So, Blend In Harpy Hill will be offered free tomorrow. It's funny when I wrote it, I never thought any of the characters would become any of my children. I see so many similarities between Ariana and Sara. As many of you know, we have been through the ringer with her this year. She is the strongest kid I know, but her strength is fast becoming her weakness. I think she's shutting people out because of her attack.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
The sky was darkened with shiny beads of light, racing towards the ground. With each collision, the little fat rain circlets went singing into the darkness until the air was still.
In the middle of Mount Olympus, a conversation was making its way, into the light. “The people have forgotten us,” insisted Ares as he walked to the back of the garden and rested his hands...on a small wet glistening pillar.
Phobos looked at his nails and frowned slightly. “No, that’s not it. These people have no need for us. They haven’t forgotten us, they have shrines with our likeness centered in their gardens. Our people believe us to be dead and gone because they are defeated.”
“In other words, they have forgotten us. Do you hear any prayers? I hear Odin, Mighty Thor, and other names, but not a single Ares, or Zeus,” groaned Ares.
“Oh, father, please! What did you think would happen? We hide on our sweet Olympus day and night. When was the last time you went down there? When was the last time you walked down the mountain? ” Phobos pointed downwards as he took a small circlet and flung it into the air. “Yet, there are still mortals who believe in Gods. Those mortals are panicking because they feel a great war is about to open up and pour chaos onto their grounds. They like it. Who prays for war? Some are worried about never being able to join their brothers in the great Valhalla,” snickered Phobos. “They are people wanting to die for the chance to be with their Gods. Of course, our people are silent. I have summoned you here because their panic and want gives life to me and it makes me wonder, father. We can be great again. We can silence the other Gods by taking their believers. We need only one follower who can perform magical works by way of us, and bring back the Greek Gods.”
“We are dead to them, Phobos, are we not? Zeus wanted all of the Gods forgotten and buried. He wanted us to stay out of the human’s problems.”
“Zeus is weak. He gave his power up to protect the mount. We could have protected Olympus without becoming weak. Are we to waste away because he is no longer great? Ares, you still have the power over war. You can become the new leader over Mount Olympus. We are not dead, we are not weak, and we did not give up who we are to be forgotten by these mindless people. What if we can make new followers and bring people back to us, would it not be worth more than anything we have seen? I feel alive again, and I feel the need to thrive. Are you with me, father?”
Ares looked down at his dark trousers and picked up a small bug. “Yes, and I know exactly what to do.”
Scandinavia Eve of Mischief
The sky was almost fully eclipsed by a vast shade of darkness as Aase ran behind a tall swollen tree. With small branches cracking around her in every direction, Aase froze once again. There she stood, holding her father’s relics in her hands while rival Vikings circled her domain. She closed her eyes and prayed the Gods would bless the darkness to come with haste. After finishing up her prayer, she opened her eyes to cold blue orbs beaming up at her lips. “Get away from me, Hafling,” demanded Aase as she dropped the relics to the base of the tree while pulling her golden bracelet down her wrist, letting it fall to the grassy hole between her feet.
The blue orbs grew larger as the Viking came closer and pressed his hand against her breast. “Umm, I like tall ones.”
“Do you?” Aase frowned deeply as she plunged her knee into his ribs. Finally, he had no choice but to hit the ground. “Do you like tall lasses now?” Before she was able to deliver another blow a large hand grabbed her by the hair and pushed her against the tree.
“Do it! Show this sackless whore, what we do to bitches.”
Aase was forced around with her head merging into the tree. Before she could yell out for help, she felt her face being scraped against the tree’s bark. Her mouth and eyes stinging with small cuts as the bark went up her nose and stuck in her mouth. As the warrior tugged her hair back and forward she was able to take little hints of breath. Finally she felt her dress being ripped from behind. The tall warrior grunted and pumped her hips over and over, Aase slowly felt her legs give way. She tried to brace herself once more, but she was caught off balance by the stirring of a hot liquid bursting into her body. After it was over, she pulled her dress together and rubbed the bark out of her eyes.
The small man walked up to Aase and grabbed a handful of her golden hair. “Don’t you want to know, whose barn you carry?”
Aase tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her. He motioned for his servant to come into sight. “Meet my Thrall!”
Aase felt sick once again. She had been raped by a slave. She looked at the stranger and noticed his dark flowing hair. He frowned as she threw up near the Viking’s feet. “You vile creature, you allowed someone to rape a Laird’s daughter. Odin will kill you for this,” whimpered Aase as she spit bark in the short man’s eyes.
