The dreams come for me every night; beautiful tales of what would happen, what should happen, what will happen. Images of a world made free under my rule. Beautiful thoughts of Midguard, charred and blackened and wrecked beyond repair, my revenge complete, my enemies destroyed, my kingdom built.
These dreams are so beautiful, so magnificent. They are everything I have ever wanted from life.
I want vengeance.
I want power.
I want to destroy those who once opposed me.
I want to show this world and all others how great I can be.
I want my brother to see his precious world bathed in blood.
I want my father to see the things that I can do, the things that I am capable of.
I want these dreams to be real.
I want this world to fall.
So why?
Why, when I have these dreams, do I wake in fear?
Why do I tremble? Why do I cower? Why am I afraid of this future?
Why am I afraid of this power?
Why is this vengeance that I have planned turning against me?
Why do I fear that which I want more than anything else?
You lack conviction.