Warzone

Mira. In constant repair.

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Heads Up 7 Up

Tagged by: @comicgoblinwrites

This is an excerpt from my new novella Chasing Phantoms, which will be available on Amazon shortly.

I never like to be in one place for very long and the longer I stay the less I sleep. Cautious. Or paranoid. There is a fine line between the two and I always did like stitching. This is the fourth day in Monsaquilo and I’ve stayed in just as many inns. Changing locations and names everyday. Changing my attitude and outfit with the individual.

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[kainicowrites]

Thursday Afternoon

A clanging. Crying. Muted voices. 

Just ignore it. Focus on folding the clothes. Nothing good ever comes from intervening before I absolutely have to.

“Sit! Down!”

My skin prickles at the harsh rumble and I drop the warm t-shirt, running toward the noise in the kitchen. 

Miloh crying, small body shaking. Though he is nine years old, he has the physique of a boy much younger, something that has only ever fueled Dad’s rage. 

Mom cowering in her chair. A few wisps of hair fleeing her bun, some grey, not due to old age, but the struggles this life has brought her. 

Sella spooning pasta into tupperware. She falls in the middle of the sibling line-up, which has led to her being fiercely independent, mostly out of necessity. 

Ivy repeatedly drying the same dish. She is Sella’s shadow, only one year her junior, usually forgotten in the chaos.

Dad towering over Miloh, calm fury in his features. I can’t remember a time where there was anything other than rage or indifference behind his eyes. “I don’t like repeating myself, Miloh.”

“Dad, I promise I didn’t mean to,” Miloh whimpers, his dark curls trembling with his body. 

It never gets any easier watching my baby brother endure Dad’s rage. Dad has very specific expectations of the boys and girls in this family, and Miloh has never come close to meeting them. He’s not large enough or strong enough or aggressive enough to be a “man”. He enjoys cooking and putting ornaments on the Christmas tree and, worst of all, comforting Mom when she’s hurt. The memories and guilt from every time I failed Miloh gnaw at my insides, but I stuff it down and jump into my role of diffuser, though it rarely works. I take careful steps closer to the two of them, “What’s going on here?” 

Dad turns to me, hazel eyes that match mine foggy with anger, “Nothing that concerns you, Dahlia.”

Everyone’s attention shifts to the backdoor as Silas walks through and I silently hope the interruption is enough to break the tension. Though he is sixteen and Dad’s favorite, I know he won’t intervene. Why would he risk getting on Dad’s bad side? 

The only sound for a moment is Miloh’s quiet sobs, then Dad snaps back into action, “Arabeth! If you are so bold as to defend your son then you come and do it!” 

She briefly hesitates and that damned anger I get from Dad flares. I hate myself for the question that I have struggled with since I was Miloh’s age: Why can’t she be stronger? Finally, she rises from her seat and takes Miloh’s place at the sink, Miloh running to my side and grasping my hand. We all hold our breath as Mom reaches down the disposal and pulls out a mangled fork. Dad calmly takes it from her, inspecting it as though it is an ancient artifact. 

“What did I tell you?” He pokes her with it in the chest. “Don’t defend a lying child.” Poke. “Unless you want to receive the consequences.” Poke.

I can’t keep watching this, all over a stupid fork. Besides, it’s not as though my brother and sisters will do anything. “Okay, Dad. Miloh didn’t mean it. Let’s just go back to our chores.”

I immediately know I said the wrong thing. His eyes glaze over, his body seeming to grow bigger, as though the evil thing living inside came unleashed. “I say when this is over! Everybody, into the living room. Now!” 

We all move in unison. This has happened before and it’s not wise to disobey him when he’s reached this level of fury. We make our way to the couches, but I freeze when Dad calmly says, “Not you, Dahlia. Over here.”

I usher Miloh to the couch and walk over to Dad. I’ve spent the vast majority of my life learning how to navigate his anger. I’ve gotten pretty good at it, but sometimes I make mistakes, like today. My stomach drops when Dad reaches to his side and unholsters his revolver. My first thought is that I am dead. That he’ll kill me. This isn’t the first time thinking this, nor will it be the last. But, I stand firm, willing to do so to protect Miloh and the others, even my mother, who wouldn’t do the same. 

He stomps over, an inhuman smirk on his face, but instead of pointing the barrel at me, he unloads the weapon except for a single bullet, spins it, and hands it over grip first. “I am fed up with the lack of respect in this family. I have tried to teach you the discipline I learned in the military, but you all have been huge disappointments. Dahlia, you seem to think you are in charge here, so let’s see if you have what it takes to make the hard choices.” My heart betrays me, racing to the point of near nausea. The revolver is heavy in my hand and I swallow the bile that threatens to spill out. He grips my arm so hard his knuckles go white and aims it at Miloh. “Pull the trigger. Let’s see what fate decides.”

Sick bastard! There is no way Dad has grown to be this cruel. I look at Miloh, face streaked with tears. Sometimes I feel like more of a mother to him than a sister, like he is a part of my soul living outside my body. He deserves to live a full and happy life, which will never happen while Dad looms over us. Through my hazy vision and the shaking of my hand, I slowly turn toward Dad. Just as my finger starts to pull on the trigger, Dad disarms me in a blur, hitting me on the left temple with the butt of the gun. I stumble back, vision going black and head pounding. 

Dad’s shouts come at me as though in an amphitheater, “You should have obeyed me, Dahlia!”

Staggering along the floor, trying to keep myself upright, sobs and terrified screams meet my echoing ears. When I get my vision back, it is swimming, the room a carnival funhouse. The pistol he keeps in a locked drawer in the living room, now in his hands.

“Please don’t do this, Kaid!” Mom’s meek voice.

“Dad, no!” Silas, teary-eyed for the first time since I can remember. 

Sella and Ivy unmoving, huddling close together. 

“Dahlia… Dahlia, please help.” Miloh wailing my name over and over. 

I need to get the pistol out of his hands. I try to run at him, tripping over my own feet before I can reach him, the room still spinning. 

BANG!

Ears ringing. Screams echoing. 

BANG!

I scramble to my feet. This cannot be happening. A brief glance at my family proves that this is not a nightmare. Mom and Silas slumped on the couch, motionless. Blood pooling.

“Dahlia!” Miloh’s feet are stuck to the ground where he stands. 

BANG!

Ivy shrieks, “Sella! Sella, no!”

Dad’s arm shifts further down the line, face expressionless, “You all should have obeyed!” 

I run at him again, willing my feet to be quick. 

BANG!

My chest crashes into his side, tackling him to the floor, crashing on the glass coffee table as we go down. I ignore the shards sticking out of my skin, turning red, my only thought being to protect Miloh. I grab the pistol Dad dropped in the scuffle and, not taking my eyes from his emotionless ones, point it at him, pulling the trigger. 

“You should have known better than to threaten Miloh. If you knew me at all, you’d know I will protect him at any cost.”

The rushing in my ears fades away, replaced by the sound of Miloh still whimpering my name. The gun falls from my fingers, mixing with the broken glass and blood. I rush over to Miloh, enveloping him in my arms. 

“Dahlia, this is all my fault.” 

I rock him back and forth, “No, Miloh. I should have stopped him. I should have been faster.” I look at the bodies over his shoulder, my family gone forever, lost in a storm of rage. Here one moment, gone the next. 

Sirens sound from outside, likely called in by a concerned neighbor. 

Miloh pulls back, our eyes meeting, “Let’s go, Dahlia. We can start fresh somewhere else. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

I squat down to his level, “Oh, Miloh. That sounds wonderful, but we have to face this. If we start running now, we’ll never stop. But, I promise I won’t let anyone hurt us again.”

Miloh studies my face for a moment before nodding. I lead him outside to await the flashing lights, away from the death inside. 

Us against the world. As it has always been. As it will always be.

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Forging Sparks pt. 4

The stairs up to Hawx’s home creaked as I approached their front door. I stood there for a moment, the bronze knocker, an open book with a sword down the center, stared me in the face, daring me to make myself known. In the six months I’d been here, I had only visited Hawx’s house a handful of times. Even though I’d always been welcomed with open arms, I still felt strange coming here, like I was burdening them. Besides, I wasn’t always in the mood to be lectured by Hawx. 

I raised my hand to knock, but thought better of it. Maybe this wasn’t the best decision. I turned to walk back down the stairs, porch creaking. 

The door opened and Vivica, Hawx’s wife, stood in the doorway, “I thought I heard someone out here. Come in, Sparks! We were just about to sit down for some dinner.”

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude on your meal.”

She put one hand on her hip, waving me over with the other, “Nonsense! Get in here!”

“Alright…”

Vivica ushered me into the foyer and Hawx’s voice echoed down the hall, “What is it, my love?”

“Sparks is here.”

We entered the dining area, Hawx setting out plates for the two of them, “Sparks! What a nice surprise. What brings you by?” It was always strange seeing Hawx out of uniform, like I was violating their privacy.

I shifted uneasily from foot to foot, tamping down the electricity that threatened to expose my discomfort. Hawx had spent the last few months teaching me how to control my powers and not explode at any emotion. Mother never taught me I could use my power for good and learning that had completely changed my perspective, but I did miss the release I felt in using my lightning. 

I cleared my throat, “I need to talk to you about something important.”

Hawx furrowed their brows, their orange and grey eyes sweeping over me for any hint, “Of course. Please join us. We can discuss it over dinner if you would not mind.”

I took a seat across from them, “Sure, thanks.”

Vivica ran into the kitchen to fetch a third plate, then sat beside Hawx. 

