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| ...For love is Immortality.; Hetero, James as Thor/OFC Valkyrie, AU | |
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| MetallicaObsessed | January 17, 2013, 1:32 am Post #151 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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| Olyamet | January 22, 2013, 7:29 pm Post #152 |
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Jäger.....
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@ Jordan. Thanks hunny! Well.. it will all come to play...later on. @ Bo. Gods are on their way.. well one of them so far...hehehehe @ Maja. It is..and he will! @ Mia. Good!!! James/Thor is the main reason why I started this story! @ Tiffany. Nooo!!! Thank you!!! Thank you girls! I love you all! Thank you for inspiring comments and for reading! Okay.. so, time to look at Thor I think... This chapter come out a bit long, so I'm going to post the part one, while polishing part two! XIV. (Thor's POV) The stormy cloud withdrew to the sky and the thick, gray fog settled over the burned down field. “So much death... it's horrible...” Multiple gasps turned into cries and moaning filled the chilly air around me, making this ghostly place even gloomier. Gemon lightly pushed me to the left, waving behind his back to the pile of fallen trees, and growled at the nymphs. “No time for crying, we have work to do.” He made his way to higher ground and turned to his crew. “It's early spring, so we have time to do all this just as nature intended. We move in from the south, and make our way north. Your sisters that came earlier are gathering seeds in the deep south, since nothing survived here. I want you to join them, bring all you can bring, grass, windflowers, we'll plant those first, then find sprouts of trees and bushes...” As he continued with his instructions the tearful eyes of the nymphs turned to their boss, letting me carefully make my way through the crowd unnoticed. I stepped behind the pile and heard the Satyr's last words. “Lots of work ahead. I'm going to walk the perimeter and see what is what and meet you later on the south end. Go on now, shoo!” He waved his hands, and made his way to me. As we watched the last quietly weeping figures slowly disappearing into the fog he sighed. “Nymphs, so touchy-feely all the time.” He looked at the trunk of the charred tree, ripped out with its roots, closing the sides of his cape and shivering. “To tell you the truth this place gives me the creeps too, it reeks of death.” I breathed in, feeling my heart sinking as the words of Sol floated in my head. 'She burned!' Lips swallowed a whisper. “Astrid...” Gemon glanced my way and bent down, grasping a handful of dirt and letting ash slowly seep through his fingers. “That little girl caused a lot of devastation... yeah... a lot of devastation. This ground not just burned on the top, it's burned all the way through... as if the blast was pushed in... yeah... nothing survived even under the deepest layers... this will take a lot of work...” He wiped his hands on his cape and looked around. “Come on, let's walk further away before you take the cloak off, just to make sure no one sees you.” He started to walk, time to time picking at the ground with his hooves. “You know, I worked on a lot of disasters over the centuries, there's always something, volcano eruptions, floods, wild fires, mud slides, but I've never seen anything like this... I will have to turn a few creeks to run this way for a water supply... rain alone will not do it, this ground is as dry as a bone, all water is gone, it just evaporated... Plants don't grow without water, you know. They love to drink.” He smiled to himself and slid his hand on his beard. “Not that there's anything wrong with loving to drink, you know.” His hand patted the drinking horn on his belt and he continued, not waiting for me to join the conversation. Maybe he knew that I was only half listening, too busy trying to slow down my jumping heart. Knowing what happened to my little Valkyrie was one thing, but seeing it with my own eyes brought so many emotions that I could barely hold them in place. Trees torched and ripped from their roots, burnt ground with a thick layer of ash as far as my eyes could see... The lump in my throat got bigger and I swallowed, trying to listen to my companion, and hoping his mumbling would take my mind off of what was happening inside of me. “...all those trees, we will move them, so it looks like it was just a forest fire not a blast. I can break some of them in pieces... but I'll leave the biggest ones. They would make good protection for the fragile seedlings for the time being. This place will be open to winds and storms for a while, no trees to hold nature's fury, you know. The higher grounds will be the hardest ones to heal, lower ones will get water, but the tops will be barren for some time I'm afraid...” I looked at the Satyr and tried to find something to answer, but my mind was far away in a labyrinth of never ending questions. Where should I look for her? How would I find her without my powers? What should I do when I find her? All those things that I never thought about before coming here suddenly made it to the surface of my mind and I felt more powerless than when Sol was burning me with her anger. Suddenly, I realized that I had no plan, not even one slightest idea of where to start. I felt my heart pounding faster as my mind struggled to come up with anything useful. Gemon suddenly stopped and kneeled, looking at something on the ground. “Hm... what have we here?” I looked down and saw imprints, partially covered with ash. “Looks like a woman's footprints!” I felt a ray of hope, but Gemon's hand withdrew, and a wave of worry gripped my stomach. Right beside the foot print there was a huge paw mark. The Satyr stood up and scratched his head. “Two creatures walked here... a woman and a wolf...” He walked further and stopped again, looking closer at the markings. “I'd say the wolf was after it's prey... look here, the human's footsteps got wider apart, only partially imprinted as if she or he was running...” “Astrid wouldn't run from a wolf, she a huntress. She had her weapons with her, she would--” “Those prints weren't left by the one you're seeking. They lead to the center of this blast not from it... it