ᛋᛖᚾᚢᚪ 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚊 ᛋᛖᚾᚢᚪ

Senua, you remind me of a story that the Northmen tell about a young woman warrior. Her name is Hervor, the daughter of a berserker born after he was killed. She is a wild, wilful child who teaches herself to fight with weapons.

Senua still sees her face from time to time, hidden in the world. Like she’s still watching over her. She misses her so much.

Druth was a troubled man. A scholar turned slave. They tortured him, took him with them on their raids, drove him to madness. Spreading this new form of darkness to new worlds. To my world.

I learnt the hard way to not be afraid of death, Senua. Because a life without loss is one without love. You turn your back on death… and all you can see is the shadow that it casts. The longer you hide from it, the longer the shadow grows, until all you can see is darkness.

Never forget what it is like to see the world as a child Senua: …where every autumn leaf is like a work of art… every rolling cloud a moving picture…every day, a new story. We too emerge from this magic, like a wave from the ocean, only to return to the sea.

Friendship turned to love. But the shadow of darkness never let her go and she was caught between two worlds. That of Zynbel and her past, and Dillion, her future. Two realities tearing at her soul.