Hawx’s ever observant eyes on me, “What is bothering you?” Damn them and their ability to read me like an opponent. 

I sighed, “It’s my mother. She’s causing trouble again.”

Vivica turned to Hawx, gauging their reaction. The latter remained stone-faced, “I had heard rumblings of that, but could not confirm it. If you believe it is her that is all the confirmation I need. What have you heard?”

My teeth ground in frustration. How could they know about this and not tell me? But my anger was dulled at the way Hawx believed in me. No one ever had as much as them. I tried to keep the bite out of my voice, “Why didn’t you tell me you suspected she was back?”

“Because I did not know for sure until now.”

I inhaled deeply, steadying myself, “What are we supposed to do?”

“I am not sure, but I would be very grateful if you helped me with this. Your knowledge of her will give us an edge.”

Looking down at my barely eaten food, words built in my throat, “I almost sought her out.” I met Hawx’s eyes, “But I came here instead. What does that say about me?”

Their lips turned up, almost imperceptibly, “It says that you have grown greatly and I am very proud of you.”

Outwardly, I rolled my eyes, but inside I was simply a young mutant desperate for reassurance.

Hawx ripped off a piece of chicken, “Let us enjoy our dinner, but in the morning I will talk to the General.”

I wasn’t sure if the surge in my power was from relief or terror, but I stayed and ate all the same. There would be time to deal with Mother later. For now, I wanted to savor a warm meal with my newfound family.

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Forging Sparks pt. 3

“Remember, use only the skills I taught you. Only use your powers if you absolutely have to. It will give you away otherwise,” Hawx whispered from beside me. 

We were standing outside of what was suspected to be an opium den. Four months of training later, Hawx finally deemed me ready for an actual mission. Hawx’s mother, the General of the Collective Species Army or CSA, caught wind of this supposed den and the opium peddlers who ran it. Our job was to go in quietly and take out the peddlers with as few casualties as possible, while also protecting the innocents.

I followed Hawx’s lead, several others behind me as they picked multiple locks and we snuck into the small hidden door that led to the cellar. The immediate scent of incense crawled up my nose and down my throat, suffocating me. The extreme use of incense was most likely a way to cover the smell of the opium smoke that was heavy in the air. 

We shuffled silently along the left wall, but quickly froze when there was the sound of a door opening and footsteps on the stairs. 

A halting hand and a hushed, “This one is all you, Sparks.” 

This would be the first time truly facing someone without using my lightning and I couldn’t help but doubt my ability to do it. Though, I knew Hawx would have my back if I needed them.

The female orc that appeared was petite with large tusks that were barely visible in the dark cellar. I held my breath, stalking silently across the space between us, pouncing before she realized she wasn’t alone. With a swift flat-handed hit to the neck, the female went down. 

I breathed a sigh of relief as Hawx’s hand rested on my shoulder, “Well done. You have successfully secured your first prisoner without any assistance from your magic. Help me tie her up.” I had to admit, it felt good not to rely upon my powers. 

Once the orc’s hands, feet, and mouth were bound, we secured the cellar and made our way up the stairs. Voices seeped through the cracks around the door, the smell growing stronger, threatening to gag me. Having learned the floor plan from an anonymous insider, we knew where they were extracting the opium and where individuals were partaking in the vile drug. 

Hawx carefully cracked the door open and I noted the scattered individuals. A fae and an elf at the extraction table, three more orcs sitting on a couch, talking amicably, and more disembodied voices coming from other rooms. The smoke was a visible cloud infiltrating every corner. Quickly shutting the door, Hawx delivered a hushed plan, denoting who each of us would take down. 

Electricity boiled in my veins, but I had to keep it under control. This was my opportunity to prove to myself and Hawx that the sometimes infuriating, yet invigorating months of training were worth it. 

The next several minutes were a well-choreographed blur of sneaking and incapacitating our respective opponents. Not once did my fingers so much as tingle with a spark. The two side rooms were even easier, most of the individuals in them innocents, only guilty of getting swallowed whole by this drug. 

Zero casualties, eight prisoners, and six innocents later, we were on our way back to the two wagons we stashed for just this purpose, a cool breeze on my damp forehead. The air around me sweet after the suffocating den. 

Hawx sidled up next to me, a firm hand grasping my shoulder, “You did great, Sparks. I am proud of you. You helped change many lives today for the better.” 

I met Hawx’s gaze and didn’t bother trying to hide the smile that came to my face. I never knew pride could exist without immense guilt.

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Forging Sparks pt. 2

A fist aimed for my side, but I dodged out of the way, falling into a defensive stance. 

“Good, but do not forget to stay light on your toes.” Hawx swept for my legs and I barely managed to avoid it. 

We circled each other and I said with a snarl, “Being light on my feet doesn’t matter when I can just use my lightning.” 

Hawx gave me a stern look, “And what happens when you face off against someone like me who can counteract your powers?”

Not wanting to admit they were right, I threw a punch that, of course, they sidestepped. To be fair, they had over one hundred years of training. Between stamping down my lightning and the effortless way Hawx dodged and deflected my blows, my fury only grew. Desperate to hit something, I attacked with a rapid succession of punches. Hawx slipped between my fists and moved like a leaf in the wind. In the process, they managed to spin me around, dulling my airflow with a headlock. 

Mother’s voice sounded like a warning in my head, Never let anyone get the better of you.

The grip on my powers slipped and the raging lightning coursed through my body. It threatened to shoot out of my fingertips, but Hawx smothered it, “You are in control, not the power. Breathe and let it pass through you.” 

Their soothing tone had the opposite effect that they wanted and I spit out, “I’m done with this! Let me go!”

They freed me from their grip and I finally noticed a male standing beside the sparring ring, watching. 

I shouted at him, “What are you looking at?” 

Bolts singed the air around me, but I bit them back before they could take over. 

The large fae male raised his hands in surrender, an amused smirk spread across his face, “Woah, sparks. The name’s Arkyn. I’m Hawx’s father. They asked me to bring you something. You want it or not?”

‘Sparks’… Interesting. 

Curiosity got the better of me, seeing a wrapped object at his feet, and I strode over to him, “What is it?”

Hawx joined the two of us and Arkyn lifted the object, handing it to me, “See for yourself.”

The object was heavier than I anticipated and I gently pulled back the cloth to reveal a beautifully crafted sword. I tilted the blade back and forth in the light, running my finger along it. Though it was smooth to the touch, when the light hit it, there were ripples in the metal that resembled bolts of lightning. 

“This is beautiful. Thank you, Arkyn.”

Arkyn bowed slightly, “Hawx couldn’t give me a name, but if you want one engraved on the blade, let me know.” The name he called me echoed in my head. Sparks. I had abandoned my old self the moment my mother turned her back on me, vowing to remain nameless until I found a name that felt like it belonged. I returned Arkyn’s smirk from earlier, “Sparks is perfect.”

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Forging Sparks pt. 1

The fae I knelt beside was covered in ash and soot with burns down their left arm and hand. They were wheezing slightly, eyes closed against the sun overhead. Clearly having given up on fleeing. There was nothing I could do for them except drag them behind a building, hopefully out of harm’s way. 

Everywhere I looked, a blazing inferno. Walking down the streets, I was greeted with screams as another fire sparked in front of a group of individuals trying to escape. A quick glance of my surroundings told me the eyes that were the same color as mine weren’t looking. Nor were any of her followers. I absorbed the fire into myself, creating an opening for those fleeing. There was no use attempting to convince my mother to stop what she was doing, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t minimize the damage. 

I peered around a small shack, a bone-chilling view unfolding in front of me. My mother, fiery red hair matching the flames shooting out of her hands, surrounded by orcs, mutants, and half breeds. All the outcasts in one place. All following one woman. My mother. 

Individuals in blue and grey uniforms fought my mother and her followers. Mother was out numbered and nearly surrounded, but her flames continued to burn. Fear rattled inside me at the thought of her noticing that I was not assisting in the fight. Electricity coursed through me, tingling at my fingertips. That fear ignited when a ball of fire flew directly at me, narrowly missing my head. 

The harsh, booming voice that raised me echoed against the buildings, “Why aren’t you fighting!”

I forced myself not to shrink back, but my voice came out meek, “I never wanted to kill innocents.”

Even though she had her eyes trained on me, she was still dodging and fighting those around her, “Do they look innocent? They would kill everyone here if given the chance!”

A figure dressed in black and grey, probably a higher ranked individual, fighting Mother with an unseen power, shouted, “That is not true! We are only here to stop your destruction!”

I absorbed more of the scene unfolding in front of me, some uniformed individuals helped those injured or trying to run. Others with water or air magic were trying to put out Mother’s fires. 

“Don’t let them trick you, foolish child! I raised you to fight for the cause! Now, fight!”

Lightning sparked and zapped from my hands, as red as my eyes. I could tell I was about to lose control, but I bit it down, dampening my magic. I locked eyes with my mother, silently pleading. 

She shook her head and spared a glance around the village, noting how dwindled her followers had become. “All forces retreat! To me!” She spun around spewing fire, creating a ring between her followers and the others, me included. Before those with water magic could begin to put out the fires, Atri, Mother’s second in command, split the ground behind the flames, creating a rift ten feet across. When the flames were finally squashed, Mother and her followers were long gone, most likely transported through a portal of Eleet’s creation. My mother had amassed a crew of powerful magic wielder’s and Eleet’s power was the most rare. Teleportation through rifts in the planes of this world. 

