After learning the tragic death of Galloperâs mare, Morrigan, you return to the broken bridge that separates the isolated island. Dusk has fallen as you mind the fact that the Jarlssonâs live nearby. Surely they donât mind to see you, but perhaps not so late at night.Â
Youâve always been curious of what secrets the burned down remains were. Itâs been a mystery for years. But now you knowâŠ..
Gaining the courage to not look too deep into the dark waters, you jump from one rotting pillar to the next. Surprisingly keeping your balance on the structures. They groan in objection to your weight. One final leap and youâve made it! Disturbing the dirt that no one has stepped foot on since the incident. Surely if they feared the man and his horse enough to cause their deaths, the locals mustâve left the land to itself, concluding it to also be cursed. Nowadays itâs just a myth. Still, no one dares to tread upon the small island.Â
Heading in the general direction you remembered from Lindaâs vision. You reach into your bag and pull out a bundle of wild flowers. Crouching down to scoop dirt into a pile, adding rocks to keep the flowers upright, the small monument was finished.Â
The moonlight streaming through the broken and ashen boards, after a moment of silence you stand back up. Not so ready to leap on broken planks hanging over inky water, but you must to get back to normal land.Â
Unbeknownst to you, there was a visitor. Watching peculiarly at the familiar figure beyond the bridge. He had come back to mourn the loss of his faithful steed. Remembering the sorrow and anger he felt in those moments, the stable aflame, and the painful cries echoing in his head.Â
Stumbling to your knees while landing on the bridge thatâs half submerged in water. The darkness messing with your perception of where things are. You notice the cobblestone is being lit by something nearby. Eyes widening at the realization that itâs the mare herself and the only man chosen to ride her. Quickly picking yourself up and giving them a wide birth to move around them. Morrigan gazes calmly, puffing a deep exhale from her nostrils. You think of saying something, but nothing comes to mind. Nodding as you excuse yourself from their presence.Â
Galloper nudges Morrigan forward, as if the bridge was still intact, they have no issues crossing over towards the stable remains. Dismounting to kneel in front of the hastily created offering. His steed lowering her head, to look with his eyes and her own, at the various flowers picked from all over Jorvik. Galloper turns in the direction that you went. Climbing onto Morriganâs back and riding into the night. The moon shines bright and the stars flutter and dance in the dark spaces of the sky.
The morning sun rises like any other. Opening the stable doors to get a start on early morning chores so you can go on the trails with your chosen steed. Your eye catches on a small box on the ground. Bending down to get a closer look, you curiously peek inside. Itâs a small pendant on a silver chain. In the shadows of the box, the pendant also seems to have a faint glow. Wondering who wouldâve sent this gift to you, the realization hits you. Itâs just a hopeful theory, but perhaps itâs not outrageous to think that it was from the legend himself. Clasping the chain around your neck, you continue your daily routine. Excited to venture into the forests as the sun dips past the mountains just to catch a glimpse at the specter on his ignited steed.
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