was someone else...” Gemon looked my way and I almost hit myself for my stupidity. I can't even think clearly! Come on, where are your hunting skills?! I bent down and looked closer at the ashy ground. “Maybe a human with a dog? Look here, those footprints overstepping the paw marks... Has to be pretty big dog though...” The Satyr touched the print and smelled the air. “Nope, it was definitely a wolf.” “Wolf chasing it's prey or a huntress following the wolf? Maybe a young boy not a woman?” “Woman, see here, that soft mark, like something was sweeping the ground, it's a mark of the bottom of a dress. It couldn't be a cape, it's in front of the footstep, but either way, I wonder what a human was doing here... a woman no less? Lets see... those prints are just partially covered... as if the wind blew the ash over one side of them... the ash cloud from all this should've been pretty big, it was probably falling down like a snow for at least five to six hours, those prints were left after it all settled down, so they were here after that... On the other hand the smell is weak, not fresh... I'd say they were here days ago. Probably the morning after... yeah... very early in the morning, when it was still dark. Look here she almost ran into that tree, she couldn't see it clearly...” Gemon stopped by the tree trunk and I walked closer. “A woman alone in the dark?” Gemon walked farther and bent down again, blowing on something on the ground. “There are no villages anywhere within at least twenty-five miles. A woman alone in the depths of the wild.. interesting... Look, there are more prints here... these are covered almost completely... another wolf... that one was here when the ash was still falling... He stood right here for some time, see how deep those prints are? It's like he was watching... then the second one joined him... I mean, I get why wolves were here, they smelled what I smell...” I pulled the air in, and exhaled. “I smell nothing but smoke and burned wood. What do you smell?” The Satyr sped up, following the trail and avoided looking in my eyes as he threw over the shoulder, “You don't want to know, trust me.” The way he said it sent my heart up into my throat and I caught up with him, pulling on his shoulder. “What do you smell, Gemon?” He stopped and turned to me. “Blood, I smell blood. A lot of it.” “Blood?” I swallowed. “Human blood?” The Satyr shook his head and pointed at something ahead. “Guess again.” My eyes followed his finger and I threw my cloak off my shoulders and jumped into the deep trench in the ground, pulling the broken in half shaft of an ash covered spear. My fingers rubbed off the dust from the damaged half of the metal tip, who's brother was sealed to my pendant, uncovering dark brown stains on the blade and the handle. “It's Astrid's spear! She must've killed the wolves and saved that woman!” The Satyr's eyes rose to mine and he sighed, shaking his head. “It's not the blood of the wolf, nor blood of a human...” Gemon lowered his eyes and pulled his sack off his belt. “Bring it here, I have to take it back to Asgard, immortal weapons must not be left in Midgard. It's a rule, all evidence must be removed, so humans would never find it...” I looked at the blood on the metal. If it's not wolf's... and not human... then... My hand shook, gliding over the blood stained blade. Then it's... my heart jumped up and I swallowed. No... Why would her blood be on her own spear? It's all the way from the tip to the shaft, like it was driven into the body... but who's? A Viking's axe and sword clanked, falling on the ground and I dropped out of my thoughts, returning my eyes to the face of my companion. The question I was afraid to ask stuck in my suddenly dry throat and I swallowed. Gemon sighed and looked at the spear. “She must've somehow injured herself... maybe fell onto it...” “You mean it's... it's her blood?” “The blood of a Valkyrie, no doubt about that.” “That means she was still immortal when that happened, she would've healed, right?” I felt hope raising inside of me and looked back at the deep cut in the ground. “Of course she was! If she survived that kind of fall and the fire, she must've still had her immortality, it's a good thing.” I climbed out of the trench and Gemon pulled the spear from my hands, shoving it into his bag before his eyes returned to mine. “I didn't say I smelled immortal blood.” “But you said Valkyrie blood, not human...” I tried to keep eye contact, but deep green eyes withdrew, pulling the small shred of hope away with them. The Satyr sighed, picked up the viking's weapons off the ground, and pushed the sword through the loop in my belt, then tucked the axe on the other side. Still avoiding my eyes, he picked up the horned helmet and pushed it into my hands. Another sigh escaped his chest and his eyes slowly returned to mine. “You don't know much about Valkyries, do you?” Gemon shook his head, jumped into the trench and started digging at the bottom of it. What does he means don't know much? I probably know more then anyone else! “I know everything there is to know, father told me that legend a thousand times. You said you smell the blood of a Valkyrie and Astrid lost her immortality turning human, if she injured herself when her powers were gone you would've smelled human blood.” Gemon dug out a broken off part of a spear handle and shoved it into his pouch, before climbing back up to me. “You must've listened to your father with half an ear, you were a kid back then, right? Probably were more interested in the war stories.” He walked behind me and picked up the invisibility cloak, pushing it into his sack, then turned to me. “Valkyries are Valkyries. A special breed if you will. Their blood is unique, it's a mix of God's and human blood, with one special addition. When the seeds choose those new born girls, they merged with them, infusing their blood with the essence of the Tree of Life itself. And that is the mix I smell, immortality has nothing to do with it. They weren't born immortal, and since humans age faster, they lived in Valhalla as mortals until they finished the training and come of age, them Odin gave them immortality. But immortal or not, they will forever be Valkyries, it's just what they are, why they were chosen. Do you know why seeds choose those babies out of thousands among thousands of Demigods?” “They