I might not be able to work on it a lot this month because something has come up. However, I will work on it today or until I part with my computer. Sad dayssssss.....Hmm there is a your that needs to be you're but I can't see it... I am blind as a bat.
Chapter Two
For
two days Hertha wondered around in silence, eating on figs and other small
things. Finally on the third day after the sun was drifting downward into the
sky, she came to a small village positioned in the back of a large valley. Two thin
blonde headed children were playing near their house. A tall lady stood near
the door smiling as her children played with rocks and swords.
“Duga,
he’s got his systir by the neck.”
Hertha
looked at the children and smiled. “Aww, come on sveinn. Your mum wants you to
be kind.”
The
lady smiled and motioned for Hertha.“Thank you! He fights with his sister all the
time.
“We
were all that way once. I’m Hertha.”
“Nice
to me you, Hertha. I’m known as vǫlva.”
“Really?”
“Yes
because I see things.”
“What
did people call your before they called you witch?”
“They called me Miskunn.”
Hertha
smiled once more. “I like Miskunn. I’ll call you Miskunn.”
“Do
you want to hear something different?”
“I
guess, I’ve got plenty of time. What do you have to tell me?’
Miskunn
looked towards the woods. “I knew you were on your way to me. I saw it in a
vision many nights ago. You are here because of the Gods. Only you can’t stay
here long because the Gods know of you know and they are looking for you as we
speak.”
Hertha
looked around nervously. “What do you mean they are looking for me? They gave
me the gift. I’m doing their will. Are they happy with me?”
Miskunn
shook her head. “No, you’re the end of Thor and his lot. The Gods of another
world have entered into your heart. I dreamt of this when I was a little lass.
I told the elders that our Gods would be defeated by a woman and Gods from the
South. ” insisted the woman.
“No,
you misunderstand. I’m a Valkyrie. I honor Odin. I fight for our Gods. I’m here
because of the great Thor. I’ve been given a great responsibility by the Gods.”
The
vǫlva looked around and smiled. “By Thor,
you say? Have you ever heard of Thor coming down to any of us? Does that sound
like something he would do? What did your God look like? It does not matter
anyway because they can change their shape and appearance.”
“I
don’t understand.”
“You
understand, but you do not want to understand. The only way you will live
through this is if you move to another area completely. Your father is not
Norse. The other gods know.
Hertha
grabbed placed her long pale fingers in her reddish blond hair and pulled
tightly. “You’re wrong. This isn’t right. You aren’t a good witch. You don’t
know what your talking about.”
Miskunn
started laughing. “Your mother was not protected by our Gods. She was raped by
the Southern Gods. When she was in the woods one great day, your father came to
her as a slave with his master. He willed the master to disgrace your mother by
allowing him to have her. You are not like us and that is why you have always
been an outcast.
Hertha
shook her head once more. “You’re wrong. I’m not the daughter of a God. I’m
Thor’s…”
“Thor’s
what? You are Thor’s mindless lot? Thor’s mindless lackey? Maybe his sackless
slave, with but one reason to live and die?”
“I’m
Norse.”
“You,
are a Demigod. How many of those are around here? You’re special, and the Gods
are trying to erase you before the others know about it. They want the Ragnarok
because when you all die they gain your spirits and become more powerful than ever
before. They will descend and live as immortals on these very plains that we
call home.
“They
have their own home, Valhalla is their home.”
“Valhalla
is destined to fade away.”
“I
don’t believe you.”
“You
do not need to believe me. Just think about it.”
“Where
shall I go?”
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