Commencing Execution... || Chapter 4 END
A Viking FuneralĀ āŖāŖāŖ
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what Iāve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough ofĀ hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Ever since the others had begun accusing Eirik of his crime, he had been rather accepting of it, and even looked rather ashamed of himself.Ā Once the votes had been cast, he took a deep breath and cast a solemn glance toward his classmates.Ā He only had one thing to say and he did not waste his time in saying it.
Iām sorry.Ā I failed you all.
The blond then proceeded to walk through the doors to his doom, going willingly.Ā There was no need for him to be dragged, no forcing him toward the end.Ā He seemed to have accepted his fate and given up the fight.
It took only moments for the scene of Eirikās execution to appear on the screen, the setting appearing to be a beach at night with a mountain top visible in the background.Ā For a time, the dead silence was only broken by the sound of the waves crashing on the coast.Ā If the students had not known better, they would have likely guessed that these were the cold, harsh waters of the northern Atlantic.Ā It seemed to be so far north, in fact, that there were icebergs visible in the distance.Ā After nearly half a minute of crashing waves and nothing else, shapes had begun to stir in the dark.
At first, these forms seemed to be nothing more than a team of helmeted figures carrying something large and long.Ā Thanks to the torches that were being lit nearby, the item being carried was soon identified as a long, wooden boat, and the burly, bearded men that were carrying it had a notably eerie look to them.Ā
The men then set the boat down on the sand, all standing to one side in order to grant visibility to the students that watched.Ā Inside the boat, lying passively with a nervous, wide-eyed look on his face, was Eirik.Ā His hands were bound and sitting on his lap, his feet tied together in a similar fashion, and there was a white strip of fabric fitted in front of his mouth.Ā He wasnāt struggling a bit, having long resigned the struggle and accepted his fate.Ā Despite his claim in the trial room that he didnāt fear death, however, there was sweat rolling down his face and fear in his eyes.Ā It was the look of a condemned man.
Almost as soon as the students had gotten a look at their doomed classmate, he was gone again, being pushed out into the water by the strange men dressed in Viking attire.Ā Though he remained physically passive, determined to brave his demise as he had intended, it was clear in his eyes that he was in an internal panic.Ā He wanted out more than anything, and that was all he could think about as the boat he was in drifted further and further from the shore.Ā Meanwhile, on a cliff overlooking the beach, one of the men had a flaming arrow on the string.Ā The first shot missed, as did the second, but the third stuck neatly into the end of the boat.
Ā The flames spread quickly, engulfing that end of the boat within a minute.Ā However, they werenāt able to reach any further due to a large wave turning the boat over completely and dumping Eirik into the freezing water below.Ā With his hands and feet bound, he had no way to save himself.Ā
His body washed up on shore roughly half an hour later, his form bloated and his lips blue.Ā He remained still and frozen on the shore, abandoned by the Vikings that had brought him there.
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