choose the most loyal, most beautiful--” I started but Gemon smirked at me. “Have you ever seen a newborn?” “A few... why? What does that have to do with anything?” “When you were looking at a baby that was just born, could you tell that it would grow up to be the most loyal and most beautiful?” I remembered the winkled and red face of Balder. “I couldn't, but the seeds or my father could...” “No, no one can tell what it would grow up to be, or how it would go through life. No one can predict loyalty or beauty. Being born a Demigod doesn't guarantee your beauty, just look at me or other demigods, Gods even, I mean just look at Hel!” Gemon shook his head and shivered. “I never saw anything more horrid then her.” “Then how do those seeds know? Beauty has to do something with it, because all the Valkyries are--” “Absolutely stunning, aren't they? Yes, but seeds don't look for physical beauty, it has nothing to do with it, neither does loyalty. They are seeds, they're don't care about things like that. Seeds search for one thing and one thing only. A very rare combination. A woman who is born with a heart of a true warrior, with the most nourishing and kind spirit, combined with the purest soul. A soul that is so powerful, so pure, that it could never be corrupted to turn evil, it could never be bought or bent. A soul that is so strong that it can bring the inner-strength of others forward. You may not feel that, the layer of your powers is pretty thick, but less powerful beings do. When they meet a Valkyrie, they feel like heroes, and act like heroes. The seeds feel that power and as they are pure life themselves, they enhance it, bringing that beautiful soul to bloom, making it even stronger, and pulling that beauty to the surface. Valkyries are so beautiful, because they are the only deities who's internal beauty matches their appearance.” Gemon's eyes returned to the ground and he bent, touching the ash, then quickly stood up and followed and invisible to me trail, making his way to one of the nearest fallen trees. I didn't know all that... even if my father ever told me.. I don't think he did... how does a Satyr know something I don't? I looked over the torched trees and it suddenly hit me. He knows all about the Tree of Life, about plants, he's connected to it, just like the nymphs, he knows it because he knows what seeds are. “What happens if the seed dies?” I turned to Gemon as he was climbing over the tree trunk and he turned to me. “Part of it, it's essence, will forever stay with the Valkyrie's soul. Souls don't die, they simply return to their maker. Her soul will return to the tree of life, just like the souls of everyone who is bonded with it, like nymphs and satyrs.” I stepped closer and my eyes passed his figure to something charred and bent on the ground behind Gemon. I felt another lump squeezing my throat when I recognized Astrid's armor. I jumped over the tree and as my eyes stopped on the puddle of dried blood on the back plate, my heart skipped, making me drop down to my knees. As my fingers reached to the demolished armor, Gemon's hand landed on my shoulder. “I can feel when a soul returns to the tree of life, it didn't happen. Despite the almost visible imprint of pain your Valkyrie left here, she is alive.” He paused and let go of my shoulder, kneeling by my side. “Look, those cuts on the sides of armor were made with an immortal blade, it's the only thing that can cut it, but it looks like the person who handled it wasn't that great with swords. Look, it's not one clean cut, more like they tried and failed, then finally used the blade like a saw. They cut the armor in a hurry, not caring if they damage it, that means they were trying to help, not robbing the body. Combine that with those footprints, same ones we saw earlier, they lead here... that woman must've found Astrid. She was most likely unconscious... there is a lot of blood here, the ground is soaked with it...” He glanced at me and walked to the other side of the armor, looking at the ground. “Look... there are marks here... as if that woman dropped whatever she was carrying, see those two flat marks? Then she opened her luggage, see those lines? Like something was unraveled. Then she pulled the body here... See, right here, how deep those lines get?” I watched Gemon moving between the prints, reading what happened here and feeling my heart beating faster. “That woman pulled the Valkyrie out of here... that way.” Gemon waved his hand and I jumped up, following the wide line on the ground with my eyes. I have a visible trail I can easily follow! “I must go.” “Sure, you will get all the way to the part where it was washed off by the rain, don't you know, it always rains within a hundred yards of an open portal? Once you get to that part you can guess if that woman still followed a straight line or if she turned, then the forest starts, would you be able to find a ten day old trail in the freshly washed grass?” He smirked at me and took his sack off his belt, pulling it wide open. “Tell you what, you help me to clean this up and I'll help you, I have to go that way anyway, to check if there's more to clean up.” |
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| MetallicaObsessed | January 23, 2013, 12:58 pm Post #153 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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I can't wait for you to finish polishing! I love Gemon! He doesn't suffer fools lightly, even if those fools are gods! Thor is so tender and concerned, I can't wait to see what happens when he finds his "little Valkyrie". Even more, how he is going to react when she doesn't remember him or her real name. Made my day, as I am home from work early because I am sick! Thanks Olya! |
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| Olyamet | January 24, 2013, 10:14 pm Post #154 |
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Jäger.....
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well, we'll see....hehehe And yes, Gemon is a character... Lol Thanks, hunny!!! Awww... Sorry to hear that you sick. Hope you feel better soon! Thanks again!
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| MetallicaObsessed | January 24, 2013, 10:21 pm Post #155 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Thank you! Hopefully this fever will break tonight!