“Worry about your womb,” grunted the Viking as he knocked her head into the tree.
A few hours later Aase woke up to a group of women standing around her. “Who did this to you?”
Aase looked at the mob hesitantly. “I don’t know. It all happened too fast for me to see the coward,” lied Aase as she tried to cover herself.
“We have to tell father. Surely he will make him marry you,” demanded her sister.
“Nei, there is no need. I killed him.”
“You said you didn’t see him. Aase, what if you’re pregnant?”
Aase rubbed her hands across her face. “I’ll think about that, when the time comes.”
As the months advanced Aase’s stomach started to grow. Aase knew telling her father the truth would challenge her place in the family, but she didn’t want to surprise them. One festive night when all the men and women were dancing around center, Aase took her father by the hand.
“Laird, I have something to tell you about my baby’s father.”
Aase’s father looked down with green caring eyes. “What is it, Aase? Who is he?”
“He is a slave and not from this region.”
“Have you told anyone?”
“Nei, I wanted to tell you first.”
“Why didn’t you come to me sooner? You can’t have this barn.”
“I’m having the barn. I’ll leave if you want, I go stay far away. I’m keeping the barn.”
“Do you know what this means? If you have a son, he will not be allowed here. You can’t bring it around here.”
“I’ll trade my valuables for a little piece of land.”
Scandinavia Present Day
“Wake up, my child. You are needed for the great Ragnarok, go now.” Hertha grabbed her torch and flung it around. “Who’s there? Come out!”
“Go back to sleep. The men will be needing that torch soon. You better figure out how you plan to replace it before they figure out it is missing. We have a few more hours before the sky brightens up,” snapped Erica as she pulled the thick elk’s skin, over her shoulders.
“Nei, someone called out to me. The voice said I was needed for the Ragnarok.”
“The Ragnarok, and a twig of a girl, like yourself,” snorted Erica. “The Ragnarok is for warriors who are called by Odin. What can a skinny twig of a gurl like yourself do in the great battle? You are a bastard child of a removed Laird’s daughter.”
“We all have a place in saving our people’s future. My slenderness makes me quicker than most. What about our ma’s vision? She said we were destined to be special. Do you not recall it? Besides, I know what I heard. I heard it with my own ears. I could even feel his cold breath on my neck,” whispered Hertha as she ran her fingers across the side of neck.
“Aase, this is your doing,” insisted Erica as she frowned. “Our Aase said a lot of things, and none of them made any sense. Our mum was crazy.”
Hertha shook her head and put on a long dress with a thick brown cloak. “I know what I heard, and I believe her. She was always right and she knew about the Gods,” said Hertha. “I’m not sleepy anymore, I’m going for a walk.”
As the sun came up in the morning sky, Hertha was able to take in an unbridled look at the land. The snow was ankle deep and the branches were covered with a heavy sheet of icy snow. The white blanket was so heavy that it bent the branches of the trees, causing them to brush against the ground. While the branches were cracking loudly underneath the heavy snow, animals were trying to escape with their very lives.
“Go to the river,” whispered a voice from the wind.
Hertha turned around and looked for the owner of the voice. “Who’s there? Say it again.”
“Go to the river, and stick your hand in the icy waters until your fingers start to burn,” demanded the voice.
“Why should I? Why would I do such a stupid thing? You wish to mangle my hand,” snorted Hertha.
The wind blew violently forcing Hertha’s braid to unravel and fall below her shoulders like a river of gold. Hertha held her cloak tighter against her body and held her head down. “Who are you?”
“I am your protector, your leader,” whispered the wind.
“Are you Thor? Are you sending me into battle, Mighty Thor?”
The voice was quiet for a few seconds. “Just go, Hertha. We are depending on you.”
Hertha moved faster through the thick snow until she came upon the river. “Nei, it’s frozen. I can’t do anything. It’s hard as a rock.”
A large boulder started to roll from the mountain above the river. Hertha ran behind a large tree as the rock hit the icy river just adjacent to her body. “Go now, swim to the bottom of the rock and there you will find it.”
Hertha placed her cloak on the ground and mumbled a silent prayer. “Gods save me now.” She rushed down into the icy river. As she was swimming downward the waters started to harden. “I’m going to die.” She pushed forward until she made it to the rock. By the time she made it, the water was quickly turning back to ice. Near the ground she saw something shiny shimmering. With her strength fading, she swam deeper until she was on top of the long shiny metal. “It’s a sword.” She grabbed the sword and began her journey to the top of the river. With each movement she could feel her life slipping away. The sword was cutting away at the ice until finally she was near the top. Her body floated to the bank and her eyes closed.
