos were senseless murder, theft, or forced intimacy without justification. Beyond these rules, we were free to live as we pleased.

Over time, I encountered others who seemed as though they were ripped straight from stories or legends. Among them were figures like Gellert Grindelwald (Johnny Depp's version, forever in my heart), Albus Dumbledore, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Sirius Black, and even Bellatrix Lestrange. Within a week of meeting them, we became close friends, forming a tight-knit group that spent nearly every moment together.

Here's a polished and detailed version of the story, keeping the core elements intact while improving readability, flow, and depth:

A Journey of Unlikely Encounters and Twists of Fate

During my time in the White Waste, I encountered a series of fascinating individuals who often left me questioning the true nature of the world I had found myself in.

The first people I grew close to were two kids named Austin and Loki. Austin had the appearance and demeanor of a young Thor straight out of the MCU—blond, broad-shouldered, and full of energy. Loki, on the other hand, lived up to his namesake with a sharp wit, cunning demeanor, and a knack for getting into mischief. We instantly bonded, as I quickly discovered that I fit seamlessly into the Viking lifestyle.

The Viking way was surprisingly straightforward: judgment was reserved only for actions that lacked cause or reason. For instance, killing was permissible, but only if someone else started the fight. Similarly, we could pursue relationships freely, but consent was vital—unless the person in question was a slave, in which case either their master's approval, purchase, or conquest was required. The only real taboos were senseless murder, theft, or forced intimacy without justification. Beyond these rules, we were free to live as we pleased.

Over time, I encountered others who seemed as though they were ripped straight from stories or legends. Among them were figures like Gellert Grindelwald (Johnny Depp's version, forever in my heart), Albus Dumbledore, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Sirius Black, and even Bellatrix Lestrange. Within a week of meeting them, we became close friends, forming a tight-knit group that spent nearly every moment together.

The Bond with Nyx, the Ice Dragon

The most significant event during this period happened when I was five. While exploring the frozen wilderness, I stumbled upon something extraordinary: an ice dragon egg. For an entire week, I kept my discovery secret, sharing it only with my sister, Lagatha. When the egg finally hatched, the dragon that emerged was unlike anything I'd ever seen.

Legends spoke of ice dragons with scales of frosty blue, but my dragon was different. Her scales shimmered with a deep black and violet hue, making her look like the night sky adorned with stars. Awestruck by her beauty and uniqueness, I named her Nyx, after the primordial goddess of the night.

For years, I kept Nyx hidden, sharing her existence only with Lagatha and her closest friends, Ragnar and Floki, whom I met when I was ten. By that time, Lagatha had completed her shieldmaiden training. Ragnar and I bonded as brothers through our shared combat style—both of us being reflex- and speed-focused fighters. Meanwhile, Floki and I connected over our shared fascination with the Old Gods and craftsmanship.

When I was eight, I made another groundbreaking discovery: a hidden temple from the time of the First Men. This temple revealed a truth that redefined everything I thought I knew about the Old Gods. They weren't an isolated religion but a fragment of something greater—connected to Norse mythology.

I brought this revelation to Bjorn and his brother, Hakon, coinciding with peace talks among the tribes. Representatives from every tribe came to see the temple, and with the help of the Snowborns—a nomadic tribe of pale-skinned, white-haired individuals claiming descent from the original inhabitants of the White Waste—the story gained legitimacy. The Snowborns presented ancestral records that, when combined with the temple's findings, completed the narrative.

Within months, the entirety of the White Waste transitioned into worshiping Norse mythology. At first, I thought this would elevate my status, marking me as someone favored by the gods. But as I soon learned, being revered isn't always a blessing.

A week after the temple's revelation, tragedy struck. Hakon's son, Ulric, had a wife named Hilda, who took advantage of me in the most horrifying way imaginable. At the time, I was still a child—barely old enough to understand what had happened. Hilda became pregnant from the encounter, and to everyone's shock, she gave birth to quadruplets.

Despite the circumstances, they had the audacity to let me name the children. I based their names on their unique appearances:

Messmer – The eldest, with pure red hair and golden eyes inherited from his mother.

Melina – The second, with light red hair and mismatched eyes: one gray, one purple.

Malania – The third, with fiery red hair and stormy gray eyes.

Miquella – The youngest, with silver-golden hair and golden eyes tinged with purple.

For years, I rarely saw them, as Hilda kept her distance. However, two years ago, Ulric died in the final battles of the war. Hilda, unable to care for the children herself, pawned them off to me and my family. Raising them has been an unexpected and challenging journey, but I've come to love them as my own.

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