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| tuesday's gone | January 25, 2013, 5:58 pm Post #156 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Fantastic update!!! Absolutely fantastic! First of all, no Thor chapter can ever be too long. Like EVER. That said, I don't know where to start with my praises. Perhaps I should first repeat what I have said thousands of times before - the way you write James makes me jump in my chair every time. Then a couple of highlights: "my little Valkyrie" line just kills me (softly) whenever it crosses Thor's mind. Thor remembering Balder's newborn face - just priceless! The image of half the spear, with its "brother" around his neck was so beautiful. And the symbolic use of the word "brother" adds to the feeling. And of course the captivating detective moments, why was there the second wolf... What lies ahead for Thor and his odd drink loving companion (and let us not forget - Sygin's man (or rather goat? ).But the most beautiful part is the description of what Valkyries are all about... It took my breath away. I re-read it three times! Such a beautiful choice of words, wonderful imagery, it carried me far away, just as Thor I presume. It is exactly what he needs, now that he is stripped off all his powers, now that he is just another plain, weak human, his little Valkyrie who will show him his true self, his real strengths hidden beneath godly powers, the ultimate force of love reserved for that one special ("my") person. Standing against the surrounding death and destruction, scorched ground and blood is this imagery of the tree of life, the everlasting soul, the overwhelming strength of Astrid as a woman, a Valkyrie, and Thor, a man, a god... Simply beautiful. Wonderful chapter! Just what I needed. Thank you!
Edited by tuesday's gone, January 29, 2013, 4:13 pm.
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| SlayingTheDreamer | January 26, 2013, 7:01 am Post #157 |
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Never talk with strangers.
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^I couldn't agree more! the part about Valkyries was absolutely amazing, it was like reading a great book. I told you so many times already, but I'll tell you again - you have wonderful writing style, a combination of simple and yet so effective and beautiful lines, I'm a reader who always pays attention on writing, sometimes more than plot itself! wonderful POV! looking forward for more
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| Daughter Of Immortality | January 26, 2013, 4:10 pm Post #158 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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We learned more about Valkyrie. His search for Astrid is started. It will be exciting! I can't wait for more! |
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| Olyamet | January 29, 2013, 11:44 am Post #159 |
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Jäger.....
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Sorry for a delay, was working 4 on the row... @ Tiffany. I hope you feel better hunny! Here is more, all polished! @ Bo. You got it all sister!@ Mia. Thank you hunny! I had to come up with seeds and the legend about Valkyries, since there is not much to go on in the mythology, glad you liked it! Thank you for you kind words! @ Maja. Yes, he is there and he is closer with every step!!! Love you all girls!!! Thank you for reading! So, as promised, the second part of this chapter. (Continue of Thor's POV) I looked at the trail and turned back to my companion, who was still waiting for my actions. He had the nose of a dog, he could easily find where they went. I quickly gathered Astrid's armor from the ground and, piece by piece, lowered it into the satyr's bottomless bag. “There, now lets go.” I turned and started walking, keeping my eyes on the drag marks. My heart was pounding in my chest, wanting to fly forward faster and my legs sped up. The hoarse voice behind me cackled. “Remember it's an old trail, and I'm an old goat, you know, so hold your horses. We need to pay more attention to the trail or we may miss some important clues.” I made myself slow down, and the Satyr caught up with me. “We're lucky that this place is far from any human settlements, the Valkyrie's armor may have been damaged, but that metal was forged in Asgard.. it's stronger then anything humans ever saw, it would've been one great find. They wouldn't be able to melt it down, or see any markings, but they sure would try to sell it. Glad we found it, that way I don't have to trace it down as it changes hands. I had to do that one time.. pain in my furry ass, I tell you. Skadi dropped one of her skis while hunting in the mountains...” I let Gemon's words pass by my mind and returned to my thoughts. Now I had something, an old trail was better than nothing. That woman couldn't take Astrid too far... maybe they're even still there. Astrid was wounded, she needs time to heal in the slow human way, it could take days... My heart skipped again as mind brought picture of the blood on the armor. I just need to know that she's okay... Gemon said it was a lot of blood, I have to be sure. Once I find them I can stay out of sight, keeping an eye on Astrid until I come up with a plan. Loki said she lost her memory, she wouldn't recognize me... I have to come up with something to make her come back here with me... I have to bring her with me to Asgard, then she will be safe and we can try and look for the seed... What if she refuses to go? I have to bring her. I wish I had Loki's silver tongue... Shit... I only have two weeks... or is it three? What did Sigyn said? My copy will turn back into water after... Fuck, that would be a nice thing to remember, where was my mind when she was saying it? I can ask Gemon, he should know, I tuned back to my helper's voice and found him in the middle of another story I wasn't paying attention to. “...my father never had to do anything like that, but yet he brags about his fallen star ordeal, like it was the biggest thing ever. He was so proud that Odin himself talked to him and gave him instructions. I can't say that I ever spoke to Odin, but after this I will have my own story to tell, I mean, after all this is out in the open, of course. I will tell him how I helped the son of Odin, and did the impossible job of healing the Death Valley. That's what I'll call it, Death Valley, sounds just right. It's not a star, like in my father's story, but Valkyries don't fall to Midgard everyday, you know. I may only have Odin's son, but my father didn't have to do that much work. He didn't even have to bring back the evidence! Odin himself told him not to look for it, and he didn't have to heal the area. So he didn't have to do nothing! But he can't stop