I closed my eyes and unleashed my magic, screaming to the sky and falling to my knees, knowing I’d been left behind. When I opened them, I expected to find a group of unconscious individuals, electrocuted, but instead I found that my lightning had been contained by a wall of hard magic. 

I wiped away the single tear that had escaped and met eyes of two different colors. One so grey it could be black, the other a rust orange. “That is some power you’ve got there. I nearly could not contain it all.”

Voice hoarse from screaming, “Who are you?”

“I am Hawx. We are here to help.” They gestured around at a group carrying an injured fae on a stretcher. 

I spoke through gritted teeth, “Looks can be deceiving.”

“I agree with you there. Though actions are a tell of who someone really is and these individuals only want to help. I only want to help.” They paused, looking me in the eye once more, “What do you want to do, young one?”

“I-I…I don’t know.” I knew my mother was cruel, but I never thought she would leave me behind. 

The fae warrior spoke again, “Come with us. We can help you master your powers.”

I stared at my hands and ground my teeth, unsure what to do. I certainly did not desire another mentor, but they seemed nice enough and they could provide the shelter I needed. Lost and without another option, “Fine, but I don’t need training.”

“Everyone needs training, but we will see how you settle in first.”

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Melting Wax

Here is my submission for flash fiction friday! How far would you go to save your lover on the brink of death?

My throat sears in pain, blood and phlegm dripping from my lips. I put my body weight on the arm I have slung over my lover’s shoulder, hunched over, barely putting one foot in front of the next. 

“It’s okay, my love. I will get you to the healer. Just hold on.” She glances around frantically, “Can someone help us? Please help us.”

The people in the street part, going the long way around us. Some unabashedly walk the other way. Curtains close. Hushed whispers, “Always possessed that one.”

We struggle closer to the healer, me wheezing and coughing with every step. Nay-Ahli shouts at the bystanders, “Why won’t any of you help?”

No one answers. Not that I expect them to. All my life has been the same. Everyone, but Nay-Ahli and the healer keeping their distance. All, but them thinking I am cursed. 

Maybe I am.

***

Familiar hands stroking my hair. A soft bed. The deep rumble of the healer. It’s a struggle to breathe, but then again, it’s always been that way. My eyes crack open. Nay-Ahli sits on the edge of the bed. The healer on a stool beside it. 

I try to speak, but my words come out as rasping coughs. 

A soothing voice, “Shh, don’t try to speak. We made it. The healer will make you better now.”

“Nay-Ahli, you’re not listening to me. There is nothing I can do. The lungs are too strained and can no longer keep up with the body.”

“There has to be something! I can’t lose–” 

I rest my hand on her knee, locking eyes with her. Whispering, “It’s okay, Nay-Ahli. I’m okay.”

“No! I will not let you die!”

Oh my sweet Nay-Ahli. She never has been good at letting go. If only I had the strength to tell her one last time how much I cherish her and she’ll be okay without me.

The pain ebbs. Even the feeling of Nay-Ahli caressing my hair. All that remains is an echo of Nay-Ahli’s soul crushing sobs.

***

A deep breath. The first I’ve had in a long time. My eyes take longer than normal to open as if they’re rusty from disuse. A candle flickers. A strange flame, purple instead of orange.

A woman speaks, her voice faintly familiar, “There. I’ve done it. Now, let him go.”

I prop myself up on my elbows, absorbing the scene in the room. I’m still in the healer’s clinic. The town’s mage stands beside me holding that strange candle. Nay-Ahli has a knife to the healer’s side. 

She drops the knife and comes rushing at me, knocking me back, “You’re okay! You’re alive!”

I lean into her embrace, shocked at how strong and healthy I feel. Then the night flashes in my memory and I gently push Nay-Ahli away, “What’s going on?”

Over her shoulder, the healer flees silently from the clinic. 

Tears streak her cheeks and she chokes out, “It doesn’t matter. I got you back.”

When I catch the mage’s eyes, I see what I know to be true in my soul. If I still have a soul… As long as that candle burns, so too does my life. And the wax is already melting. 

Nay-Ahli goes to look at the mage, but I catch her chin, “My love. My beautiful love. I am here, but I won’t be forever.”

“Shh, don’t talk like that. We will get to live our life together now.”

I gently stroke her cheek, “That may be true, but not in the way you want it to be. Magic doesn’t last forever. Let’s enjoy whatever time we have together.”

She spins on the mage, “What are they talking about? You told me you could resurrect them.”

The mage speaks firmly, “And that is what I did, but like they said magic doesn’t last forever.”

Nay-Ahli stalks toward the mage, fury radiating off of her, “You’re all evil! Every one of you refuses to help! You all deserve to die instead of Inerys.”

I am in utter disbelief at her words. This isn’t the Nay-Ahli I know, “Nay-Ahli, stop this.” I rise from the bed and cross the room to stand between the two of them. “I am here now. Let us enjoy the time we have left. The mage took away my sickness, but only for now. Please, let’s go for a ride. You know how I long for a journey through the woods.” 

Nay-Ahli relaxes a bit, “I can’t lose you. Not again.”

“You will never lose me. I will always be with you. Don’t you remember? We share one heart. Yours is mine and mine is yours. Every beat you hear is a reminder of me. It will not bring me any peace to know that you are hurting others because of your grief.”

Her shoulders sag, but she grasps my hand firmly. I gingerly reach for the candle in the mage’s hands with my free hand

“My love, let’s go take a ride, as fast and far as possible. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this healthy in my life.” 

Nay-Ahli gives me a pained half smile, but allows me to pull her out of the clinic as I toss a grateful and apologetic smile at the mage. 

***

The horse we have had for many years whinnies happily when we enter the stables, the candle now a quarter melted. 

My arms wrap around Nay-Ahli’s waist as we ride into the endless forest, the candle miraculously staying lit despite the wind. The sun descending upon the horizon. With each drip of wax, I expect to feel dread, but all I feel is peace. Here with the woman of my dreams and nothing but the world in front of us.

@flashfictionfridayofficial

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Cliff to the End of the World

Walking back into the town you once called home after being away for seven years is nothing less than strange. New buildings, new roads, new faces. You try to find your bearings by remembering all of the old buildings and all of their memories. The old abandoned high school that sat on top of a hill, is now a restored home to a family of six. No more boarded up or broken windows, graffiti washed away, and the town ghost stories covered in a fresh coat of paint. The penny candy store shut down and all of your childhood memories with it. You take the overgrown path through the woods and past the cliff where unwanted memories are tossed over the edge, waiting to be forgotten. You were once afraid of the cliff because it seemed never ending to a person who was just beginning. One day you had overcome your fear, trekked down the unknown path following those who knew. Only to find yourself at the bottom of the world surrounded by trees and forgotten memories. But you didn’t want to forget. So you climbed out. 

Back in the woods, more trees, more forgotten memories. You find the dead end road as you near the end of the path and start walking. Heading down the street where your best friend grew up, watching all the bike rides and seemingly endless adventures dance around you like a silent movie. That’s when you find it, the house that used to be called home. The backyard with all the birthday parties, fires, and snowball fights. The porch your dad built, your handprints in the cement of the sidewalk concrete. Your home. Except this home no longer belongs to you. A new family is changing the carpet and painting the walls. Your clubhouse gone and your bedroom window covered with someone else’s favorite color. New memories spill out of the house, the old are washed away, and find their way to the cliff. To the bottom of the world. To be forgotten by the people and remembered by the trees. This town you once called home is no longer here. All that remains is the cliff to the end of the world and all of its forgotten treasure.

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Storms and Sun Rays: Love on the Run pt. 4

Walking the streets with Cal, the cool night air blows her scent toward me. I breathe in deeply, savoring it. I register a piercing pain in my side at the same moment I notice an unfamiliar fae standing to my left. A dagger peaks from my side and I grab it, running it across the fae’s throat before they have a chance to run. Blood sprays across my face as well as begins to ooze from my side. 

Cal is there in a heartbeat, hand on my wound, blood running through her fingers, “Erevaughn!” 

I look around, on edge, and note a person standing in the shadow of a building across the street. “Calantha, run. Hide somewhere.”

“What are you-” She looks in the direction I am staring, “Is that…?”

“Run, Cal!”

“I won’t leave you! You’re wounded!”

“I can handle this. Just please, my love, hide.”

Calantha reluctantly backs away. I draw my sword and stalk across the street, pain barely registering in my brain. “You sent an apprentice to get close because you know you can’t beat me! Come! Fight me, Ollynne! Let’s end this once and for all!”

I glance around the street, noting the lack of fae who were just there. As if they too knew what was about to happen. 

Ollynne unsheathes her sword and removes her cloak, tossing it aside. 

When we are two sword’s width apart, I stop. “Why, Ollynne? Why did you turn on everything we stand for?”

Ollynne twirls her sword, “Don’t act surprised, Erevaughn. I may have acted prim and proper like the rest of you, but we all knew deep down I would never be as good.”

“So you turned on everyone who loved you? How does that make any sense? You could have left. You didn’t need to invite them in and bring down the entire guild! You killed so many people! Good people!” My words echo back on the empty street. 

Her eyes turn molten, “And I would do it again! You will never understand the things I had to go through to find my true family. People who care for me! The last thing I have to do to prove myself is finish what I started and that ends with you.” 

“They don’t love you! Not like we did. You never had to prove yourself to us. We were already your family!”

She swings her sword at me, but I simply step back,  “Enough! Fight me. Let us see who really is the best.”

I think of Calantha and what I want for my future, “I don’t want to fight you. I can help you.”

A disturbing gleam settles in her eyes, “I don’t need your help! I am here to kill you, not talk!” She swings at me again and I deflect her sword. “Fight me, dammit!”

