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| ...For love is Immortality.; Hetero, James as Thor/OFC Valkyrie, AU | |
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| jØrdan | March 9, 2013, 2:04 pm Post #181 |
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Valar Morghulis
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AHHH!! I finally finished reading the fucking updates!! I've been so unbelievably busy with school and all that shit, I'm sorry I didn't read sooner. But I'm so happy I did! There's literally so much shit that went down I wouldn't even know where to start... I basically echo all the below comments, particularly Bo's. AND MY LANA!!! HER POWERS!;ALSJDFAKLSJD;F I KNEW THEY WOULD COME! AHH! I'm so excited right now lolol. Lemme just summarize what I was going to say with a SQUEEEEEE I LOVED IT ALL. A;LSDJF LOL. THANK YOU!! I LOVE YOU!!
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| tuesday's gone | March 11, 2013, 7:06 am Post #182 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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OK, off topic first - JORDAAAAAN!!!!! Now, I love Lana! Love, love, love her! Plus there's nothing more satisfying than a bad guy getting his ass kicked, so that's a bonus! What's with that ribbon, I wonder. Why is it so powerful? Who is behind that? *muses* Update soon please! I wanna see what Thor with ROR is doing (another off topic, I watched The Avengers recently and again imagined James as Thor the whole time!!!) I'm sorry it took me so long to comment. I can't wait for more!!!
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| Olyamet | March 15, 2013, 4:43 pm Post #183 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls so much!!!! @ Tiff. Well... the power of the ribbon... is not exactly hers....hehehehe @ Maja. Oh, the learning will be brutal... and a bit funny... @ Jordan. Yay!!!! You here!!!!! Thanks for reading, I know you are busy! @ Bo. Ohhh... those are the right questions!!!! Ribbon.. hm... why is it helping her? Who is behind it? Okay, girls, first of all. Sorry in advance for delay in my updates. I became a mom... lol Not what you think, a surrogate mom. My husband talked me into getting goats.. since we do have a lot of land. He said they are easy.. we did have cows before and it was not a big deal... they are there in the pasture and I'm inside the house with my laptop, it was fine. But they kept jumping the fence, well, the bull did, so we sold them. Now, we got goats and it was all fine, until they start having babies. One had twins and accepted one, but kept pushing the other away.. it was weak and crying.. so naturally I went there and got the poor kid inside the house and fed it with the bottle. It's a week old now and absolutely adorable!!! And it was fine too, but three days ago another goat had triplets and the last baby was pushed away and almost stepped on. I watched her closely and she just ignored the third one... poor thing was still wet and just lay there, crying.. so I got it inside...lol Now I have two of them jumping all over my house, all over the furniture, trying to chew on everything, following me everywhere ( I swear, I can't even go to the bathroom alone!) Baby bottles and milk mix all over the kitchen... diapers... feeding schedule... Yeah, goats are easy my ass! So all this leaves me almost no time to write.. although I try use every free minute when they are thank Gods, sleeping. Now, with no more delays. An update! back to our lovely couple... hehehehe XVII. (Thor's POV) Well, that went just great.. shit. I thought I was so close, that she remembered something, remembered me for a second... her hand on my chest, her eyes... and then it's all vanished. Dammit! And now I can't even talk about Asgard.. she would do as she said, I know her. I need to get on her good side... so far, well, so far it's the usual arguing side. Okay... let's think... what can I do... I wish I could read her mind.. wonder what she's thinking about... Maybe if I start reminding little by little... She should remember something. Now what were her favorite things... hunting... laughter... I love her laughter... her smile... I looked at my captor and sighed, I missed her smile so much. That's it! I'll make her smile! (Astrid's POV) For some reason the brief bickering between me and the newly named James lifted my mood, and I even felt a little guilty for my cruelness. Our silent walk continued for some time and was broken up by his growling voice singing. ******* http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gjrMXdYdNs (Imagine that in James' voice!!! Oh.. and I had to change a few words, to make it fit my story) ******* “Drink, for the wind blows cold and drink for the wolf runs free. Drink for the ships with the sails like wings and drink to the storm-tossed seas!” A smile emerged on my lips as a wave of warmth spilled over my chest and I held myself from looking back. The image of him standing at a table with a drinking horn in his hand floated in my mind. His smiling face... tall, broad