bragging, so proud of it. That was so long ago no one even remembers it anymore, but yet he still brings it up at every family gathering.” Gemon's words leaked through my thoughts and I turned to him. “I don't remember Father telling me a story about it... when was it?” “You weren't even born yet, that's how long ago it was, but my father can't let it go.” Gemon grumpily pulled on the sides of his cape and I tried to remember the stories my father told me. Nope... don't remember anything about a fallen star... “And what happened? You said a star fell to Midgard?” “That's what he said, said he felt the star. Bull, I tell you, we can't feel nothing that's not alive, and I told him that, but he insisted that he did. Said when they went to that place with Odin, he felt that star's pain. He said he wanted to find it and help it, but Odin stopped him. I'd say my father was just making it all more dramatic, he probably felt the pain of the trees that were growing lower on the mountains, there was a forest there, you know, but Odin said to leave it all dead. Father said the devastation was great, the star hit with such power it split one big mountain into many broken peaks, and that the heat was so strong it melted the ancient ice caps, causing a lake to form in between the pushed apart napes. That part is true...” Gemon's voice faded to the background and the words of my father rose up in my mind. '...and it crossed the sky like a burning star, falling into the great mountain of Midgard, the impact was so strong the mountain split apart and the heat melted everything around, flooding the area as the seed burned it's way deep under the ice...' The lost seed! I felt my heart jump and griped onto Gemon's hand. “Did your father ever tell you where it was? Which mountains?” “He didn't have to, it was here, in our mountains. My family takes care of this region right here, from the black forest in the west following Danub to the sea and the mountains in the north.” “How far are those mountains from here?” I couldn't cover my excitement and Gemon looked at me with a puzzled look. “Probably two weeks of travel, why?” “I just never heard that story before, interesting to hear it... I mean, it's not like stars fall that often. And the fact that it happened in this area and our fathers worked together, and we are now in the same area, working together...” I tried to slow down my heart and Gemon smiled. “I know a lot of stories, but this one will be my own. Of course I have to wait till it's all over with, but I'll have one great story to tell on family gathering.” The Satyr smiled and I looked down, trying to hide my smile. I know where the seed is and with his help I'll find Astrid! I just need to somehow make her go with me to the north... My eyes stopped on the spots on the ground and I stopped. The trail was still visible for a few steps, but completely washed away further, vanishing at the base of a hill. Which way from there? Do they go left or right? I looked at my helper and he smirked. “Told you, no more prints. We have to rely on my nose from here on.” He smelled the air and started walking. “They went left, I think I know where they're headed, there are rocky hills hear by, good place to stay hidden, many caves.” He started walking again and I felt my heart leap. “I hope they're still there...” Please be there... We passed the hill and I saw the wall of a greenery ahead of us, my legs sped up again, but I made myself slow down, waiting for the Satyr to get ahead of me. “Those caves start right after this slope, there are a few of them, once we get closer I'll be able to tell which one.” Gemon passed me and I followed his lead, feeling every beat of my heart jumping in my temples. Please be there... please be okay... As we made our way through the forest, Gemon pointed at the deep indent on the open ground. “Yep, we're on the right path, they passed right here, so it must be the first cave then. I don't think that woman really knew this area, the path is winding... she could've cut a shorter path here, but she went around those bushes...” He stopped again and looked closer at the branches. “Weird... this one was broken, but was tied up with a moss plug... see here? Very weird... maybe she was covering her path? No.. any professional hunter would see it... what's the deal? She did a pretty good job though, I can feel that it's healed... interesting. A human who cares about plants... very interesting...” As soon as I saw the rocky wall behind the trees, I couldn't hold myself any longer, and ran to the dark opening. My mind was telling me to slow down, to be discreet and look inside first, in case they're still there, but my heart pushed forward, ignoring the warning. I flew inside and stopped right by the bed of chilled coals. Dammit! They left... when? Where did they go? I kneeled by the fire pit and picked up one of the coals in my hand. Cold... fuck! “They were here, they stayed here for some time. Lived in place, I can smell it...” He smelled the air and made his way in. “Hm... I smell...” He passed me and lowered himself to the ground, touching the rocky floor and I looked around with disappointment. I'm late... they left... where did they go? My eyes stopped on something in the corner and I quickly made my way to the wall. My heart jumped as my hands picked up the bent and broken helmet. “Astrid... where are you?” “It's blood... fresh blood.” Gemon's voice made me turn and I almost dropped the helmet. “Valkyrie or human?” Gemon stood up, rubbing something between his fingers, then smelling it. “Neither...” “What do you mean neither?” “Neither Varkyrie, nor human. That's weird and troubling, but it explains the branch... I need to tell Sigyn, this can ruin everything... or...” “Gemon, what are you talking about?” “It's the blood of a nymph. Just a few drops right here, and it was spilled no more then three hours ago.” “Nymph?” Loki didn't say anything about a nymph... someone's watching Astrid? But why a nymph? No, that doesn't sound right... “What was a nymph doing here?” “I'd like to know myself...” Gemon smelled his fingers again. “Not one of mine... very young, not even of age yet... that explains why the branch was tied up and not just healed...” He jerked his head away from his hand, his eyes widened. “This is an old blood line... it shouldn't be here, it shouldn't even exist...” He dropped on his knees and scraped the dried drop of blood from the floor. His hands were visibly shaking as he pulled a rag from his pocket, carefully wrapping his find in it. “I must tell Sigyn... I must send her a message, this is too big...” Thunder rocked the sky and we both turned to the opening of the cave. “I'll never make it... the portal is closing... it will be sealed until we are ready to return... I have to wait... maybe send a message