November 25, 2010 § Leave a comment
My grandfather’s grandfather was a man of the forest, as was his family and their families before them. He would leave home at 2 a.m. in the morning to hunt wood grouse; one time he caught 13 wood grouses all in one morning.
The papers wrote about him, calling him one of the last sorcerers of the forest; he was surrounded by mysterious and inexplicable events. He himself claimed that the explanation for these things happening was his strong will.
His great grandfather, Ärå, was so famous for his strength that he was ordered to come visit the king to prove his might.