shoulders... slightly wavy long blond hair... and those eyes... What? You can't like him! I yanked the rope in my hands with anger at myself and the singing stopped. “What? You want me to shut the fuck up?” “I don't care, you can continue if you feel like entertaining me, it's your choice. The song isn't that bad... I kind of like it.” I bit my tongue. And why did you have to say that? Well it is true.. I do like the song... or is it the voice that's singing it...? His voice grew louder and I felt a strange need to sing along. I looked back at my prisoner unable to stop my smile as he continued. “Drink to the lasting nights and those who warm our beds. Drink to the mead that warms our hearts and the cold that clears our heads!” I need some of that to clear my head... Stop liking it! Stop liking him! The voice continued. “Drink to the Asgard's sky, for the Aesirs are we. Drink for the Bifrost and our King and the Runes of Mystery. Drink for the truth of steel and truth of a Valkyrie's slain. Drink to Valhalla's golden walls and the blood that falls like rain. Drink for the wind blows cold and drink for the wolf runs free. Drink to the ships with the sails like wings for Odin's sons are we!” The growl in his voice made me grin ear to ear and my words came out with a laugh. “You sound like a drunk sailor!” “Well, it is a drinking song.” He smiled back and I felt an unexplained joy looking into his clear blue eyes. My lips slid into another smile. Then my mind woke up as the heart gripped to a strange feeling of liking to be in his company and I quickly turned away, swearing at myself for my foolish behavior. What was that? Why are you all smiles? Are you flirting with him now? What is wrong with you? You cannot like him! My mind pushed with outrage and won, dubbing my prisoner's charm just a figment of my imagination and longing for something I've lost. My mind silenced my heart, raising a new wave of questions, and pinning the heart with guilt for liking a man who was part of the group responsible for my friend’s capture, stirring up more worry for her. Is he really taking me to his village? What if he's just crazy? Is my friend truly safe? She's somewhere scared and maybe hurt and I'm here smiling? That is so wrong! I should be worried about her! I should be walking faster, thinking of a way to get her back. I closed my eyes, trying to pull Lana's face in front of me and saw her smiling. I know I should be worried... but... why am I not? Why do I feel that she's not in danger? No... those feelings are false. I just wish for her to be safe and that is it. Plus, he said that she is safe till they get to the village.. and why would I believe his words? Maybe all of it is a lie.. What reason does he have to lie? Many... too many reasons... he is a robber after all... a robber with clear blue eyes... Dammit! Stop liking him! I shouldn't listen to this barbarian and head for the river! I should find the ship. He said the river winds, we can catch up with them on the next turn. That would be faster and that would be the best... for everyone. I heard a grumpy voice behind me swear, pulling me out of my thoughts. “What now?” “I can't fucking see where I'm going. If you're planning on walking all night, we should at very least get a torch.” I looked around, only now noticing that the the forest has darkened. He's right... we need to stop. I looked back at my prisoner and sighed. “Fine, we'll stop for the night.” “Good, because I'm thirsty and hungry.” His face lit up with a smile, and I stepped off the path, feeling annoyed that his smile made me want to smile back. My voice came out deliberately grouchy. “Who said anything about food?” I yanked the rope, making my way to a few trees standing close by each other and forming a nature-made canopy. “You mean on top of tying me up and pulling me behind you like a dog, you're going to starve me?” I heard a gasp from behind and held my smile again, avoiding looking at his face. Better if I just don't look at him at all. Be strict and rude and whatever you do, don't let his... whatever it is... get to you. He is a prisoner, an enemy. Treat him as one. I pulled him to one of the trees and my lips let out against my mind's ruling. “I have some bread and water.” What did I just say? I shouldn't feed him! He's not worthy! “Bread and water? Can you just catch something, something with meat on it? I'm a man, I need real food.” My eyes flew to his sour face and a smile escaped onto my lips. “Too bad, because this is all I have and you should be grateful I'm willing to share! Now, sit.” I pushed him down, making up with my roughness for the smile. My hands quickly unwrapped the rope off his neck, moving it to his legs. Just don't look at him and stop smiling! I pulled on the ends of the rope and he winced, but I ignored it, keeping my face grim and my voice firm. “I'm going to untie one of your hands, so you can bring it forward. I will tie the other to the tree and you can use the free hand to eat, after that I will tie it up too. One wrong move and you will feel my sword.” I