somehow... If it's royal blood... I have to be sure first...” He looked around and jumped up, running to the opening and looking at the ground closely. What the fuck? What is he talking about? The only royal nymphs are the ones that take care of the great garden by my father's palace... they're both as ancient as the world itself... there are no younglings... their sister had a child when I was a kid, but they were all murdered... the whole family... that was before the great war... The old Satyr is mistaking something, maybe his nose isn't as good as I thought. I watched Gemon run all the way to the line of the forest and slowly come back in, carefully inspecting the ground with every step. “You mean to say there's a royal nymph, that shouldn't exist, following Astrid and that woman?” More thunder followed my words and Gemon turned to me. “No, I mean to say THAT woman that's helping your Valkyrie IS that nymph. Only two lines of footprints lead out of here. They went that way, north.” My eyes turned to the trees and I shoved the helmet into the satyr's hands. “I must go, they couldn't get that far, if I run, I can catch up with them. Then we will know for sure who is who, maybe you are mistaken. I mean if she is who you say she is, why did she drag Astrid all the way here? She could've just healed her right there.” “She is too young, her powers are very limited. Don't you know anything? Nymphs get their training first when they're young, then get their powers in full, right now all she has is the power of empathy. She can feel life, but can't do anything else... and if she's not trained to use her powers before she come of age... it's not safe... but maybe you're right, maybe I am mistaken, because she shouldn't exist at all. It's impossible... and if that is... no... she should be older... this one is just a baby... no...that's impossible... she can't be... maybe I am mistaken... I have to be...” He shook his head. “It has to be a mistake... but she is a nymph, that is for sure.” The Satyr looked at the line of trees, then shook his head again and turned back to me. “Anyway, there is a path there, I'm sure they following it, it leads straight north. I have to get back to the valley, so no one suspects anything.” Gemon pushed Astrid's helmet into his sack and looked at me. “My Lord... A word of advice from an old goat, if I may...” I looked at my helper and his eyes met mine. “When you find her, you tell her the truth, tell her what you really feel. Tell her you love her.” I lowered my eyes. “How do you know?” “You wouldn't be here, risking your life for just anyone, would you? No powers, vulnerable to your enemies, disobeying your mother and risking a cruel punishment... Plus... ever since we arrived in Midgard your heart has been jumping in your chest like a caged bird. You let that bird free, let it speak, trust me.” “Thanks for everything Gemon, I will never forget what you did for me today.” “I would've done more, but my Mistress forbad me from helping your Valkyrie, she did ask me to keep an eye on you. You watch out for him Gemon, she said, he is powerless and hotheaded, you make sure he comes back to Asgard unharmed, but do it from a distance, so no one sees you with him, remember the punishment that Frigg spoke of. She's a good kid you know, my Goddess. She has a good heart, even if so many see her as cruel sometimes... cold... I raised her since she was a baby... I know the real Sigyn. She's changed ever since her heart chose... what it chose...” Satyr sighed and looked down. “My brother is not bad, he just... always gets into trouble.” “Starting the trouble, you mean. Who knows, maybe her love can change him with time... but right now, I wouldn't trust him so much... One more thing, here, take this.” Gemon dug into his pocket, pulling out a little wooden flute and handed it to me. “You call me if anything goes wrong, if you need my help. It's a summoning flute, just play it and I'll be right there.” “Thanks, let's hope I won't need it.” I tucked flute in the side pocket of my cape and looked back at the satyr. “I'll meet you back at the valley in...” “Three weeks, remember you have to be back exactly three weeks from now, by sunrise, if anything goes wrong use the flute.” |
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| Daughter Of Immortality | January 31, 2013, 3:36 pm Post #160 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Hm... this chapter left me with so many questions. We have a royal nymph. And that lost nymph is Lana. Hm... It would be a perfect explanation for everything. But who killed her family and who saved her? And then we have a story about a fallen star. Why Odin didn't want to continue his search back then? Maybe it wasn't a star? Is this a part of his plan? And the lost seed. So many hidden things! I have my theory, but I will keep it for myself for now. Thor has to be really quick to find Astrid and make her believe him. This will be interesting! Great update Olya as always. |
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| MetallicaObsessed | January 31, 2013, 7:58 pm Post #161 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Olya, I feel much better! Fantastic update, so excited to see what happens next! |
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| tuesday's gone | February 1, 2013, 4:37 am Post #162 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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This chapter is just one giant teaser! *spanks you* Why was the family of nymphs killed? This is certainly linked to Lana's dream. What keeps saving her? Who keeps an eye on her? Was it meant for her to find and save Astrid? (of course it was and of course she's staying safe because of a, khm, divine intervention )Perfect detective story developing further here. The way Gemon reads the clues and traces is so fun and interesting. But... But James!!!! Oh my Thor!!!! I just read the chapter completely hypnotized, unable to think properly of the rest of the story, the important background developing here, because I was only seeing him, rushing, hurrying, pushed forward by rising hope of finding her, only to face disappointment once he realizes she is still out of his reach. His constant worrying about her, his futile attempts at hiding it followed by the killer line from Gemon about what he should do when he does find her. Beautiful! Also the fact that he is still rushing, acting on impulse, still unaware of the difficulties and dangers that lie ahead, the anticipation of seeing him grow, seeing them both grow individually and together on their journey to the fallen star hidden in the cold mountains and their journey to their true selves makes me so impatient and excited I can hardly wait for the next chapter. Beautiful!!! I love you for writing this.