“I don’t want to kill you, Ollynne. Can’t we just let this go?”

She laughs maniacally, “Let this go? How could I possibly let this go? They won’t accept me until I kill you. I won’t waste this chance. They know things you couldn’t possibly imagine. And I could do real good with that information.” She steps toward me and swings a third time, but I just deflect it, enraging her further. 

“Nothing they know is worth losing yourself over. What of Arion? Would they want you to do this?”

“Do not speak their name!” She comes at me, attack after attack. “They weren’t supposed to die, but you were!” 

I duck under and dodge every blow, the pain in my side increasing with each movement. Realizing that talking isn’t getting me anywhere, I attack for the first time, taking Ollynne by surprise. She barely deflects in time, stopping the blade from slicing her side. 

“Finally understand that I didn’t come here to talk?”

“I understand that you aren’t the person I thought you were. Maybe you never were.” Every word I speak seems to further antagonize her. She executes a combo trying to get past my defenses, but I see the maneuver coming and parry her blade, stepping back out of range of her once more. 

“Fight me!” 

Having enraged her to the point of mania, I switch to the offensive. She overexerted herself coming at me, so my switch catches her off guard. She parries twice, but doesn’t get her sword up in time for the last one, which hits her in the upper arm. Her leather armor stops most of the momentum, but I manage to drag the blade and wound her. 

We circle one another, trying to find the next opening. She strikes first, aiming for my neck, but I deflect the blow and jam the hilt of my sword into her nose, crushing it. Ollynne stumbles back and falls onto one knee. I knock her blade away with a kick and rest my own at her neck. 

“Stop!” Calantha’s voice echoes across the empty street.

I turn my attention to her and meet her eyes, only to find horror in hers. 

No… 

“How cute.”

The pain registers as I turn back to Ollynne. A dagger sticks out of my chest. Ollynne has a satisfied smirk on her face and runs off holding her broken nose. The world seems to spin as I turn back to Calantha. Her screams turning into ringing. The ground rises up to meet me, the sky spread out before me. Then Cal is there. Her hands are covered in my blood. So much blood. Two suns grace the sky. Or are those Cal’s eyes? I never could tell the difference. 

“Stay with me, Erevaughn. You’re okay. You’re okay…” 

I barely register her hands moving at record speed.

I try to speak, “I’m here, sun ray.” Only the words are muffled in my throat. 

“It’s okay, my storm. You’ll be okay.” 

I meet Cal’s eyes, glowing and leaking tears onto my face. Then I see nothing. Hear nothing. Feel nothing. Until I am no more.

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Storms and Sun Rays: Love on the Run pt. 3

We enter a forest and the sounds of birds and animals scurrying about fill the air. Before long, I start recognizing landmarks, though they take me by surprise. The old school building, now only a pile of bricks. The main road, overgrown by weeds. Wixx’s farmhouse, the front door swinging open in the wind.

I look around, sighing, “I don’t know why I expected everything to look the same. But I suppose twenty-five years of being away will do a lot to a place.”

“Does anyone still live here?” 

“I’m not sure. I figured there would be people, but it doesn’t seem like it. I wonder where everyone went.”

“Let’s take a look around,” Cal slides off of Asta and takes the reins of Tethys, leading the horse. I join her on the ground, hand near the sword on my waist. 

We go down every alleyway and to every far off corner of the town, seeing only a handful of fae and the occasional light coming from behind shuttered windows. Finally, we stumble across the house I grew up in, though it is mainly just the foundation. The roof caved in and the walls crumbling. I touch the wall, remembering all the hardships and Cal grabs my hand, interlacing our fingers, “Is this where you lived?”

I nod and she eases closer. 

“Do you miss them?”

“Everyday.” I shake away those thoughts, “Come on, let’s go see if we can find somewhere to sleep.”

“Here are some extra bandages. You’ll want to change these every chance you get. Just like I showed you, alright?” Calantha speaks in her healing voice, stern, but always soft. 

“Yeah, ‘course missus.” The youngling glances at me with cautious eyes, then the sword at my side, “Are you a warrior?”

“Just here to scare off thieves, young one.”

Her eyes travel to my neck and the pale skin peeking above the collar, “But then how did you get that scar?” 

I stiffen. Flashes of faces with unseeing eyes, blood covering my hands, pain everywhere. 

Cal says something to the youngling and she scurries off, cradling her wounded arm and the extra bandages. Cal rests a hand on my shoulder and sound returns to my ears, “My storm. You are safe. Stay with me.”

The flashes come one after another, taking my breath. All I can see is everyone who died that day. Arion, Haldir, Lia, Kaela. All of them, gone. 

Pale yellow eyes shine in the center of the pain. Calantha. She has her hands on either side of my head, forehead touching my own. She whispers for me to breathe, over and over. Finally, her words sink in, finally I feel myself take a deep breath. 

I meet her eyes, “I’m here.”

She pulls back and begins packing up her surgeon’s bag, “Come on, love. Let’s go find somewhere quiet.”

I help her collect her things and untie the horses from the tree nearby. We make our way back to the abandoned barn near Wixx’s farmhouse or I suppose what once was Wixx’s farmhouse. I let the horses roam inside and close the door as much as possible. Calantha grabs the bedrolls and lays them out on the loft. 

She peeks her head over the edge, “Come up here, you’re too far away.”

I smile and climb the ladder. When I reach the top, she is laying amid the blankets, one arm propping up her head, the other beckoning. I oblige, unhooking my sword belt and laying down next to her as she wraps herself around me, head on my chest. 

“You are one of the strongest fae I know. I just wish you didn’t need to be all the time.” Calantha runs a finger along my jaw. “I know–”

I put my finger to her lips, quieting her. “Let’s not talk. I just want to be with you tonight. It could be our last night and I want to be with you for every moment of it.”

“It will not be our last night. You taught me to fight, I could help you.”

“Sun ray, you are a healer not a killer. It would weigh on you too much and I can’t ask that of you. Besides, I taught you that so you could defend yourself if you ever needed to. But you don’t because I am here to protect you and if it ever comes to a fight, I ask that you run and hide, please. It would make me feel better knowing you were out of harm's way.” I stroke her hair as I speak. 

She looks up at me with those golden eyes, “I suppose you are probably right, but I don’t know if I could leave you in harm’s way. Can’t we run together?”

“If the chance arises, I must end things. If only to give you a safe future.”

“Don’t kill her. I don’t want you to have that on your conscience. Not for my sake. How do we know it will even end things?”

“I don’t know my love, but I can’t sit back and do nothing, not if she comes for us. Let’s not talk of this any longer. I want to be with you. Just you and me.”

“But I’m rudely attached to you and would rather never stop talking to you.”

“I’m rudely attached to you too, my sun ray.” I caress her face, “You know what else I like?”

A quick smile, elongated canines flashing, “No idea. What could you possibly like?”

I kiss her softly, “This.” Kiss. “Us.” Kiss. “Everything about you.” Kiss. 

“I–”

“Shhhh… No more talking. Just us. You know the rules.”

Her eyes sparkle, understanding. She tugs off my jacket and tunic, eager. 

I remove her clothing a piece at a time, “Now, I don’t want a sound out of you. Not a word or a moan, nothing.”

She nods, laying bare before me. My hands move of their own accord, one down from her face to her breast. I circle her nipple, grabbing her in my hand. My other hand pulls her head to mine as I kiss her deeply, losing myself in her luscious lips. I pull away, looking down at my beautiful wife. Thinking of the best way to make her moan, I run my hand down her body, stopping just above her apex. Then I inch my way down. She squirms and lifts her hips, eager, but makes no noise. I find her entrance and slide my fingers in, she lets out a small squeak and I halt my movements. When she is quiet again, I start pumping in her, circling and hitting that spot that makes her groan. Surprisingly, she keeps quiet. Her eyes are closed and she is straining to keep her mouth shut, hands bunching the blankets. 

I kiss her stomach, whispering onto her skin, “Someone is being good…”

“Erevaughn…”

I still my hand, “Looks like I spoke too soon.”

I count down from ten, making her wait for it. When I reach zero, I resume moving within her. Slowly. 

She tries to move against me to increase the friction and I oblige her, speeding up. Her breath hitches. Her body arcing. My mouth finds her neck and I kiss, sucking gently, canines nipping. I pump harder, feeling her on the edge. She climaxes and I bite down. She cries out, but instead of stopping, I reach a hand up and cover her mouth, “Quiet, my sun ray or someone may hear us.”

She pants onto my hand as I continue to move in her, prolonging her pleasure. Eventually, she stops me, resting a hand on mine. I remove my hand and pull her close to me, lying back. I kiss her forehead, finding it damp, and smirk to myself. 

Cal peers up at me, “What?”

“I am lucky.”

“Why?”

“Because you are mine. And I am yours. Nothing else matters.”

She holds me tight, “I am lucky too. I’m glad to have met you, Erevaughn. No matter where life takes us, I will be yours and you will be mine. I wouldn’t change our life together for anything.”

“I love you, Cal. Thank you for saying that. I will always be yours.”

“I love you too, my storm.”

[kainicowrites]

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Hey there, tumblr! I'm Kai Nico! I write short stories and novels with plenty of queer characters. If you get tired of hearing about queer people, you'll probably want to find your way to the exit. For those of you who stayed: Welcome! I hope you enjoy your stay!