stepped behind him and as soon as his hands went free, he rubbed his wrists. “Can you just untie me, and I'll hunt something for supper? I promise, I will not attack you or run away. I will take you to the mountains.” See what your smiles did? He's not taking you seriously now! “Really? You would do that just out of goodness of your black heart?” I yanked one of his arms back to the tree and quickly wrapped the rope around his wrist, pulling the rope around the tree and his shoulders and secured it far from his reach. “How stupid do you think I am?” He sighed, not answering, and I breathed out. Good. Less talk, less smiles, less of everything. Be firm and brutal, no matter what he says or does. I nodded to myself in confirmation of my own thoughts and stepped away, getting lost in preparations. Time to time my eyes returned to my prisoner, just to make sure he wasn't trying to escape, but he was just sitting there, not attempting to untie himself or do anything to alarm me in anyway, and my heart softened up again at his sad expression. That son of a bitch! Why can't he be repulsive, or say something to offend me, or try to fight me, or run or at very least be less attractive? Hating him would've been so much easier! He's just doing it all on purpose, sitting there looking like a sad puppy, he wants me to like him, to feel sorry for him! Grrr! With those thoughts I continued to break dried tree brunches and the fire was started in no time. There was absolutely nothing else to do and I had to come back to my prisoner. Okay, no pity, don't you dare smile. He is a lowlife. Be firm. I sat down, pulling the wrapped in the cloth bread and the sack of water and laying it on the ground within his reach. Neither of us said a word and the food pulled my thoughts back to the farmers, reinforcing the truth of who was sitting in font of me. Our silent feast brought my mind back into balance and I let myself relax. As the last pieces of bread disappeared, James pulled the water carrier to his lips, gulping more then a half of it in. He handed me the sack and slid his hand on his mustache, wiping the water drops. “Can you leave me one arm free for the night? What if I have to... I don't know... what if I need it.. later...” He scrunched his face and his eyes shined in the light of fire. That blue eyed bastard... be strong and firm. “For what?” I growled back. “For... you know... needs.” Damned blue eyes smiled. This is sooo not helping with the firmness... at all. “What needs?” I held my smile and he rolled his eyes. “What if I'll have to piss?” I almost snorted and a smile made it's way out. “Fight it.” “What if I lose?” He rose one eyebrow and I bit into my lip, feeling a strong need to tease him. Before my mind could catch my words, they slid off my tongue. “Then you will be walking the rest of the trip in soiled pants.” “That is just so mean!” His damned blue eyes were smiling again... |
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| tuesday's gone | March 18, 2013, 4:33 pm Post #184 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I imagined it alright. Many, many, many, many times... This is such a beautiful update, I feel the need to squeal, clap and giggle all at the same time. He told her everything in that song! It's a "list of reminders" song, no wonder she felt certain familiarity (apart from the fact that she is totally smitten by him and his blue eyes, and can you blame her really?!). She is so cute trying to resist his charms. I like the setting very much, the two of them alone in a dark forest, by the fire, exchanging their real roles for a moment, she being the tough, "insensitive" one, he being the pleading, pleasing one. The trip just started and so much progress has been made I wonder what the blue eyes will do next? And how will the tough warrior handle that? His heart may be black, but the eyes... That's the hard part |
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| Olyamet | March 18, 2013, 7:44 pm Post #185 |
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Thank you hunny!!!! Role exchanging could be fun! You got every little thing!!!! As always! I Love you!!! |
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| Daughter Of Immortality | March 19, 2013, 5:37 pm Post #186 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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So, he has decided to make her laugh. It seems to me his plan works just fine. At least he made me giggle. Great update. Astrid as Sig started noticing Thor's attractive side - finally! The blond barbarian has charm and charisma.
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| Olyamet | March 19, 2013, 7:41 pm Post #187 |
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We shall see... hehehehe Thanks Maja!!!
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| tuesday's gone | March 23, 2013, 1:35 am Post #188 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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So how long does it take for the goats to grow up? I need my update!