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| Olyamet | February 5, 2013, 5:25 pm Post #163 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you, thank you thank you!!!! Girls, you make my day with your amazing comments! Love you all! Okay... more! XV. (Astrid's POV) After two hours of non stop walking our way was crossed by a little creek, which ran into the woods, and I stepped closer, kneeling by the clear waters. A faint sound of thunder in the south sky made my heart skip, spreading sad warmth and the feeling that I'd fought with all morning returned. It all started when were leaving the cave, something was telling me to stay. As we made our way through the barely lit by the morning sun forest the feeling grew, pounding in my temples with every step I took. At one point it got so strong I barely held myself from turning and running back. I started asking Lana about her friend to keep my mind off my thoughts, and the feeling weakened, slowly winding away. And now it came back, heavily pulling at my heart. The soft, distant roar repeated and I breathed in and out, bending forward and looking at my reflection. Who are you and why does this sound makes you feel the way you feel? Why do I feel like I'm going the wrong way? And what does the storm has to do with any of it? Maybe Lana is right and it's connected to something in my life, reminding me of home? Maybe my home is somewhere back there, in the south, and I feel that I'm walking further away from it? I wish I knew... I wish I could remember... I grasped a handful of cold water and splashed it on my face. The faster we get to Lana's friend, the sooner I'll get all the answers, I just hope she can help me. My eyes returned to my reflection and the blue eyes of a stranger stared back at me form the surface of the rippling waters. I want to remember who you are, I want to remember the life you had... I want to remember what happened... A weak thought slowly crawled into my mind. What if Radda can't help me? What if I'll never remember? I shook my head and splashed water over my face again, chasing my gloomy thought away. I will know everything when we get there, let's just get there first. A barely there scream echoed thought the air, pulling me out of my thoughts and I jumped up. “Did you hear that?” Lana stood up, wiping the water off her face and listened. “I didn't hear anything... maybe some animal?” As soon as she said it, the scream, louder this time and unmistakably human, repeated and I jumped over the creek, running in the direction of the sound. “Someone needs help! Come on!” A few long minutes of frantic running through the woods brought a strong, burning spasm to my side, but loud scream of a woman made me speed up, ignoring the pain. Though the woods I could see an old farm, with a partially destroyed by years of decay, a barn in process of repairs, and a half finished new construction. As I came closer I saw four warriors and a girl about Lana's age, she was kneeling by something on the ground and crying. One of the barbarians gripped the girl's hair, pulling her to the barn and I pulled my sword in front of me, yelling to Lana over my shoulder. “Stay here!” “Sig wait, there are too many of them!” Her words flew by as I ran, still too far to do anything to stop a horrid scene that was unraveling in front of my eyes. A middle aged man came form behind the new house. “Papa, no!” The teenage girl screamed, but the hand of the man with a wood chipping axe rose up. I pushed myself to run faster, but the barbarian's axe flashed in the air and man's body slowly dropped to the ground just as I jumped form the line of trees. “Leave them alone!” I pushed a scream out of my lungs and all four vikings turned to me with surprised faces. “Leave them alone or die!” I slowed down in front of them and the hand of the barbarian that was holding the girl's hair released, grabbing at his axe. “Would you look at that... A woman who wants to play a hero?” The hefty sized viking smirked, twirling his axe in his hand. The girl quickly got up and ran behind me, gripping at my arm. “There are many of them!” “Run to the woods, my friend will keep you safe.” I whispered to the scared teen, not taking my eyes off my enemies. As her fingers lifted off my arm, a viking with one broken horn on his helmet and scar across his face smirked. “Who the fuck are you?” “Gather your men and leave this place, and I will let you live.” My voice came out strong and loud. “You think you can scare us?” His eyes lowered, slowly sliding over my figure and his lips slid into smirk. “You better watch it Surt, she has a sword!” The deep voice of a barrel-shaped barbarian cackled, bringing a smiles to faces of his friends. The scarred warrior slid his hand on his beard, looking at me with a clear amusement. “Tell you what, you drop your sword, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you live.” “Not a chance.” I heard my own growl and scarred man slowly drew his sword out, moving it to his eyes, and sliding his nail on the blade with a smile. “Your funeral.” The other's stepped back, letting their leader take care of the, in their eyes, insignificant threat, surrounding the two of us and laughing in foretaste of entertainment. I raised my sword, feeling my body burning with a strange new feeling. It was almost as though my body knew what was coming and was ready for it. More so, it was almost craving it. The hit of the axe came first and was blocked, the sword came second and I turned, sliding by the side of the viking on my knees. My arm with the sword jerked up and the deep exhale from barbarian's chest followed by the heavy sound of his body dropping on the ground behind me. “What the fuck...?” Someone breathed out and I stood up, moving my sword as I turned, looking at three remaining vikings. The shock on their faces quickly turned to anger and all three of them bared their arms, ready for revenge. “You killed Surt! You'll pay for this bitch!” The barrel-shaped barbarian gripped his axe tighter, charging at me with the speed of a pissed off wild bore. A light turn, a swing of the sword, and barrel-shaped body passed me by, dropping listlessly. “Brother!” A gasp flew in the air and both remaining barbarians jumped at me at the same time. Axes and swords flashed in the air, my body acting on impulse, disconnected from my mind, blocking hits, avoiding deadly steel. Every