I am Satana’s child. The keepers of Lapinheim call me Rabbit. They say I have itchy feet. I never stay anywhere long. I chose the name Kinninigan after an obscure tale of a hero whose name could not be said by deceivers. Frigg named me Lysander, which means “Liberator,” or “one who frees men.” And so, my name is Kinninigan Lysander Rabbit. But the people of the Vielands call me Isaac.

In the verdant mountains of my childhood, I ran for joy, not for fear. But in the lands of men, fear has moved me too often. There aren’t many places here that move me to run for joy. So I often run for pride.

I was young when I came here. A lawman took me off the street and gave me to a family. But they took me for the wrong reasons, and my feet carried me away from them as soon as they could. That is a story for later. I found companions who enjoyed drink, women, and loud music. I enjoyed those things with them. There were many women, many long nights of intoxication, and a few short ones. I regret none of it.

But I took to study once I found a home among my gregarious friends. There is much thought of magic and philosophy in those places, but all of it comes with the smell of fear, fear and a desire for power. My learning made me strange to my new friends, and before long, my feet became itchy again. I learned of a beautiful and misunderstood monster, and I would seek her out. But that’s also a story for later.

There’s something about me that makes me a stranger wherever I go. How can I say this without seeming arrogant? People are not worthy of trust. They prove it often, leaving me disdainful, resentful, and angry. But I find that the more I complain, the more blame comes my way. I get the feeling that I am expected to create my circumstances as if by magic. It is as if I am expected to be a god, and when people catch me acting like a lost rabbit, they turn foul.

But I am Satana’s child. At this point in my travels I was beginning to remember Her, and the gemstone in my pocket grew warm.

Still, I ran on toward folly.

Lost again, I came upon a military organization, a naval unit. They claimed to guard the lakes, shores, and rivers. I craved power and acceptance. So I joined them. They respected my speed and my commitment to honor. But they committed horrible crimes, and my ruby grew cold.

That is what I’ll speak of next.

Wardruna – Raido