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| Olyamet | March 23, 2013, 9:12 pm Post #189 |
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LOL! Well, I'm trying to write, but I'm on my four shifts on the row right now... Will'll try to get something out of my head to the laptop after weekend! And babies are all over the house and very bouncy! Sooo cute!
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| Olyamet | March 26, 2013, 9:33 am Post #190 |
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If you are interested, I posted my babies pics on the pets thread! They are sooo cute! Okay, I managed to come up with update while they were napping... Hope you are all still interested. Thank you girls for the comments and for reading so far! Love you all! Time to go back to our Lana... (Lana's POV) We hurried our horses, chased by the quickly darkening sky and fear. But as the distance between us and our captors increased, we slowed down, making sure we were going in the right direction. Thanks to the Gods Malusha knew this part of the land, with her guidance we soon saw the lights of fire behind the trees. At the sound of hooves, the figures by the fire moved, running to cover as the farmer's daughter screamed. “It's okay, it's us!” The taller figure stopped, turning to us. “Malusha!” I slowed my horse, letting my companion get ahead, and my eyes moved to the flames. I felt my heart squeeze heavily as I recognized the almost completely burned down burial pyre. I slowly got off the horse and made my way to the fire. Sorrow pulled heavily on my heart and I dropped to my knees with a sigh. “Sig...” The voices behind me continued with happiness and tears of joy and I looked back at them, feeling eternally alone. The woman let go of her daughter and touched her face. “Oh Gods! What did those bastards do to you?” “I'm okay Mama, they're just bruises.” As they embraced their loved one in the hugs my heart sunk and my eyes returned to the flames. I felt tears slithering down my cheeks, a lump in my throat closing up and a muffled moan escaping my chest. “Why did you have to leave me?” The moan changed into a sob and another wave of tears spilled, dropping down from my chin. Someone's hands wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me up and embracing me in a hug. “Thank you, thank you so much for bringing my daughter back! I don't know how to thank you! I don't even know your name!” “I'm Lana...” I swallowed my tears. “I'm Vasilisa. Why are you crying, are you hurt?” “No... yes... can you tell me which one is my friend?” I looked back at the pyres and Vasilisa pulled on my shoulders, turning me to her. “Your friend? Oh... no, no no, child! She didn't die! She went after you!” The meaning of her words slowly made it through my sorrow flooded mind. “She's alive?!” I stood up, wiping my tears. “Which way did she go? And when?” I felt my heart jump with joy. My Sig is alive! Oh thank the merciful Gods! “They went north, the barbarian told her that his village is there.” Someone else answered. I turned, pulling out of Vasilisa's arms and my eyes stopped on a young boy, no more then ten years old. “What barbarian?” “One of the vikings that attacked us survived, she took him as prisoner to trade him for you and my daughter.” His mother embraced my shoulders again. “I must go after her!” I turned to the line of the dark forest on the north, but the woman shook her head. “In the dark all alone? That is absolutely out of the question! They left some time at noon, they must be far by now. You'll spend the night here in safety and early in the morning you can take one of our horses. They were on foot, you'll be able to catch up in no time!” I looked back at the forest but the woman's hands pulled me to the barn. “Come on, lets get you some food. Dodrynia, go get everything ready for our most honored guest! Our home... well, a humble barn for now, is your home. We are forever in your dept.” Okay, I guess she's right, I can't see anything in the dark anyway. Morning it is. I sighed and followed her. After the fire died down, I watched the family work together, with the young kids holding the torches as the older kids helped their mother push the ashes into graves. Two stones marked the resting place of the remains, and after some final words, the family slowly came back into the barn. I wanted to ask more about my friend and her prisoner, but changed my mind, looking at the sad faces around me. Vasilisa was wiping her tears, gently rocking her baby in her arms. Two little girls were clinging to Malusha on both sides and the smaller boy sat at her feet with his head down. I remembered my family and sighed. I wonder if they grieved over me... What did my brother tell them? Did he tell them that I ran away? Or that I went missing? Did they look for me? I wonder how are they now... probably better off without me... Vladislav is probably married to Nastasya by now... The repeating noise pulled my attention and I