the life of a swedish Hersir isn't as nice as they told me. nothing against Sweden, but here is always snow, snow and more snow. any time I asked myself:"Hensvig", I said "Hensvig, how did you get into this boring landscape without any green meadow or some nice flowers?" just two seconds after that I answered it myself:"Hensvig, you hate flowers and if you could you would destroy the sun, so there were snow for everyone."

So my story beginns 17 years ago. I was born in a forrest somewhere in Sweden, in a little wodden shack, near a lake(I learned to swim in this lake, and try to swim when the water is frozen). My mother died when I was just three years old and so my father had the honor to educate me in everything he knew. And he knew much about the world, because he was a knight until he was hurt in a battle and could not fight any longer.
This old and wise man told me things about the worth of life and I remind one of his favorite phrase:"Son, everything you do, should be something to be proud of."
One day we went outside to fell some timbers and he said to me:"Hensvig, you may not understand now, but you have to go. You're a witty and strong man, so i want you to be Hersir for our king and follow the way of your old father."

I had to learn fast, that everything I do has a effect on my surroundig world.

After I fought in some fights for Sweden there was a little ´child, not older than 8 years, but his only wish was to fight for our Koungr. And all I could answer to this boy was:"When you are old enough I will teach you how to fight for our nation and you will be one of the strongest Hersirs of Sweden."
So this boy worked very hard every day and then it was like a nightmare. The pestilence came to Sweden and the folks get ill, also this little boy. But he had not to became ill, when he didn't went to the capital to visit me and learn how to fight.
On this day I learned what it is to be a Hersir, it's not always nice, but you have to do your job at any time.

Finaly I arrived at my nation's army to fight with them. It was a long journey from Sweden to Lusatia, where the next battle of this war will start.
Was it a bad idea to come here and fight for my Konungr?
Sure it was. Maybe I will die, maybe the enemy will take me with them and torture me, but all in all I'm not a such a pussy like some of the other knights in this world, who hold a sword in their hand and preach freedom and paece.

Finaly I arrived at my nation's army to fight with them. It was a long journey from Sweden to Lusatia, where the next battle of this war will start.
Was it a bad idea to come here and fight for my Konungr?
Sure it was. Maybe I will die, maybe the enemy will take me with them and torture me, but all in all I'm not a such a pussy like some of the other knights in this world, who hold a sword in their hand and preach freedom and paece.

One day Hensvig moved down the streets of his fiefdom and just watched the clouds over him, asked himself what they will bring him and the people around him. Maybe Snow again?, he thought.What else than snow? We are in Sweden and I love this white storms and the coldness, that gets with the snow. While thinking this he smiled and let the last sunshines warm his body, before the snow arrives...again.

Hensvig awakes this night and feels the cold sweat upon his skin. The same nightmare at every night since the last month.
At first everything is silent, but suddently he hears a blast somewhere behind him. He can't turn around, because he is chained up to the bottom. Now he remembers that he is in the Saxony's prisson, an unholy place on this earth. Everything he really knows is that his enemies conquered the shire Hensvig moved trough. It was surreal, but he has to accept.
BAM. The blast again. Now he sees a shaddow in the corner of his prison cell, an big, fat shaddow. The next thing he notices is something sparkling right infront of him. The keys, Hensvig thinks.
And he was right, there are the keys, right infront of him. He takes them as fast as possible and frees himself.
The next sequence in the dream is, that Hensvig stands in a forrest some kilometres away from prison and than he smells it. Mead?
The biggest horror ever...he forgot the mead. So he falls down on his knees and screams:Why are you so bad, world? What did I done to you?
The same Procedure every night...Hensvid Svensson, this all-Swedish knight forgot the mead.
A nightmare.