movement was faster than the previous one, and came as easily as breathing. Turn and hit, bend to the side, axe flying by my arm, an anger twisted face followed by a blade, metal clink, a moan, a gasp, and then silence. Two more barbarians at my feet, one dead, one wounded and disarmed, crawling to his weapon. I breathed in, feeling my body tingling with victory, as a smile appeared on my lips. Whoever I am, Lana was right about one thing, I am a warrior. A scream from the side pulled me out of my thoughts, something glistened in the rays of the sun in the air, moving my way, and my arm flew up, catching a viking axe by the handle. Before I could see who threw it, the wounded viking at my feet reached his sword and sat up. Without thought my arm went down, hitting his head with the flat side of the caught axe. He fell back to the ground and I kicked his sword out of his hand, turning to the direction the axe had come from. A young, red-haired barbarian stepped back, swallowing, as I stepped over the body of his friend. I looked into his eyes, almost physically feeling his fear as his face turned pale. His eyes widened and his hand released his sword, letting it fall by his feet. “Hey, Surt!” A short and wide figure wrapped in balding fur stepped from behind the unfinished construction of the new house. His eyes wandered to the bodies behind me. “What the...?” “Kill her!” The red-haired barbarian came out of his stupor and picked up his sword. Two more vikings appeared in the doorway of the barn, both on loot-loaded horses, pulling another horse behind them. The young redhead rushed to them, jumping on the spare horse as his friends sped up their steeds my way, raising their weapons. Three on horses, one on foot... and I'm alone in the open, lets have some fun. I felt my lips curl in a smile and glanced to the old house that was closer to me. Through the broken window I saw a woman with an infant in her hands and a mask of horror on her face, the smile vanished from my lips. I have to help her... I looked back at the barbarians and in the corner of my eye, I saw movement. A young boy ran out from behind the barn, his shaking hands stretching a small bow, and before I could scream 'no' the arrow flew up, darting into the back of the horse of the redheaded viking. The animal neared loudly and buckled under its rider, ramming forward into the two other horsemen, causing a light confusion, and I used the moment to run to the house. As I turned to look if the boy went back to safety, I saw another, taller viking running to me with a sword in one hand and an axe in the other. He screamed something, and I quickly opened the door. I pushed the dead bolt on the hinges, hoping that it would at least give me a few minutes and quickly scanned the brightly lit room. Two little girls were clinging to each other in one corner. A young barbarian, dressed in all black to my right, holding a sword to the neck of a woman with the child. A broken window, partially covered with cloth on the wall in front of me. Another man, dressed in a simple cotton shirt and pants to the left of me, pulling clothes from the wooden chest and throwing them on the floor. “I'll find it and when I do, you will all die!” He turned to the noise and dropped the clothes on the floor. “Who the fuck are you?” The second barbarian turned away from the woman, moving his sword off her neck and I quickly raised my sword, pointing it at him and looking at the woman. “Run!” My voice made her jump to her little girls as the poorly dressed barbarian glanced at my bloody sword and picked up an axe. “Where the fuck did you come from?” “From your worst nightmare!” I growled back and the viking in black barred his teeth with a smile, throwing his axe from one hand to the other. “Feisty, I like that! Don't kill her Olaf, I want her.” He stepped to the side and I moved my sword, following him. In the corner of my eye I saw movement by the window, the woman was pushing the younger girl out and handing her the baby. “I'm not done with you yet!” The one called Olaf stepped forward, gripping her arm and she jerked back, falling out of the window. The barbarian swore and the dark haired girl screamed, darting back to the corner. Shit... I have to make the first move before the others slam through that door... My arm moved before my mind could come up with a plan and my sword sliced into the body of the nearest robber, all the way to the pommel. I pulled back, to avoid the axe flying at me and it hit the corner beam, cracking it. I pulled my sword out of the dead body and moved to the remaining warrior as he raised his sword, but a sudden noise behind me made me turn. A tall blond viking slammed through the door, shattering the old wood into pieces. He raised his hand with a bloody sword for a hit and jumped aside from my blade. My sword moved to his axe, knocking it out of his grip and sending it to the ceiling. It hit the joint beam, sending pieces of saw dust falling down like rain, and the blond viking grabbed at his eyes. “Fuck!” I jumped back to the black barbarian and his eyes widened as my sword ripped its way through his stomach. I kicked his body off my blade and it hit the previously cracked support, taking the wall down. The building moved, and the ceiling beam broke off, falling on the head of the blond viking and pinning him down. The house started to crumble and I quickly jumped to the little girl, grasping her body in my arms and pushing her through the window. As I gripped at the sides of the window, the wall came loose, falling and pulling me with it, something heavy hit my head and everything turned black. |
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| MetallicaObsessed | February 6, 2013, 3:22 am Post #164 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Oh deah LAWD! A cliffhanger? My heart is racing, what happened to my girl? |
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| Olyamet | February 10, 2013, 11:53 am Post #165 |
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Jäger.....
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Well... you will find out soon! Sorry I'm on my 4 on the row shifts, but today is the last one, after that I can get back to writing! |
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Thank you! Hopefully this fever will break tonight!

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