saw Dobrynia's hand driving a knife into the log. His hand withdrew and stopped midair. I looked up at his face and met his penetrating stare. Something in his gaze made me feel uneasy and I quickly looked away. I caught his eyes on me all evening... why does he keeps looking at me like that? “The moon is high in the sky, we should all be long asleep... come on little ones.” Vasilisa stood up and gathered the younger kids to the corner of the barn. She returned to me with bags in her hands and I recognized my luggage. “Your friend left in a hurry, she only took one bag with food and water...” She handed me my bags and looked at me with a sad smile. “I'm sorry we have nothing much for bedding, just straw and a few blankets...” “It's okay, really, I have everything I need in here.” I smiled back and she turned to her son. “Dobrynia, go get the horses in the pen for the night.” The noise of the knife digging into the wood followed and I heard his voice. “Malusha... come help me. You know your Cloud never listens to me...” “Okay.” His sister got up, gripping her wrist with a wince. I sighed and pulled my sleeves up, looking at my wrists. I would've had the same bruises, if it weren't for my magical ribbon. It not only protected me, it healed my cuts, all of them! Now I know why I never had any injuries as a child, all thanks to me magical ribbon! My eyes stopped on the still sore line on my finger, where I cut with Sig's sword this morning. I wonder why it didn't heal that? Weird... I wonder how does it work? Where does that magic comes from? What if it's a dark magic...?No... It can't be... it didn't take life... it did injure Ivanko... well, not directly... he did fall, maybe be broke his legs from the fall... or the tree branch broke it... the ribbon just made it fall... and Stanislav... the bees left him alone after he knocked himself out... and those vikings, it just made them fall asleep... powerful magic, but not mean... not deadly... I'm sure it came from something or someone good... “Good night dear. I'll wake you up in the morning and get everything ready for the trip.” Vasislisa waved at me, and I unraveled my bedding over the straw pile. As she returned to the kids my mind came back to my thoughts. I can't wait to tell Sig about my ribbon! And I can't wait to get to Radda's place to find out where she got it from! What if all those rumors were right? What if she really communicates with spirits? Then she should be able to help Sig for sure! I smiled at my thoughts and lowered my head onto my bag, stretching on the fur with a sigh. Tomorrow will be a wonderful day! I will reunite with my Sig and everything will be back to normal. I will ask her to let that prisoner go in peace and we can continue on our way. I moved my head, trying to get comfortable, but something hard kept pushing on my ear. I tried to adjust the bag to make it softer, but whatever it was, was right in the middle of it. I sat up and opened it, pulling the tightly wrapped leather pouch. This is the mix of ground herbs that I made for Sig's wounds! I can offer it to Malusha, for her bruises, it will help with the pain and lessen the swelling. I unwrapped it and looked at the almost rock-like paste. I just need some water to soften it up... “I'm going to put the fire down, sleep well my dear.” Vasilisa picked up the wooden bucket and before I could say anything, she emptied it on the fire pit. I signed and was about to wrap the paste back up, but my mind reminded me of the well I saw earlier. I can wait till the morning... no, it needs the time to dissolve, it'll take hours, I need to make it now and it will be ready by morning. I pulled the covers aside and carefully got up, trying not to make any noise. I pulled a wooden bowl I had in my other bag out, and my eyes stopped on empty water sack. I may as well fill it up, the less preparations I need in the morning, the sooner I can leave. I tried to grab all I needed, but simply didn't have enough hands. I gave up, tying the water sack to my belt, and made my way to the moonlit yard. I reached the well and put the bowl down on the ground, dropping the paste in it. Here, now I just need to add water and... The light noise of a dry branch breaking made me jerk and turn. Two dark figures were moving my way, one shorter and one taller, with something big behind them. I heard a horse snort and relaxed, it's just Dobryna and Malusha. I was about to call out their names when I heard Dobrynia's whispering voice. “Just like that, one moment they're screaming and then sleeping?” “It was a bit weird... it looked like they just dropped where they were standing... no bedding, they weren't even by the fire... one of them was still holding his axe in his hand...” Malusha's voice answered and I lowered myself to the ground, feeling a cold flash. Oh Gods... not again... she thinks I did something... Malusha's voice continued. “What is it all about Dobrynia? Come on, spill it.” I pressed myself to the wooden