“Now that you have found my gift, we must talk.” The tall man bent down and brushed his long dark cloak against Hertha’s face. “Hertha, hear me now. Listen not with your trained eyes, but with your heart. You are needed for a great cause. The Ragnarok will soon be upon us, and only the best of feigra manna, will make it to great Valhalla. I need a guardian like yourself. I will give you the gift of life and you will vow to serve us always.”
“Anything you say, Great Thor,” whispered Hertha weakly.
Ares held his cloak together and smiled. “You have been chosen to die a great death for your people, but you will be reborn. You will no longer be just Hertha. You are now be Hertha the Great Valkyrie and this sword will be your protector, it is called ULFBERHT.”
A wave of confusion washed across Hertha’s face as she slowly placed her hand around the sword's uniquely shaped hilt. The sword was longer than her arm with oddly shaped letters running down the fuller. With shaking arms, Hertha tried to hold the sword upwards in the air, but the blade was too heavy to maintain. I think I should make her use the sword here. Maybe he should teach her how to use it.
Ares took hold of the sword, and smiled. "Be patient, we are not finished yet.” Ares grabbed Hertha by the face and looked into her eyes. Before her head hit the ground, he was off once again.
The snow started falling once again, covering both Hertha and the sword. The coldest prompted Hertha to open her eyes once again. “Thor, give me strength,” demanded Hertha. She grabbed the sword and thrust it into the cold frozen ground. “Nei, I can do this.” She pulled herself up by pressing her weight on top of the hilt. After she made it to her feet she looked around. Her eyes were now focused. She no longer had problems with seeing objects far away from her. She grabbed the sword and flung it in the air. “By the Gods, I am great.”
Erica reached down for the wooden knob sticking out from the door as Hertha was nearing the entrance. “Are you mad, gurl? I was about to send the men for you. If you don’t want to be treated like a barn, you need to act your age.”
“I’m going to fight in the next battle,” insisted Hertha as she pulled her wet clothes off and placed them in a corner.
“Not this again—we have talked about this. You are not fighting. You are not a warrior. You need to gain the attention of one of the Lord’s sons. He has plenty and you can gain honor.”
Hertha looked at Erica sternly. “The Lord’s sons are all sackless.”
“You can be beaten for that,” grunted an older man holding a stein in his hand.
Hertha laughed and stepped into a pair of trousers.
“What are you doing, gurl?” Erica grabbed a dress and pressed it against Hertha’s chest. “Are you looking for a fight?”
Hertha pushed the dress back in Erica’s arms. “You wear it. I will not wear another dress. Why must I feel a draft drifting up my arse every moment of the day? I can’t fight with a dress. They have on trousers and thick cloaks. They have warm boots. I want warm boots too.”
Erica was about to reply when a yell came from outdoors. “We’re under attack,” screamed a female. I don't know if I like the name Erica. I don't know if I want to keep the relationship.
“It’s happening now,” demanded Hertha as she grabbed her sword and ran out of the house. People were dropping like flies in every direction. The first thing she noticed was the blue glow that circled around the people on the ground. The dirt was speckled with shiny beads of light floating above the bodies. Hertha placed the sword on the ground and looked around.
Erica reached down and placed her hand on Hertha’s shoulder. “Hertha, we have to fight. Fight!”
Hertha screamed as a force took over her body. “I can’t move. Erica, I’m on fire.”
Erica ducked as a large black wing flung from Hertha’s body. “Hertha, you’re a Valkyrie.”
Hertha stood up and looked at the dead on the ground once more. She raised herself in the air and let out a scream. It was enough to wake the dead. She looked down at her feet and the others around her. They were bowing and the dead were raising from the ground.
“They are going to Valhalla,” yelled a younger Viking as the bodies disappeared.
Hertha tried to land, but a force prevented her feet from touching the ground.
“You must fly away, “whispered the Ares. “ They have seen you raise the dead. Mortals can never witness such things.”
“I didn’t ask for this. You never said I would have to give up my family,” cried Hertha.
Ares laughed into the wind. “You never asked.
We got made it home from the doctor and she has asthma. I'm a little scared by the diagnoses because this means I need to be nearly perfect. There are so many things that have to change now because her asthma is the kind that needs to be treated daily. The doctor did not want her going back to school this week. She said she wanted us to keep her in the rest of the week. I wonder if that means the weekend too. If anyone has any information on asthma , I would be glad to hear about it. Right now, I'm just a little scared.