Tyr remembered, he remembered a huge part of his life that he had lost and this included the combat experience and fighting style.
Tyr's eyes were cold, but what did any of this matter?
He was dead, was he not?
Tyr accepted the deeds he had done in the past and recollected crucial information about his family and the kind of tribe he belonged to but a huge chunk of his memories were still missing.
"I killed her?" Tyr thought and before him, was the younger version of himself.
"Yes, you did… Your love kills everyone it touches…" Tyr watched his younger self speak but he just smiled at him.
"You must have carried that all alone, how lonely it must have felt…" Tyr said; he had found a reason to live, to love.
"It is our curse, you cannot run from it…" Tyr watched his younger self harp on about how he was not worthy of love or to give love and Tyr simply listened to him without uttering a word as he began to walk towards him.
"W-What are you doing?" He watched his younger self get flustered, he knew this was a part of him he had denied since that incident and only now, was he ready to embrace him.
This was the part of him that only manifested itself when his life was on the brink of death.
Tyr understood everything now as he stopped right in front of his younger.
"My love is cursed and that is why I have extinguished that curse with my own two hands. If I do not exist, I cannot afflict anyone else…." Tyr said as he embraced his younger self.
"How would my love ever be worthy…" Tyr said as he gripped his younger self even tighter.
"... If I cannot love myself?" This was all Tyr said as his younger self kept quiet.
"Geez, you really are a smooth talker…" Younger Tyr spoke as tears began streaming down his face.
"I am sorry for abandoning you…" Tyr apologized as this was the moment he became one again.
His younger self had forgiven him and in doing so, merged back with Tyr.
Tyr had forgiven himself and in doing so, found himself at the gates of Valhalla.
The gates opened once more and Tyr knew it was time to leave this world behind and he was content doing so.
"Farewell," Tyr said as he began walking towards the golden gates but something strange happened.
He felt a familiar hand gripping him, this feeling…
"Kahina?" Tyr questioned as he looked back to see his younger sister.
"It is not time yet, big brother…" Kahina said but this confused Tyr, he was no doubt dead so what was the meaning of this?
"What do you mean?" Tyr asked and Kahina smiled innocently as she responded.
"Do you want to play a game?" Kahina's voice was as kind and innocent as he remembered.
"Sure…" Tyr said; the gates were still open so he could go in anytime and seeing Kahina brought him an indescribable peace.
"Live.." This was all she said and Tyr felt something wet trickle down his face.
Tyr opened his eyes to see Bjorn over him, but the tears were that of Gudrun, Bjorn had continuously pushed and beat against his chest to get his heart to restart.
There was no way he was going to let Tyr die like this, even when everyone had given up, Bjorn kept on doing this for close to ten minutes after Tyr's heart had stopped.
"B-Bjorn?" Tyr called out weakly and everyone fell silent, no one could believe it.
This was nothing short of a miracle and Tyr saw Bjorn shedding tears for him.
Nora quickly shoved Bjorn aside and immediately instructed everyone to give him space because she did not know what was going on.
Tyr was back to life and that could only mean that Sighvatur's attack had missed his heart, even if it was by a few inches.
That was the only reason he was alive but that did not mean his condition was not dire.
Tyr had taken massive internal damage and he was still in a critical condition, his wounds did not just magically close up and the only reason he was revived was because of Bjorn's determination.
Bjorn had been paralyzed in the fight but after Sighvatur fell, there was no longer any need for the Sturlungar clan to oppose them as they heard what was at stake in the battle hence the antidote.
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Kolbeinn awoke to hear what had happened and he was both surprised and disgusted by Tyr's genius.
This was something no sane person would do but the fact that he had managed to make his clan stronger than ever was something he did not take for granted.
Kolbeinn was willing to forgive everything he did because Bjorn had saved his daughter.
He knew the fate that awaited her and this was his way of showing gratitude to the brothers.
Gudrun excitedly narrated what happened to Kolbeinn and he regretted not being present to witness this act of the gods because who rises from the dead?
That question was now answered, Tyr did.
Everyone waited outside the tent he was being treated in, they hoped and prayed that he would pull through because Tyr had done what nobody else could do and that brought them all under a single banner.
The night passed with Tyr slipping in and out of consciousness, with the healers not sure if he could pull through as his body could go into shock at any moment but alas, the gods had different plans.
The healers came out after thirteen gruelling hours of trying to stabilise him and made the crucial announcement that Tyr Ragnarsson was going to live.
The cheers echoed through the camp and even Bjorn found himself smiling.
Just like Viggo suspected, Bjorn did not hate his brother as much as he let on but Viggo was scared of Tyr Ragnarsson, a man that conquered death.
Thi
s was the birth of his normen. Tyr, the undead.