side, hiding behind the well, listening closer, but nothing prepared me for the words I heard next. “Our saviors weren't humans.” I felt another cold flash and my heart jumped into my throat. What? “What? Why would you think such thing?” Malusha's voice repeated my thoughts. “I heard the talk between that viking and Sig... Mother took the little ones to the barn before he woke up, but I stayed...” Wait... it's not just about me? “What did he say?” Malusha whispered and I froze, trying to catch every word. As I listened to his story my mind plunged into complete chaos. Thor... a Valkyrie who fell from the sky and lost her immortality... I remembered the burned down field, Sig's charred armor, her winged helmet and felt a hot flash. A Valkyrie! Oh my Gods... Dobrynia continued with the part about her sword cutting Thor's shoulder, him calling it an immortal weapon and my mind brought the memory of a glowing golden symbol on her blade. I covered my mouth with my hands, silencing the ready to come out gasp. It wasn't a vision! Oh my Gods! All this time I was with a real Valkyrie! Can that really be true...? Sig's face highlighted by storm rose up in my memory and I almost jumped. Oh... dear mother of... Thor!!! Perun!!! The God of thunder! She felt connected to thunder! To the God of Thunder! Oh Gods... it's all true, he was telling her the truth! Oh my Gods... she really is a Valkyrie! A real Valkyrie! And Perun himself is here to save her! Oh my... Gods... I swallowed. They are the Gods, real Gods! Oh my word... Malusha's voice dropped me out of turmoil of my thoughts. “I think Sig was right, that barbarian was just out of his mind, and you had a hard day... we all did... You believed this crazy story, because you wanted to believe that we were saved by a divine power. You needed to believe that Gods are here, protecting us.” “I know what I saw and what I felt. I saw her fight... and when she told me of my future, when her hand touched me... I felt it, all of it. I knew what she said was true, it's my path, to be a savior of my people.” The boy's voice insisted and his sister's voice softened. “Oh, little brother... You witnessed horrid things, feeling helpless... it's only normal to feel that you need to be a protector, a savior, so nothing like that will ever happen to anyone again.” “There is something else... someone else, that proves him right.” “What?” “Lana.” I felt my heart drop. Me? That's why he was staring at me all evening? Oh... Gods, he thinks if I was in company of Gods... I'm... Malusha's voice interrupted my thoughts. “Lana? What about her?” I held my breath, feeling my heart pounding in my temples. “She was tied up and beaten, just like you, and yet she has not one mark on her, not one bruise.” He noticed that... Oh... Gods... “Not everyone bruises as easily as I do...” “She's not human.” I'm normal girl! Maybe a weird one... with a magical ribbon, but I'm just like everyone else! Why does this always happen to me, why do people always suspect me? “And why do you think that?” I held my breath, waiting for his answer. “Because he said she's not...” I felt my heart skip. Perun was talking about me? Why? He never saw me... he is a God... Malusha's voice covered my thoughts. “The Viking God? Listen, she saved me, she was captured with me, I owe her my life. We owe our lives to those two women. That barbarian was just crazy. Sig didn't recognized him, did she? It's all just in your head. Gods don't walk the land disguised as people, they send us blessings and tasks... maybe they did send those strangers to help us. But they were just people, goodhearted people.” At least I am... The two dark figures stepped away from the trees, passing by me, and I moved, hiding behind the well. Malusha's voice continued. “Just put it all out of your head, little brother.” I was about to sigh with relief, but the air never made it out, stuck half way in my throat as I heard Dobrynia's words. “Everything he said was true and I can prove it.” “Prove it?” I almost breathed out together with Malusha. “If Lana is really what he said she is... if she's a Nymph, I can prove it.” I felt my heart stop and come back with a hot flash as cold shivers shook my body. I swallowed, feeling lightheaded. Nymph... A NYMPH? Me? I'm not! I'm human, I have nothing to do with divine spirits, protectors of forests and plants! Another cold flash ran down my spine, making me gasp. PLANTS! I feel them... I can feel their pain! Oh... Gods... No... no... he's wrong... Nymphs have powers, I don't! I feel plants, but that's not a power... is it? Oh Gods... I gripped at my head, feeling my insides shaking. “You'll see. I will prove it.” Dobrynia's voice pushed through my fogged head and I remembered his stare. I felt cold shivers slithering down my spine. My brother's fear twisted face rose from the depths of my memory, his words cut like a sharp blade. 'You are not human!' The memory brought faces of people from my village... fear in their eyes, almost palpable hate... my burning oak... Dobrynia's words repeatedly flashed in my mind. 