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I am in my 20s

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I have a long-term partner

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The Darkness That Surrounds Us

Storms and Sun Rays: Love on the Run

Light of the Universe

Multiple flash fiction pieces

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The Darkness That Surrounds Us book 2

Untitled fantasy series (book 1)

Untitled queer book

Twisting Fate

Untitled mystery (short story)

Storms and Sun Rays: Love on the Run prequel

Untitled queer short story

Untitled Isekai and Crime short story

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Storms and Sun Rays: Love on the Run pt. 2

On horseback, saddle bags filled with all our possessions, Calantha peers sidelong at me, “You don’t think Ollynne will find us here?”

“We can’t afford to think like that. We just have to keep going. No one knows I’ve been here before. Everyone who did…”

She reaches over the distance between us and grabs my reins, pulling my Helianthus to a halt. Helianthi are built for speed and strength and won’t scare in a fight. Having one is a sign of wealth, but I have the skills to defend ours. Besides, Cal and I’s healing business brings in enough money that if anyone looked into our identities they’d see the funds to back such a purchase. 

Cal climbs into my saddle, sitting in front of me, keeping the reins of her own horse, Tethys. I scoot back to make room for her. My arms around her, the weight of all the lives feels less. Always less with her so close. Always helps me carry what I can’t handle. Always knows what I need before I do. 

“I love you, Erevaughn.”

“I love you, Calantha.”

She leans back against me, head resting on my shoulder, “You’re sure no one will know we’re here?”

I sigh, not wanting to relive it. 

“I’m sorry. It just makes me nervous. Ollynne could have people watching. What if we are putting ourselves in danger by coming here?”

“I’m certain. Everyone who knew is dead,” I say, stern, but soft.

She turns her head to look at me, those eyes stealing my breath as they always do, “My storm, you have to forgive yourself. If not for you, then for them. They wouldn’t want you to carry this weight. I know I didn’t know them, but from what you’ve told me they wouldn’t want you to live your life like you have a sword hanging over your head. Live it fully. Live it with me.”

“It’s not that easy, Cal. If it was, I would have done so three years ago. But you have a point. I need to stop looking in the past and start focusing on our future. I will try. For you. And for them.” 

She scoots back into me, grabbing my arms to hug around her. I envelop her, nuzzling my head into the crook of her neck. 

“Mmmm… Feeling better?”

“How could I not be with you in front of me? If you’re not careful, I may eat you right up.” I feign eating her at the neck, my elongated canines digging in just enough. 

Her laugh is the sound of the birds themselves, melodic and sweet. She nearly falls from the saddle trying to escape me, but I grab her and hold her tight. 

My voice sultry in her ear, “You know what we’ve never done?”

“What’s that?”

“I’ve never fucked you while riding a horse.”

She sidles ever closer, “Oh yeah…?”

“Yes. Would you like to give it a try?”

“I did say to live life fully. I think this would apply to that.”

I let go of the reins, knowing Asta will get us where we need to go. With both hands free, I move her waist length hair out of my way, kissing her neck. One hand caressing her head, twining my fingers in her hair, the other working their way across the planes of her body. She rests a hand on my leg, still in the stirrup. I find the hem of her tunic, working my way underneath. 

Skin touching skin, a heat having nothing to do with the sun overhead. A sigh of content. I run my fingers along her stomach, teasing up and down. 

“Erevaughn…”

I nip at her pointed ears, whispering, “Is there something you desire, my sun ray?”

“You know what I desire, you cruel, cruel wife of mine.”

I grab her breast, overcome by a sudden yearning for her, “I know exactly what you desire.” My other hand untangles from her hair and slides down her body, hovering between her thighs, “Let’s play a game…” I dip my fingers beneath the top of her trousers, “Would you like it to be slow…” I graze her ever so slightly, making her groan. “Or fast?” I hesitate at her entrance, making her wait for it. 

Calantha turns her head once again, meeting my eyes and making my brain fuzzy with the sight of her. “Let’s start slow,” her voice just above a whisper. 

My left hand draws circles around her nipple, while I mimic the movement with my right between her legs. I drag my tongue over her neck, gently biting her ear as I slide a finger inside her. Her breath catches. She settles against me and the movement of the horse rocks us back and forth. Another finger joins the first and she tips her head back on my shoulder. 

I let her adjust before whispering onto her skin, “How is it that you feel so amazing? How can one be so perfect?” I circle my fingers inside her, moving with the horse. 

We ride like that for a while, then, I speak softly, “Want to see how fast I can make you finish?”

She nods, hand gripping my leg. 

I clench my knees together twice, a silent signal to Asta to gallop. She picks up speed, Tethys running alongside her. When Asta reaches a gallop, Calantha bounces with her every step, my fingers entering and pulling out. Entering and pulling out. Over and over. Cal’s breathing increases increases increases. Until she finishes with a burst of energy. Her body goes limp in my arms and I pull my hand out of her pants, slowing Asta with a squeeze.

“Now, that is something we should have tried ages ago.” Cal, still leaning against me, grabs my hand and kisses it softly. 

I kiss the side of her head, enveloping her in my arms.

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Storms and Sun Rays: Love on the Run

Eyes of pale yellow, a star bursting to life, look up at me with a longing, an innate desire. My calloused hands find their way to her face, caressing her soft skin. Her eyes flutter, closing briefly, her head nuzzling into my touch. She reaches her hand around the back of my neck, idly circling that spot she knows I like. I look down at her lying beneath me, hair a dark cascade around her head. 

Peace. Only when I am here, only with her. 

Nothing stirs from the darkness, nothing obscures my mind. 

Our lips meet in the space between us, the lightning always jolting. It awakens my soul, clearing out the dark and replacing it with her bright light. No screams torment me when I am with her. Though, I feel the urge to look around the room, double check the locked door, the barred windows. Calantha kisses me again, perhaps noticing the slight tension in my body. Something only she can do. 

“Stay with me. Don’t go there. We’re safe.” Her voice is a melody to my ears, drawing me to the present. 

“I’m here, sun ray. I’m not going anywhere.” The tension ebbs, but never completely. 

“Good. Now let me remind you how much I love you.”

Cal returns to her gentle kisses. Each growing more intense. Her hands run down my bare skin, energizing my very bones, wandering nearer and nearer to the wetness building just for her. My body arcs as she teases me, gently stroking. She grabs my arms softly and flips us over, her now on top. Cal lowers her head to my stomach, kissing her way down my body. Her lips come to rest on the apex of my thighs, licking in slow strokes. 

“My storm, you never cease to taste amazing.” Calantha looks up at me with a deep lust in her eyes, then licks me down my center again. 

I moan her name, twining my fingers in her hair the color of nightshade. It still shakes me to my core the sheer level of beauty I get to call my wife. With her pale eyes and her dark hair, her light brown skin and the intelligence of a goddess. 

Drawing me to the present and sending me far away all at once, Cal slides two fingers inside me, pulling out slowly, so excruciatingly slow. In and out. A slow heartbeat. I open my eyes to see her hovering above me, a smirk on that masterpiece of a face. Fingers still sliding in and out, she drags her tongue up my body, over the muscles and scars on my stomach. Her other hand roving through my hair. 

I take a deep breath, “Faster.” 

“Greedy, my love.”

She obliges, always giving me what I need. Fingers pumping and kissing me deeply, Cal guides me over the edge. I grip her to me as if she would float away if I let go. When I finish, I roll us once more, feasting on Cal with a renewed vigor. It’s her turn to moan my name, gripping the sheets. Her release is an explosion, arching her back. I slow my tongue, teasing, and make her body twitch. 

Calantha pulls me up so I lay beside her and she nuzzles into my neck, my arms wrapping around her. We lay like this for unknown minutes. Simply enjoying the feel of the other in our arms. 

A sound outside the barred window has me on my feet in seconds, sword in hand, peering through a crack. 

Cal covers her body with a blanket and joins me by the window, “What is it?”

“Just some kids fucking off. You don’t think…”

“We’re safe here, my storm.” She rests her hand atop mine, lowering my sword. 

“We aren’t safe anywhere, Cal, and you know that. Winds of Kodiak, I should never have agreed to let you come with me.”

“It was my choice and I am glad I made it. I have you and that is all I need. Besides, you know we are safer together than apart. You would worry too much.”

“I know… You’re right. We are safer together.” I say this more to reassure myself than her. “But we should still move along soon.” 

“We will. Soon. Come back to bed.” Cal guides me to the edge of the bed, resting my sword beside it, knowing I need it near.

I sit and Cal joins me, still wrapped in a blanket. She puts her arm across my shoulders, holding me, pressing her body against mine. “Where will we go this time?”

“Anywhere. As long as we’re together.”

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Twisting Fate pt. 4

The night passed on, pleasure filling every moment until we were too spent to continue. Saga laid on her back and I curled into her side, resting my head in the crook of her neck. We laid there, enjoying the sound of the other breathing. The feel of Saga’s fingers running up and down my arm was so soothing, I nearly wanted to fall into a slumber for the first time…ever. 

“Andi, you are unlike anyone I have ever met.”

She had no idea how true that was, but she couldn’t know that. “I am nothing exceptional.” I craned my head up, a smirk in my eyes. “Just another beautiful woman.”

“Yet I have never seen someone as beautiful as you.”

I may be a goddess, but the sincerity in her voice made my cheeks burn. “I’m sure you will come across many gorgeous women on your travels.”

“And none will compare to you.” She traced lazy circles on my hand.

“Oh, hush. You don’t even know me.”

“I’d like to.”

I leaned further into her touch, savoring the warmth, “And I, you.”

“What would you like to know?”

