SSO Rewritten- A Short Story:
Jon Jarl - The Curse of Immortality
(A secret, truthful recounting of the story of the jarl’s downfall by his faithful chronicler)
Many think the downfall of the jarl was the siege of Jarlaheim. Some say it was when he chose the druids of this godsforsaken island instead of his old friend, Thrymson. Others think it was the moment he set foot on Jorvik guided by destiny. Time will tell, they say.
I say the fall of Jon Jarl was not a single event. It was his pride.
History is shaped and written by the victors. Which is a polite way of saying: lying. Leaders like him win their wars by mastering the art of deception. I, too, have written many lies about his conquers.
Leaders don’t like the truth. However, the truth does not care. It can be buried beneath a web of lies, mountains of deception, locked away in hidden, secret treasuries, but it will persist. Unlike Jon Jarl, the truth is eternal.
Maybe it is time I wrote something true about him.
The true downfall of the jarl, just like many other leaders’ was his pride.
He took on this cursed journey to the island of Jorvik, because he thought he could beat destiny. He conquered the island and ruled over its kingdoms because someone told him he couldn’t. He destroyed the runestones because he thought they were a challenge issued at him. He set something terrible in motion, the druids said. Maybe there is a dragon sleeping beneath the island.
He betrayed his lifelong friend, Thrymson, by choosing the druids over him, when he saw they had power. And when Thrymson was cursed with immortality, the jarl, in his pride called it a gift and he, too wanted it.
He sent Thrymson on a fool’s quest to find the secret of immortality for him. When he obviously could not find it, the jarl called him a traitor. The truth is, the real fool was the jarl for trusting a witch. This was the first and not the last time he made that mistake. He judged him guilty of witchcraft and had Thrymson executed thus creating his second greatest bane.
The first one was continuing his fool’s quest for immortality.
The end of his road led to a great forest in the northern part of the island, where one of the great trees of the island stood. We all knew better than to disturb the sacred trees of the witches and the druids, but the jarl was certain he would find what he was looking for here. A dream told him so I believe. In those days he saw many of those dark dreams leading him to more and more ruin.
At this point I have to point out another lie. The jarl’s famous words at our arrival to the were not “This land is now my land and I name it Jorvik and I shall defend it with my life as long as I live and with my soul after I am dead!”. He had me make this up after the events I am about to tell here. He did not say anything when we first landed on these shores, beside the sound one makes while their lunch unwelcomely comes back. This was also the sound many of us made after the ungodly storm we just got through. I believe his first words here were “Bloody island”.
In that sacred grove, he had his men fell the Great Guardian tree. He uncovered a strange artifact from the corpse of the ancient: a seed-like gemstone glowing with strange magic.
These were the last moments of his victory, as in that moment, with the setting of twilight, one of the witches appeared out of the darkness. The prideful jarl asked for immortality for one last time. The witch laughed.
“You trespass upon our hallowed grounds, destroy our runestones keeping the darkness at bay, fell our protector trees and you have the face to ask anything of us?”
“With the legacy I have created, I deserve it.”
“Oh, you will get what you deserve, prideful jarl. Do you want immortality? You shall be immortal. You shall never cease to exist. You and your stolen riches will forever remain in Jorvik, trapped by my curse. You shall never leave this place behind. Not until there is darkness during the day and light in the night. Not until the land ascends and stars fall again. Not until you learn humility and right the wrongs you committed against this place. Thus I have spoken and thus it shall be.”
With this the witch was gone and the jarl was immortal.
I called his a fool’s quest not because he could not get what he was after, but because of the price he was -obvious to anyone but him- going to pay.
It has been 10 years since the jarl’s death and, just like the witch said, he remains. Many have seen his ghostly form around his tomb, around his city, around the tree stump of his greatest achievement and greatest failure. We, his people, shall all fade, and leave the bloody island.
I know him enough to know he is already trying to find a way to break the curse. But he will never leave this place again. Until the land ascends the stars fall and he rights his wrongs, he and Thrymson will remain here in eternal damnation the jarl has created for the both of them.
But maybe he will succeed. He was -is- Jon Jarl after all.