Arosnir's Gem

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Arosnir's Gem is a cautionary tale, about being careful for what you wish for. It was told to warn people, usually children and teenagers, about the dangers of pursuing power and glory, as it may have costs they aren't willing to pay.
Below, I have included a telling of the Myth, as it may be told to a teenager preparing to do something foolish in the pursuit of glory.

It is quite a read, but I feel it is worth the effort.
Brief synopsis for those who don't wish to read the myth in its entirety:
A meteorite falls to earth, and the shamans declared it to be a gift from the gods. The king decides that the gift was meant for him, to give him power. He sets forth a challenge, for the first person to locate, and retreive the fallen star and bring it to him, he will give a honored place in his court and a wagon load of silver.
Arosnir, a frail and weak young man, seeing this as his only opportunity to gain honor, and power sets forth to claim the kings prize.
Along the way he finds a village near the location of the fallen star, and is directed to the Seeress that lives in the woods outside of the village. This seeress reluctantly gives Arosnir the information he seeks, due to the fact that she has foreseen these events. But warns Arosnir that the corrupt nature of the fallen star will taint him and it will be the end of him.
He disregards her advise and goes to find the fallen star. When he gets to where the star has fallen, he finds the body of a dead human presumably that was also searching for the fallen star, and succumbed to the corruption of the star, and died in agony.
Arosnir is able to get to the fallen star, and upon touching it, he is transformed into a massive beastial bear, and in a blind rage he destroys the small village, never to be seen again.

Summary

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In the early days of humankind, the gods sent down a gift from their home in the outer realms. The red fire, of goddess Osa burned a path through the sky, and set the northern forest ablaze. The small folk believed it to be a god that fell to earth, while the Shaman's claimed a star fell from the sky. The king believed it to be a gift from the gods that was clearly meant for him, and he set forth a challenge for his people. Who ever could retrieve the stone, would earn a place of honor within his court and a cart filled with silver. The challenge drew champions from all over the realm to venture out in search of wealth, power, and glory.
Arosnir was the youngest son of a ship builder, too frail to be a warrior, and too weak to take over his fathers trade. He heard the shaman calling this a gift of the gods, and thought perhaps the gods were finally answering his prayers.
He knew that he would never know the glory of building a ship that could reach distant lands across unforgiving seas. He knew that he would never raid these foreign lands and earn a battle name for himself. Finding the fallen star would prove to everyone around him that he was worthy of honor.
He gathered supplies, and without telling anyone of his plans, he left in the dark of night. He took a small single sailed boat from his fathers docks and followed the shore to the north.
Two days of traveling brought him to the fjord lands along northern coast of the isle of Skandia. Even though he wouldn't build a ship, he could still captain one. There is where he would begin his search. He followed the river Oste inland through the forests of black iron sentinels. If this was truly a gift from the gods, it would have fallen into the sacred forests where humans first created .
He searched while in the light of the suns, and under the glow of the moons, he made camp and meditated and prayed for guidance.

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On the sixth day he found a small fishing village isolated in the shadow of the mountains at the end of a deep fjord. A fisherman and his wife took him in and gave him food while he warmed himself by their fire.
When he asked about the fire in the sky, the old fisherman and his wife became angry and pushed him out of their hut. They told him to leave, and if he wanted to talk of evil things, he should go find the Seeress in her hut by the river a days walk into the forest.
Arosnir thought that the villagers must believe that the fire in the sky was an ill omen. That makes sense, the fire must have been much larger here, and far more terrifying than it had been in the south.
It took less than a half day for Arosnir to find the small hut with its thatched roof and mud walls. His felt as though he was being watched and it made him uneasy. He knocked on the door of the hut, and was greeted by a frail, filthy woman, whose skin was as pale as milk, and covered in blue pigment markings, symbols unknown to Arosnir.
He asked her about the fire in the sky, saying that he needed to find where it landed. The Seeress told him that it was a foul place, where the ground was now cursed. Arosnir told her that he is under the direct order of the King himself, and that he was to retrieve an object that fell in that place. It did not matter if the land was fouled, he must go regardless.
Eventually, the Seeress told him that the site is half a day's walk east, just on the other side of the tall finger mountain that edged the fjord. She told him it would be impossible to miss. The very forest has been scorched by it's evil, and darkness is spreading out from its center.
She urged him to abandon this folly, saying its darkness will taint him. It will corrupt his soul and he will not be long for this world should he continue. Arosnir said that he had no choice, he would not be returning home without his prize.
Arosnir left at once, propelled by his excitement. His body felt strong, and his stamina felt inexhaustible. He was close now.
Along the way he spoke prayers to the gods, asking to borrow some of their strength to complete this task before any others. As he crested the ridge line of the finger mountain, he saw what the Seeress had been explaining.
For nearly a mile, the forest had been burned, and at the center sits a crater large enough to fit one of his fathers largest ships, perhaps two. He had made it, now he only had to claim his glory.
The second sun sank beneath the horizon and the only light was the reflection of the moons in the sky. Undaunted, Arosnir started out into the burned forest, almost in a run.
When he reached the edge of the crater that the object had dug into the land, he could see there was something else in the pit, something he was not expecting to find. Halfway out, person was lying on their side, motionless. Cautiously, he approached, he could see that the person was freshly dead, their face was twisted in agony.
He had come too far and there was no turning back now, he must get the object and leave as fast as possible. When he approached the center, he found a stone.

Artist - Carlos Balarezo - Artstation.com
It was no larger than a Honey Melon, black as jet, its surface rough and pockmarked, and shiny as though coated in a thin layer of oil. Dread filled him as he look down at the stone. Inside himself, he heard a voice screaming for him to leave.
He stood there looking down on his chance for glory. He knew that he could not afford to abandon this quest now. The stone sat half buried in the charred ground. How can such a small thing inspire so much fear. He took a deep breath and reached down.
The stone released from the ground with ease, but it was much heavier than Arosnir expected. It took nearly all his remaining strength just to lift it. His heart began to race, and he was overwhelmed by the deafening squeal of the ringing of his ears.
The stone began to grow warmer, as if awakened by his touch. In a short moment the stone was too hot for Arosnir to hold, but it was too late, he couldn't let go. His eyes rolled back into his head and he began to scream.
His scream turned into a roar, as he lifted the stone to his chest, where it burned its way through his flesh and into his body. At once he began to transform. His back arched unnaturally and he fell to his knees. His skin tore open and shaggy brown fur erupted from within.

Artist - Massimo Righi - Artstation.com
A moment later a huge brown bear stood where Arosnir once was, roaring furiously. The giant bear dropped to all fours and ran off in the direction of the village. This night, the fury of Arosnir in bear form, laid the village in ruin. None were spared, all inhabitants were found savaged by a beast unlike any known before.
The Seeress, in her hut was the only survivor when the morning came. She told the next adventurers that arrived, about what happened here. The great bear was not seen again, but it wasn't very long before everyone knew the story of Arosnir and his gem.
Over time Arosnir himself became a god to those telling his story. In the end, it was said that he found the glory he so desperately desired, it just came at a much higher cost that he was ready to pay.
Let his story be an example, be careful of what you long for, it may be the end of you.
There have been those who have sought Arosnir's Gem in the ages since, let us all pray that it remains lost and we never see the great bear.

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The myth of Arosnir and his gem is a cautionary tale told by the Humans of Vallsgard and Skandia.

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