“To start, everything. I think I’d like to know everything about you.” I spoke in a hushed tone, unfamiliar with being so vulnerable. 

She chuckled, “That would take quite a while and I am not sure you’d still like me in the end.”

“Who says I like you now?” I gave her a mischievous smile and she feigned hurt. I continued, “But we could start with what your actual deepest desire is.”

“You don’t believe it’s you?”

“I believe you may desire me, but I don’t believe I’m your deepest desire.”

She went silent for a moment, thinking. “I suppose I’ll humor you. Realistically, I want nothing more than to protect my clan and make a better life for them.”

“Is that why you’re going on this trip?”

“Yes. And because I believe there is a better place for us out there. A place where we can thrive and live in peace. It’s something my clan hasn’t known since it was formed. Some people here don’t believe a woman can be a Jarl. Despite plenty of evidence to the contrary. Change is as slow moving as the ice here.”

There was a note of bitterness that I hadn’t heard yet. The concept of women somehow being lesser is completely ridiculous. I was certain that most of those men believed in the gods and there are plenty of powerful goddesses. So, how did they rationalize spewing hate toward women? 

“I’m sorry that you are being forced out of your home because of hateful men.”

“My home is with my clan, everything else is just a place. We can make a home wherever we go.”

I smiled to myself, “That is a beautiful way to view the world.” A breath, then, “You said that was your realistic desire. What’s your impossible desire?”

A solemn tone, “To meet my mother.” When I looked at her curiously she explained further, “She died giving birth to me.”

My heart cracked. I never had a true mother or father, but I could imagine the pain of losing one would be unbearable. “I’m sorry for your loss.” When she didn’t reply for a moment, I asked, “What about your father? Is he still alive?”

Some dark emotion passed in her eyes, “I hope not. Though, he was when I last saw him fourteen years ago.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

I could feel her head shake in response, “You’re not. It’s just…complicated.”

“You don’t have to tell me. I understand if it is personal.” I didn’t want to pressure her to share more than she was willing, especially considering that I wouldn’t be able to tell her much, if any, of my truths. In all the lovers I’d taken over the years, I had never told any who I really am.

“No, it’s okay. You want to know everything about me? I might as well start at the beginning. Maybe I can tell you my whole story before the sun rises.”

I propped myself up on my elbow, “I’d love to hear your story.”

She mirrored my movement, “My story starts in the fall twenty-two years ago. I was born to Viggo and Yrsa, but it was my sister, Kajsa, who truly raised me. From everything she has told me of my mother, she was a remarkable, kind woman. According to Kajsa, even my father was a gentle, caring man until she died. But, the moment she passed into the next world, he changed. He always blamed me for her death, which only worsened when he was drunk. Which was all the time. You see this scar here?” She pointed to the scar hidden behind the smeared rune on her forehead. “You might think it is from being a badass warrior, and I have plenty of those, but this one is actually from my father shoving me face first into our kitchen table when I dared to request that I train with one of the warriors in our clan.” 

Fury roiled in my stomach and I wished I could go back in time to change fate. To cut his thread instead of her mother’s. 

She sighed, “Anyway, Kajsa took matters into her own hands when I was eight years old and we each packed a bag, fleeing in the night to find a new clan. One where we could both train as warriors. We found one eventually. The jarl didn’t think women could lead, but allowed them to train, viewing any body as a bolster to his ranks. After ten years in the clan and never moving up, Kajsa, a few dozen others, and I left to start our own clan. When it was time to choose a jarl, my sister nominated me and many others supported her. Though I was only eighteen at the time, I was officially chosen as Jarl, with my sister as my right hand and most trusted advisor. 

“We found land and started our settlement, but in the past four years, we’ve had to defend it more than we were able to build and expand. I didn’t always have the following I do now. Having gained a reputation fighting and killing the male jarls who dared try to take our land. For being a female jarl. For being a safe-haven for those who need a place to start over and teaching them skills to survive. But now, it feels less and less safe. With a growing reputation, comes a growing number of enemies. Then six months ago, I heard Ama’s call for those looking to do good in the world, I answered. And here I am.”

As she finished her story, the room became awash in the beginnings of the early morning sun. I got lost in the barren mountains of her eyes. I knew every language in the worlds, some lost, and still, I could not find the words to say to such a tragic yet beautiful story. I saw her in a way I had never seen anyone before. Through all of my immortal years and lovers I had taken, they were always an escape or a way to experience pleasure, but her…she was different. None of them cared about others’ well-being as much as it was clear she did. 

Even my sisters, who were responsible for every life, didn’t care as much as Saga. They preferred to treat beings as a game. Deciding on a plan and using me to ensure beings follow their predetermined paths. But Saga has been fighting against it. Taking in humans who are in need and teaching them. Guiding them. Protecting them.

Guilt coiled around my stomach, squeezing tight. 

She must have seen the expression on my face, “What’s wrong?”

I quickly blinked away those thoughts, “Nothing. I just- the thought of maybe never seeing you again…” 

A small, sad smile upturned the corners of her mouth, “I know…You could come with. I always need good fighters.”

“I wish I could. And how do you know I’m a good fighter?”

“I saw the way you wore that armor and it’s all in the way you walk. Like you know you’re never in danger. It’s alluring.”

Before I could figure out what to say, Saga sat up, “Thor’s balls, I need to meet my hersirs and make sure everything is ready for our trip.” She was instantly putting her tunic and armor back on. She looked back at me, “So what do you say? Up for an adventure with me?”

I thought about every choice I had ever made. Always for others, never for myself. I genuinely couldn’t remember the last time I had done something for myself. To make me happy. That was never the job, but in one night this woman had made me question if that job was worth doing. If there was something more, something better, out there for me. 

Saga continued to get dressed, buckling on her sword belt, “Absolutely no pressure. But you would be welcome.”

Throwing caution to the wind, “Yes.”

She twisted toward me where I was still lying naked on the bed, “Yes?”

I looked deep into those chocolate eyes, “I could use an adventure and you have no idea how little risks I’ve taken in my life.”

“But you don’t even know where we are going.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, “Anywhere is better than here. You don’t think I’m still a spy, do you?”

“I’ve known enough bad people to know how to tell the difference. And you are good. I can see it.” I blushed, looking away, but she caught me by the jaw and tilted my head up to look at her once more. “You are. I’ve known it from the moment we met.”

“Thank you…”

“Now, would you like to get dressed and meet my crew? If you really want to come, meeting them is the first challenge.”

I straighten my shoulders, “Challenge accepted.”

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Incessant Humming

The small bed creaks as I sit upon it, tucking my daughter’s colorful quilt under her chin. I brush aside her fiery red locks and plant a kiss to her forehead. She doesn’t stir. She never does. I leave her door cracked, just as she likes it and find my wife sitting in her usual chair, sipping her tea. I kiss her goodnight, “I love you, Gaia.”

Not even a smile or wave in response. I’ve come to stop expecting it. 

The night welcomes me as I step onto the street I’ve walked so many times before. The quaint house fades behind me and, with nothing more than a thought, I shut the door. The tavern is a short distance away and I feel the pull grow stronger with each step. In every window I pass there is a stranger staring back at me. I pull the hood of my cloak tighter, trying to shield myself from those shadowed eyes. 

The noise leaking from the tavern only amplifies the constant low humming in my head. I allow the pull to take me to the end of the bar, next to a man with short, balding hair. His skin is weathered and his face is graced with a permanent scowl. 

The humming grows louder.

The ale I order disappears slowly as I bide my time. For what? I don’t know. I find out shortly, when the man rises and exits the tavern, and the unspoken force urges me to follow. Through alleys and quiet streets, I trail closely behind. We arrive at a rundown, abandoned house. The man looks around to see if anyone is near. 

He spots me and squints, a look of recognition in his eyes, “Hey, you following me?”

Do it! Now!

I stalk toward him, only an arms length away, “You kill indiscriminately and now you will meet the same fate.” The words come unbidden, but I know to my core they are true. 

I savor the brief look of panic that crosses his face. Meeting his eyes fully, I jerk my head and his does the same, but with a sickening crunch, leaving his spine in a twist. I abandon him where he falls, beginning the walk home, the humming finally having stopped. 

Home is dark and cold when I arrive. I search the rooms, finding them empty. 

“Gaia? Amalia? Where are you?”

A sinking feeling settles over me as I stumble to my wife’s chair, falling into it. 

Remember.

My beautiful wife and daughter lying in a dirty alley, staring at nothing, everything red. 

The tears are warm as they fall. My house has been empty for weeks. No laughter or warmth to fill its walls. Suddenly that crunch is no longer sickening, but satisfying. Justice served. And yet, I will never stop smelling Gaia’s sweet tea or hearing Amalia’s soft snores. If I had known justice would feel so hollow, I would have lived in my delusion forever.

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Twisting Fate pt. 3

Being immortal has its perks. A few being: I don’t have to eat or sleep. Nor do I age. Although, not having to do those things can make life a little boring at times. To pass the time, I like to read. We have bookshelves with the ability to summon any book in the worlds, so it keeps me occupied. My duties also keep me busy, traveling to the nine worlds. Ensuring beings are following the plan laid out for their life. A plan created and decided upon by Urd. And ended by Skuld. Whenever they see fit to do so. You’d think that I’d get some say in this, but Urd makes sure her rules are followed to a tee. No matter that neither of them has left Yggdrasil in a millennium. They don’t get to know the beings who reside in the worlds we maintain. They don’t read their books, talk to them, guide them. They just decide to end their lives. As if beings have no free will. As if they are simply entertainment for the gods. 