'I can prove it.' What is he planning to do? A memory of his hand stabbing the log with the knife blazed through my spinning head and I swallowed. I need to run, away from here. I need to get away from here as soon as possible! I waited for the two figures to vanish at the entrance of the barn and stood up on my shaking legs. I have to run... now. I looked up, finding the northern star in the sky and quickly ran to the safety of the forest line. My heart was jumping in my chest, tears were covering my face, as my hands moved branches aside. I ran nonstop, with my thoughts jumping in my head like squirrels caught in the ring of fire. Outcast, always an outcast! A Nymph? I'm nobody, I'm just a weird girl! Weird, but normal! Why does this always happen to me? Why do people see me as something to fear, to hate? One of the branches painfully hit me in the chest and I fell, covering my face. What if it's true...? If he's a God... he knows... I swallowed and turned onto my back, looking at the night sky. Why did no one ever told me? My parents... they didn't know? They were human... but if I'm really a Nymph... they weren't my parents... Then... where did I come from? Who are my real parents? Why was I living with those people? Someone should've known! Someone should've... I felt another cold flash, remembering Radda's words at our first meeting: 'I was there when you were born, I named you...' I slowly sat up. Radda? She.. she knew...? Why didn't she tell me the truth? I always told her my secrets, my dreams... every singe one of them! Dreams... all those worlds I saw... it was all real... and... I felt the cold hand of sorrow gripping my chest as the memory of my last dream surfaced in my mind. That green-eyed woman... I swallowed my tears, remembering her hands holding me, her looking at me with love, her soft voice singing. It wasn't a dream... it was a memory... a long forgotten memory... the memory of my mother... Her blood chilling scream rose up in my head and I gasped for air, lowering my face into my hands and sobbing. Everything I knew, everything I thought was real, suddenly became a complete mystery. My whole world turned upside down. All the unexplainable things that happened took on a new meaning. |
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| Daughter Of Immortality | March 26, 2013, 2:45 pm Post #191 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I never thought that Lana had so tough childhood. She suffered so much. And now mythology has become her reality... Valkyrie, Perun/Thor and Nymph. Poor Lana, she is so confused. I hope she will find all the answers for her questions. I curious what will she find out when she meets Radda again and would she help Thor to convince Astrid to believe him. Maybe Satyr was right, Lana is a descendant of royal nymphs, who as Thor said shouldn't exist - but she survived. How? |
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| MetallicaObsessed | March 26, 2013, 4:55 pm Post #192 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Wow, I am again blown away! I can't wait to see how everything comes together. I find myself fascinated with all of these characters. By the way, any chance of Loki update? What's going on on his end? I would love to know. Not trying to tell you what to write or anything, just curious if you're going to write any more about them. Also, your goats are too adorable! What type of goats are they? Pygmies? |
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| Olyamet | March 26, 2013, 7:53 pm Post #193 |
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Jäger.....
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Yep, she is... I feel for her, but I had to... lol And... well, you'll find out it all soon! Thanks Maja!
Are you reading my mind? I'm almost finished writing Loki's POV!! And it will be next update! And all of them will be there... even Frigg and Odin, their POVs after Loki's. And then back to Astrid and Thor and then... don't forget about Balder... hehehe I'll shut up now, I don't want to open all my cards just yet. Thank you Tiff! Goats are just regular goats... my neighbor has pygmies and they are so cute and tiny! |
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| MetallicaObsessed | March 26, 2013, 9:14 pm Post #194 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Wow! Thank you, now I don't feel so pushy! lol Oh, and trust me, I did NOT forget about Balder! And no spoilers out of you woman! lmao |
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| Olyamet | March 29, 2013, 9:52 pm Post #195 |
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Jäger.....
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LOL Be pushy, it gives me more motivation to write more!!!!! And... lol yeah, I'm trying not to give too much up... prematurely, so it's more interesting!
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