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Part 20: No knowledge she had where her home should be
| I hear her move around. I should jump her now, before she knows I'm here. But I find myself hesitant. Terrified of what I will see instead of the wild, beautiful Sister whom I known and loved since we were children. Tears cloud my vision, the mere thought of her suffering is cutting me like a knife. I grit my teeth. When she senses me coming it's already too late. My lasso around her throat, I fell her to the ground. Push her over, so I don't have to look in her eyes. The second lasso is around her ankles, tight, holding them crossed. Hands behind her back, tied at the elbow with the rope from her neck. Wrists tied with the other rope that holds her ankles and knees. I turn her around, my breath is shallow. Her eyes are huge. "What are you doing? Who are you?" Her voice is the same, the deep, sultry, slightly raspy alto. But her eyes have changed. "Who am I?" Her voice is just a whisper, she looks lost, her gaze seeking the horizon behind me. Looking for something. "You are Swan." The ice blue eyes rest on me for a second, then seek the horizon again. "I am hurt." I have to put my hand on my mouth to stop myself from crying out. "I will help you, Swan. I know you don't understand, you don't remember. But you don't have to. I am your Sister. I will take care of you. Trust me." Her eyes focus on me. Recognizing. Remembering. "Mist." I wipe my eyes, kiss her forehead. Kiss the Sun rune on her shoulder, whisper the incantation. See her fall asleep. She won't awaken until I kiss the Sun rune again. Still, I keep her tied. Cover her with my blanket, gather her in my arms. Thank the gods I won't need to carry her too far. I got a tingling, funny feeling as I seal the cave. Somebody is watching me. I build a fire, sit down beside it, with my skin crawling, try to act as if I haven't spotted him. As if I'm not terrified that he hurt Atle. Killed him, possibly. I close my eyes, let him creep up on me. The smell of death lingers around him. I need every ounce of resolve to keep feigning sleep, keep breathing when I feel his hand touching my hair. My face. Moving down. I sigh, knowing he is looking at my chest. His breathing slows. I sigh again, turn a little. His hand slides further down. I push out my hip. Sharp intake of breath. His mouth lands on my naked thigh. One swift move, crossing my knees. He tries to grab me with his hands, I twist my hips and turn, trapping him under me. Let him understand that I can break his neck if I want. He snarls at me, the otherwise handsome face looks disfigured by hatred. He opens his mouth, and I strike him with my fist, almost breaking his nose. He winces. My right hand rips open his trousers, exposing his shaft, still half erect. Slip my ring on it. "I claim you in Freya's name, Sigurd. You are mine." "Noooo!!!!!!!" His scream of terror echoes in the forest. I bend down to his ear. "I hope he heard you." "Atle? I tossed him into the stream. He drowned by now, you dumb bitch." He tries to laugh, but his voice is breaking. "Not Atle." "Who then, whore?" The hatred in his eyes changes into terror when he hears it. A growl, so deep that his whole body is sensing the vibration. Overgoing into a high-pitched shriek, making the leaves shake. Rustle of giant wings. My voice is colder than ice as I smile at him. "You met his son, didn't you? It's time to meet the father." |
Continuation:
Part 1 (15 sep 2023)Part 2: Learn it well and tell it to others (2 may 2019)
Part 3: As a blood-red cloud darkens the sky (3 may 2019)
Part 4: Only the Valkyries can choose the slain (3 may 2019)
Part 5: Spears will shatter shields will splinter (4 may 2019)
Part 6: Swords will gnaw like wolves through armor (4 jun 2019)
Part 7: Let us now wind the web of war (10 may 2019)
Part 8: With swords unsheated away from here (6 may 2019)
Part 9: Let us advance and wade through the ranks (30 mar 2020)
Part 10: The shafts are iron-bound and arrows are the shuttles (17 may 2019)
Part 11: The Valkyries go weaving with drawn swords (14 sep 2019)
Part 12: We sang well victory songs (10 may 2019)
Part 13: Where friends of us are exchanging blows (17 may 2019)
Part 14: The web of man grey as armor (14 sep 2019)
Part 15: Will cross it with a crimson weft (15 may 2019)
Part 16: Where the warrior banners are forging forwards (17 may 2019)
Part 17: The news of disaster will spread through lands (14 sep 2019)
Part 18: The Sun, sister of the Moon from South (10 jul 2019)
Part 19: Her right hand cast over heaven's rim (27 may 2019)
Part 20: No knowledge she had where her home should be (4 jun 2019)
Part 21: The Moon knew not what might was his (30 mar 2020)
Part 22: The stars knew not where their stations were (30 mar 2020)
Part 23: From below the dragon dark comes forth (21 jun 2019)
Part 24: The bodies of men on his wings he bears (14 sep 2019)
Part 25: Then sought the Gods their assembly-seats (14 sep 2019)
Part 26: Thence come the maidens, mighty in wisdom (6 jul 2019)
Part 27: One did I see in the wet woods bound (27 jul 2019)
Part 28: Wise shall he seem who well can question, and also answers well (14 sep 2019)
Part 29: Nought is concealed that men may say amongst the sons of men (10 sep 2019)
Part 30: Speak thou of hell, for of heaven I know (30 oct 2019)
Part 31: All to know that I fain would ask, who shall vengeance win for the evil work (28 sep 2019)
Part 32: No wise-woman art thou, nor wisdom hast (13 oct 2019)
Part 33: Maiden, awake! Wake thee, my friend. (18 oct 2019)
Part 34: My sister Hyndla, in thy hollow cave! (18 oct 2019)
Part 35: Already comes darkness and ride must we (5 jan 2022)
Part 36: To Valhall, to seek the sacred hall (23 oct 2019)
Part 37: The favour of Allfather seek we to find, to his followers gold he gladly gives (11 nov 2019)
Part 38: And to Sigurd he gave a sword as gift (14 nov 2019)
Part 39: Triumph to some, and treasure to others (2 dec 2019)
Part 40: To many wisdom, and skill in words (12 dec 2019)
Part 41: Fair winds to the sailor, to the singer his art and a manly heart to many a hero (31 dec 2019)
Part 42: From the stall now one of your wolves lead forth (29 mar 2020)
Part 43: Falsely thou asketh me, Freya, to go (16 apr 2020)
Part 44: For so in the glance of thine eyes I see (5 may 2020)
Part 45: On the way of the slain thy lover goes with thee (6 may 2020)
Part 46: Wild dreams, methinks are thine when thou sayest my lover is with me (15 aug 2021)
Part 47: On the way of the slain (11 may 2020)
Part 48: Long is the way, long must thou wander (15 aug 2021)
Part 49: But long is love as well (20 may 2020)
Part 50: Thou mayst find, perchance, what Thou fain wouldst have (15 aug 2021)
Part 51: If the Fates their favor will give (13 jul 2020)
Part 52: And now I have what I ever hoped (17 jul 2020)
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