Three days passed and I did little but read, guide, and think about Saga. When I found that I was craving an ale and, perhaps the smile on Saga’s face, I climbed the stairs to the Midgard door. It opened into a brisk spring day in a deserted alleyway. I didn’t work an illusion around myself, keeping my features the same. If Saga could see through my illusions, it wouldn’t do me any good for someone to tell her I look otherwise. Though, I had dressed in appropriate Midgard garb. A black tunic and pants, leather armor gracing my chest, shoulders, forearms, and legs, and a black cloak. I had a small dagger belted at my side, my brown dreadlocks half up, out of my face. 

It felt like I had chosen to walk through the street completely naked; I hadn’t presented as myself in a thousand years. The streets were buzzing with activity, mostly near the taverns and docks. Either people finishing preparing for their journeys or those who were already done, ready for one last drunken night before going on their way. 

I followed those on their way to the docks, some stumbling, assuming I would find Saga there. As I got closer, a group of warriors in forest green were finishing up and leaving the docks. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that Ovay was one of them. 

“Excuse me, could you tell me where to find Jarl Saga?”

A female stepped forward, hand within a casual distance of her sword, “Who’s asking?”

“My name is Andi. I met Jarl Saga a few days ago…at the alehouse…” I gave her a knowing look.

She returned my grin, “Oh, well in that case, don’t let us slow you down. She’s three docks that way. You shouldn't miss her, she’ll be the one shouting orders.”

“Trust me, I remember what she looks like.” I flashed another smirk. “Thank you.”

A few in the group laughed before they headed on their way. 

I walked down the docks, a cold mist from the ocean spraying my clothes. Halfway through the second dock I passed, a confident, authoritative voice carried on the wind to my ears, “If you drop that barrel, you’ll be the one going into the water to fetch it!”

I leaned on one of the rails and watched them work. Saga strode to one of the ships, the runic tattoos on her hands catching in the fading light. As she worked, her many braids whipped in the wind. One of her men called for her and, without hesitation, she crouched down next to him, offering her aid. 

When Saga still hadn’t noticed me after a few minutes, I cleared my throat. 

Saga merely turned my way, a mischievous smile on her lips, “I knew I’d be seeing you again.”

I raised my brows, “Oh, did you?”

She rose to her feet and brushed her dusty hands on her pants, crossing her arms, “I did. It was only a matter of time before you returned. I’m too good looking for you to resist.”

“You’re not wrong…”

Saga’s eyes widened, taken off guard by my honesty. There was an extended period of quiet before, “Would you like to grab a drink with me?”

A warm, foreign feeling washed over me, “You’re not busy?”

“Nothing I can’t pass off to one of my hersirs.” She turned to the three people I’d met last time, “Randvi, take over. If you absolutely need me, I’ll be at Singing Sailor.” She began to walk away, shouting over her shoulder, “Please don’t need me.”

The warmth flared into a blazing fire, heating my cheeks. We fell into step, side by side, but my mind was preoccupied. It felt good, but I couldn’t get Urd’s voice out of my head that this wasn’t a part of the job. I knew I was messing with fate by being here, though something about Saga made me not care. Fate is a construct made up by Urd; I merely wanted a little taste at weaving my own thread. 

With Saga at my side, we entered Singing Sailor, sitting across from each other at a booth in the far corner. The rune of Ansuz was painted in blue on her forehead. Odin’s rune. A rune of wisdom and protection. A pale scar was hidden behind it, likely an injury gained as a warrior. She was still looking at me with as much rapt curiosity as the other night. Around her, I no longer felt like an immortal goddess able to change fate with the snap of my fingers; I was as powerless as any mortal being. 

Several minutes went by and we were both content to look into the other’s eyes, until Saga broke the silence, “What have you been doing the three days you’ve been gone?”

“So you counted the days…”

“What’s a jarl to do? I leave for my journey in the morning and there won’t be a face as pretty as yours for miles while I’m at sea. I could very well die, but I’d think of your eyes last.”

I looked away, bashful. Words failed me, no witty retort on my lips. I downed the drink that Saga had ordered for me, “Where are you headed?”

“And how do I know you’re not a spy?” There was a hint of amusement in her eyes, but also a grain of truth. “A beautiful woman like you would be the perfect bait for lovesick warriors.”

“How do I prove you can trust me?”

She looked into my eyes, “Tell me your deepest desire.”

I thought for a moment, taking a sip from my ale, “To make a difference in the worlds.”

“Most people don’t care to make a difference in this world, let alone the others. So I’d say that’s a respectable ambition.”

“What’s yours?”

She leaned further back in the booth, mug of ale in hand, devilish smirk on her face, “As of right now? You.”

I nearly choked on the ale I was drinking. I didn’t know what came over me, but I plastered the same devilish smirk on my face, “And what do you plan to do about it.”

“Now or later? Because I’ve been thinking of some things I’d like to do.”

I gave her a challenging look. The next thing I knew, Saga had placed coins on the table and was whisking me away by the hand. My heart pounded in my ears, my anticipation rising. 

In no time at all, we were at an inn, the four walls of a room surrounding us. Saga pushed me up against the barely closed door, voice sultry, “This is what I would like to do about it.”

Then, she was kissing me deeply, passionately. Stars exploded across the nine realms at that kiss. Her hands caressed my sides, one traveling to my face. She touched me gently, hands callused and made for a sword. She pressed the weight of her against me, pinning me to the wall, deepening her kiss. I curled my left hand around the back of her neck, using my right to pull her somehow closer. Her lips parted from mine and I groaned at their absence, already wanting her…needing her…with my very essence. Her hand tilted my head up and her lips found my neck, sucking gently. A small moan escaped me and a tingle cascaded down my body to the apex of my thighs. 

I tore at her cloak, discarding it. She mimicked me, both cloaks now on the floor. We did the same with our sword belts, albeit gentler. 

She pulled back once more, lifting me so my legs wrapped around her waist. She proceeded to carry me to the bed, her eyes never leaving mine, lust swirling in them. She rested me on the edge of the bed, propped on my elbows, looking up at her broad shoulders and muscled form. 

The brown mountains in her eyes gleaming, “May I?”

I nearly melted at the implications in her voice, but I made a show of debating it, “Such manners…You may.”

The question in her gaze turned to hunger, springing herself at me. Her hands resumed their roving of my body, fumbling to get my armor off. Gently lifting my tunic over my head, she kissed the hollow of my collarbone. I relieved her of her armor and tunic, marveling at the corded muscles and the tattoo of Yggdrasil on her left bicep, the roots and her muscles one and the same. She had scars of every size and shape creating a mosaic on her body. 

I found her eyes again, conveying my desire for her with a look. She closed the distance between us and my breath hitched as she began running a finger along the hem of my pants, daring to slip them under the waistband. My hips arched, urging her on with impatience. 

“Is there something you want…?” Lazy circles and a lazy voice. 

I snarled in response, twining my fingers in her hair and pulling her lips to mine. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding against her, begging for more. She smiled against my lips, her hands untying my pants. Her fingers gently brushed that spot between my thighs and the whimper that escaped me was certainly not that of an immortal. 

“I hope you know that you boost my ego with every little sound you make,” Saga drawled. “And you are…” she nipped at my neck, “Irresistible.”

Odin be damned, a moan escaped from my core, unbidden. 

That was Saga’s undoing and within the blink of an eye, she was on top of me, both of us nude and panting, unable to take in the sight of the other fast enough. 

“You are beautiful,” Saga’s voice was hoarse and full of desire. 

With no words to express myself, I traced every curve of her, savoring the smooth skin under my fingertips. A strike of lightning went through me when her tongue found my stomach and made its way to the height of my breast. She took me fully in her mouth, my hands finding her hair and twisting in her braids. Slowly, so excruciatingly slow, she made her way back down, stopping just below my belly button. 

Her chocolate eyes turned up at me, a request. 

My heart fluttered and my breath hitched, but I managed the barest of nods, “Please.”

A smile bloomed on that beautiful face before she lowered her head, her tongue finding that bundle of nerves. A gasp escaped me, one hand gripping her hair further, the other gripping the sheets. Her callused hands kept my hips in place and I was completely powerless at the wave that crashed over me. Her movements did not stop as I gripped her hair tighter, the sensation like I was falling through the realms, my pure ecstasy sending me everywhere and nowhere all at once. The last shudders rippled through me as I gazed down at her with blurry eyes and I was met with a sultry, starved look. 

Propping myself on an elbow again, I caressed her chin, pulling her toward me until we were eye to eye, “My turn.”

Saga tsked, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.” 

I grabbed onto her and rolled so I was on top, surprising her with my strength, “Not until I’ve had a piece of you.”

Ever the confident jarl, her grin was a challenge as she settled into the bed, one that I accepted.

Trailing kisses from her temple to her waist, I took in the scent of her, salty sea and pine. I smirked to myself in satisfaction when I felt her breathing get uneven and her hips wriggle underneath my touch. My fingers danced lazily down her upper thigh, taunting her, and she groaned in frustration. 

“Tell me what you want, Jarl. Tell me how you wish to be pleasured.”

A very un-Jarl-like noise flew out her lips. Her voice uneven, “Andi, where did you come from?”

My name on her lips reignited the fire in my core. “That was a question. Not an answer.” I crept ever closer to that wet spot between her thighs. 

A sharp intake of breath, then, “Feast on me like it is my last night in this world.”

