So it was this it came to after all.
I really didn't expect it. Well, it's always in the back of your mind, that one day Byggvir, one day you are going to be one of those that you talk about with your friends. One of those who didn't make it, and your friends will talk about you just as you have talked about countless others. 'Oh', they'll say. 'What a shame. He was such a fine young elf. ' Aye, I fought with him for many years. Only a hundred years old himself, but as able as you and me.' At least that's what I hope they'll say.

   And like that they'll go on for the first, possibly even the second day, just as if I wasn't real anymore. I was dead after all. But when I think about all those times where I too have joined in that talk, and looking at it from the outside as i am doing now, it was all very unpersonal. Sure, they'll talk about all the things we did together, and what I liked or didn't like, and that they feel sorry for the family. But it won't be as real to them as it is to me now. 'Cause they're just like I was. Didn't really expect it would happen to me, and they won't expect it will happen to them. No matter. That doesn't mean they're not the best friends I've ever had, it's just weird to be on the other side.

  And at least I didn't run. Took the arrows head on. They could have aimed a little better though. A gut wound hurts, and exanguination takes some time. Took me just over two hours I estimate. Got an opportunity to think though, I'm glad I knew what hit me. It would be kinda sad to not even know you're dead, right? I mean, i could end up as one of those sad spirits who just... wanders.

   There's a kid standing over me. Human. Teenager by the looks of it. Humans are alright I guess, I just hope he won't leave me here. My friends have no doubt guessed what has happened to me, but it isn't often we get to bury people with whom I now share my fate. It would be a nice change, maybe a bit more personal. Family and friends get to say goodbye and all that. We always said it would all be better if we could just get the bodies. That it was just too sad to not know where those dead guys were, rotting out in some bog, or carried away by animals. I don't really want to be carried away. Not that I'll feel anything. Ever again.

"Dad! Over here!"
"What is it Draugr - oh. I see. Run back an get Tor, tell him to bring a carriage."
"Yes father."

Seems they were pretty decent. I can feel them lifting me onto something flat and high above the ground, and pretty soon we're rolling in a direction I recognize. Home. It was not that long a journey, though my sense of time has been a bit... off the last day or so. If I had to guess I'd say it took about 5 hours. Elves usually aren't hostile towards humans, even this close to our lands, especially a small hunting party like this, so they could pass, no problem. At least when they told them about me.

  So when I am lifted of the carriage I can feel hands on my face; my mother and father no doubt. And I can hear people crying. That was new. I never cried when we sat and talked about a missing or dead comrade. It feels kinda nice. I wonder what will happen next. Hope I didn't traumatise that kid. Draugr, funny name. And kind of ironic too.