Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2017 2:52:22 GMT
My Decisions
I'm a Jorgenson, the Jorgenson clan are a family of vikings known for their warrior skills, their brash attitudes, and their strange antics. We're suppose to be the best, the greatest warriors in Berk next to the Haddocks or the Hoffersons. Well, that's according to my dad.
According to my dad, we're suppose to be fierce, powerful warriors ready to combat anything. Other tribes, hunters, dragons, anything that might threaten our way of life we should be ready for. Kill or be killed, hunter not the hunted. He always says he knows best, that we should always aim to be something of some of the most elite warriors in Berk, enough to challenge even the current chief. We're the top dogs, we're the ones who should be next in line if the Haddocks prove the be less than able to command the village.
What do I have to say to all that?
My father is wrong! Spitelout Jorgenson is nothing but a bully, an abusive, overrated viking who can't see beyond his own selfish interests. He wants us to be something he never could be, and it makes me sick to think we're remotely related and I have grown fed up with his usual tactics to force us to do things we don't want to. I've watched my brother, Snotlout, become almost a spitting image, pushed around, forced into things he wasn't ready for or didn't want. I worry about him, worried that his spirit will be shattered and he will give into our father's wishes.
Unlike Snotlout, I've grown fed up over the years, tired of being my father's second puppet. What was the next best thing to completely break that hold? I became a healer, or healer-in-training that is. What better way to show that not only am I tough as nails but able to show the Jorgensons aren't all like my father and brother?
I know my father isn't the one to choose what I do in life, these are my decisions, not his. I just hope one day Snotlout will see that too.
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I'm a Jorgenson, the Jorgenson clan are a family of vikings known for their warrior skills, their brash attitudes, and their strange antics. We're suppose to be the best, the greatest warriors in Berk next to the Haddocks or the Hoffersons. Well, that's according to my dad.
According to my dad, we're suppose to be fierce, powerful warriors ready to combat anything. Other tribes, hunters, dragons, anything that might threaten our way of life we should be ready for. Kill or be killed, hunter not the hunted. He always says he knows best, that we should always aim to be something of some of the most elite warriors in Berk, enough to challenge even the current chief. We're the top dogs, we're the ones who should be next in line if the Haddocks prove the be less than able to command the village.
What do I have to say to all that?
My father is wrong! Spitelout Jorgenson is nothing but a bully, an abusive, overrated viking who can't see beyond his own selfish interests. He wants us to be something he never could be, and it makes me sick to think we're remotely related and I have grown fed up with his usual tactics to force us to do things we don't want to. I've watched my brother, Snotlout, become almost a spitting image, pushed around, forced into things he wasn't ready for or didn't want. I worry about him, worried that his spirit will be shattered and he will give into our father's wishes.
Unlike Snotlout, I've grown fed up over the years, tired of being my father's second puppet. What was the next best thing to completely break that hold? I became a healer, or healer-in-training that is. What better way to show that not only am I tough as nails but able to show the Jorgensons aren't all like my father and brother?
I know my father isn't the one to choose what I do in life, these are my decisions, not his. I just hope one day Snotlout will see that too.
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