That was all I needed to hear. My mouth hungrily connected with hers, while my fingers found that sensitive spot, rubbing circles. Her hands pressed me against her, skin to skin. The heat of it made me flush. My teeth gripped her swollen lip and she shuddered. I worked my way down her body, teasing the whole way. And I couldn’t take it any longer, needing to taste her. My tongue met that bundle of nerves, wet and ready for me. I took her into my mouth and nearly went over the edge again at the taste of her. Her body thrashed as my tongue danced, edging her closer with each movement. 

Explosion after explosion shook the nine worlds as Saga climaxed and I didn’t bother trying to muffle the moans of my name from her lips.

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Twisting Fate pt.2

It all began on a windy day in a port town on Midgard. The docks were crowded with fishermen and sailors returning from or heading out on journeys of their own. There were more people about the town than normal with ships in every dock. People filled the marketplace wearing warriors garb of nearly every color. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen it so full of people. Something in the air felt different, but I wasn’t the one to figure it out. I had a job to do. 

As I had done more times than I could count, I followed the pull away from the docks and the marketplace, down an alley. I found a boy on the verge of manhood, sitting alone with his head in his hands and the pull only grew stronger. Approaching him, I sat down and asked if he was alright. He looked over at me, seeing the middle aged woman I presented myself as and shook his head solemnly. 

“What bothers you, young man?” 

As though my soothing voice tore down the walls he built for himself, he began to confide everything that was wrong, “I was in charge of getting the sleeping furs on the ship for my jarl and I tripped and sent three straight into the water. I fetched them and all, but my jarl told me to go dry off while she finished. And I actually went. I shouldn’t have let her finish my task. I am not ready for a journey as big as this. There is a very real chance I could die before ever becoming a true member of the crew.” He let out a deep sigh, “I just want to do right by my jarl, but I don’t have anything good to offer. I should simply tell her I’m not right for the trip and go home. As much as that would kill me.” His eyes were locked on mine, searching for an answer. 

That answer became clear instantly as it always does and I placed my hand on his shoulder, “She wouldn’t have you on her crew if you had nothing to offer. I’m sure your jarl is a smart person who knows what she is doing. Besides, everyone starts somewhere. You just need to continue doing your best. Perhaps you should show incentive and ask your jarl for another task. Show her you are ready for this journey.” 

In that moment, I felt someone watching me and glanced toward the end of the alley. I caught a glimpse of a warrior in a forest green tunic and cloak with weapons glinting at their sides. I would have been nervous, had the boy not been in the same color. Possibly a member of his crew coming to check on him. 

The boy rising brought my attention back to him and he smiles, “You’re right. I need to go find my jarl. Thank you, madam.” 

Another job well done. 

The boy rushed off and I was left on my own once again. After a moment of gathering my thoughts, I followed after him, out of the alley. At the end of it, I collided with something firm, a beautiful blonde Dane. Strong arms enveloped me before I could tumble to the ground. 

My cheeks heated, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” 

“It’s no problem at all. I’m actually glad I ran into you. I wanted to thank you for what you did. I know you only spoke to Ovay for a few moments, but I can see the change in him. Whatever you said to him must have worked.”

To my surprise, my cheeks still had not cooled, “Oh, that was nothing. He merely appeared down and I only wanted to help.” 

The woman had her brown eyes locked on mine in an entranced sort of way, “He’s been down since he joined the crew. He just hasn’t found his place within the ranks yet, but I know he will get there.” Her eyes never looked away from my own, “I’m sorry, but I must tell you, you have the most amazing eyes. I have never seen anything like them in all my travels.” 

A look of confusion worked its way onto my face, “My eyes? Surely you’re mistaken.” She had to be mistaken because I had made sure to make my eyes dull and unrecognizable. My illusion was certainly still intact as I looked down to see the slightly wrinkled hands of a middle-aged woman with white skin and dull brown eyes.

She leaned in a bit closer, “What color would you say they are? They look near violet to me.” 

It took me a moment to find my words, “Um, I-yes, they are, thank you. You’re very kind.” I took a second look at this woman, in awe that she could see my violet eyes and wondered what was different about her. How could she see through my illusion? 

“They are truly one of a kind and I am only stating facts. You are the kind one. Let me buy you a drink in repayment for Ovay.”

Her forwardness was refreshing and I was too startled to say anything other than, “Yes, I would like that.” 

She thrusted out her hand, “I’m Saga, one of the jarls pledged to Ama Finnvisdottir.”

I grasped her hand and shook it, “Nice to meet you, I’m Andi.” 

As she led us toward the alehouse, I was filled with doubt about skirting my duties, but something about this woman drew me in. A mortal had never been able to see through my illusions before and I needed to understand why she could. 

When we reached the alehouse, Saga pushed her way through the mass of people and brought us to an empty table in the corner of the room. She sat down with her back to the wall, facing the crowded room, leaving the other side open for me. 

Waving down the barmaid and ordering drinks for each of us, she never stopped looking at me with such intensity, “You’re not from around here, are you?”

You have no idea. “No, actually, I’m not. I’m from down south. Are you from Stor Skibsby?”

“No, I have my own settlement a few days' travel from here. I’m here preparing for a trip across the sea.” Saga took a gulp from the drinks that arrived, “What about you? What brings a beautiful woman like yourself to a town like this?”

There’s that Odin damned blush again. Though, I’ve always known how to use my charm, “What? A beautiful woman can’t travel for the sake of travel?” 

“I’m not saying that at all. I’ve just never seen such an elegant woman in a town filled with fishermen and warriors.” It seemed like she was going to say more when a group of warriors sauntered up to the table.

“Jarl! There you are. Should have known to look for you in the alehouse!” The man who spoke was slurring his words, arm around the man next to him. A woman was standing just to the side of them and all three looked to be past their first cup of ale. 

“Kåre, Torsten, Randvi…should have known you’d all get drunk instead of tending to your duties.” Saga had her eyebrow raised and a teasing voice. “Andi, these are my hersirs. Somehow, my most trusted people. Hersirs, this is Andi. She helped Ovay and gave him some words of encouragement. I was repaying her for her kindness.”

The man with the curly hair, Kåre, leaned over to whisper in Saga’s ear, only he wasn’t whispering, “Is that what you were doing? Going for the older ones now, huh?”

As I looked at the confusion on Saga’s face, I knew this wouldn’t be good. 

“What are you ta-,” Saga began.

I interrupted, “You’re only jealous you’re not in the seat across from me.”

Laughter erupted from the other two hersirs, Randvi slapping Kåre on the shoulder, “Damn, Kåre.” She turned to me, “I like you.” 

Saga smirks, “I second that. Anyone who can put Kåre in his place is alright with me.” Having felt the warmth of Saga’s gaze, I could have stayed there forever, but I had other responsibilities. 

“Thank you for the ale, but I must be going. It was lovely meeting all of you.” I took a swig of the drink I had been too distracted to consume much of and rose to leave. 

Saga held out her hand to stop me, “Let me walk you to your inn.”

I definitely could not let her escort me to an inn that didn’t exist. I shook my head, “That won’t be necessary. I may be beautiful, but I know how to hold my own. Surely you would understand.” 

Saga looked at me in that intense way of hers, “Fair point, but could I at least see you again soon?”

The invitation was enticing and I did desperately want to spend more time with her, but I also needed to process everything and figure out what about her was so alluring. I decided to play it coy, “I suppose you’ll just have to find out.” Without another word, I turned and left the alehouse, Saga with a look of desire warping her features.

The setting sun greeted me when I walked outside and I cursed to myself. Walking as quickly as I could without drawing attention to myself, I made my way to the outskirts of town. Once hidden in a copse of trees, I summoned the door to Yggdrasil. Appearing like any other door, large and wooden, a carving of Yggdrasil itself etched into the wood. Written in ancient runes: To Yggdrasil. 

I opened the door and walked through, stepping onto a stone floor, leaving the early spring forest behind. The spiral stairs led me down, onto a landing with two doors. One crusted in ice, the other radiating an intense heat. Niflheim and Muspelheim. Continuing down, I passed the platform for Jotunheim and Svartalfheim. Finally, the stairs opened into our hall in the base of Yggdrasil. 

I took all of one step into the hall before Urd’s shrill voice echoed inside, “Where have you been?”

I rolled my eyes and shut the door, “Only doing my job. Where do you think I’ve been?”

“It is your day to water Yggdrasil. Skuld is behind on cutting threads because she had to pick up your slack.”

I leaned on the doorway into Urd’s weaving room, spotting my aged sister. Her greying brown hair fell in straggly curls down to her waist. Her once bright violet eyes were now more of a dull lavender. “Alas…gods forbid the poor beings get to live a few hours longer.”

Her weathered and wrinkled face pinched, not stopping her weaving, “That is exactly the attitude that is going to get you into trouble. We have jobs to do. Cutting threads is part of that job. Now, go relieve Skuld so she can do her duty.” She dramatically pointed to the door for emphasis. 

 I could think of a million insults to throw back at her, but I simply walked to the door leading outside of Yggdrasil. The sun was now painting the sky pink and purple and orange, but the air was warmer than in Stor Skibsby. 

I found Skuld hauling a bucket of water from the well to the roots of the tree, her beautiful brown skin almost glowing with youth. 

“Sorry I’m late. I’ll take that from you. You can go snip those threads as fate demands.”

She thrusted the bucket at me, “I don’t like it any more than you do, but it’s the job.”

“Maybe I am spending too much time away if you’re starting to sound like Urd.”

“That’s not as much of an insult as you think it is.” She rolled her strikingly purple eyes and sauntered away. 

I continued to the roots of the tree and dumped the water. 

Ironic that the tree that sustains all life can’t sustain itself.

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