A God's Daughter : Book 2

Chapter 4

Ranlanair's POV:

"what the hell is Asgard?" said Valkrie.

Now it was our turn to look shocked.

"...That's a very long and complicated history lesson you're asking for." stated Aaric. I nodded in agreement.

She hummed in disapproval, once again aiming her weapon at us.

"well, then. i suppose i have some time. lets hear it."

"Uh, Yes. Right. So, keep in mind while you are perfectly fine and everything and not bleeding half to death probably, perhaps you could help us before we die so we could actually answer your questions. I will say, trying to get answers out of a corpse isn't the easiest thing to do. unless you have an enchantment, but even then, it's quite frisky and vague." She blinked at me, but still didn't lower her weapon, but rather, pointed it right at my face.

How rude.

"I want answers now." She snarled in what was probably meant to be a threatening tone. It was threatening, to say the least, but not at all inducing the fear she thought it would. She saw this and faltered, her confidence draining out of her like an orange being squeezed into juice. But, to be fair, why would we be scared? We had magic, for one, for another, we were trained to fight properly, especially against Yeira, who was terrifyingly good at fighting.

 Another is that we had no idea what in all the nine realms she was pointing at us.

"Yes, yes, we can see that. You may have mentioned it a few times as well. But, while you may wish to have answers, we would really want to be alive for that. Perhaps, some medical attention would suffice?" I asked. She seemed to regain some of her confidence after that, probably remembering she had us at her mercy. Mortals. 100% the worst. At least that was my impression so far, but granted she was the only mortal i had ever met, i didnt have much room to speak.

"But I said I wanted-" She started, but was swiftly cut off by Aaric.

"Ok. you listen to me, you hot-headed arse-face. Ranlanair needs help. I need help. I don't care what you want, because granted you have that odd thing that you intend to hurt us with, we have no choice but to comply. Get us fixed up and maybe we might be slightly more courteous and less pig-headed and could possibly try to help you out with this nonsense." She was stunned into silence.

"I...I don't understand-" Aaric rounded on her, anger visible in his usually relaxed features.

"Don't understand?!? Bloody- gods. Stupid mortal. You think you cannot understand? What if I repeat myself, but poetically? Romantically? Formally?" I blanched.

Oh, forefathers, not this again.

"Tis fine. thee hark to me, thee hot-head'd arse-face. Ranlanair needeth holp. I needeth holp. I careth not what thee wanteth, because did grant thee has't yond odd thing yond thee intendeth to did hurt us with, we has't nay choice but to comply. Receiveth us did fix up and haply we might beest slightly m're courteous and less pig-head'd and couldst possibly tryeth to holp thee out with this tush tush" 

(im dying istg)

"I didn't even-" She started.

"Precisely. Now either understand or get out of the way so I can look around and see if the forest we crashed into has anything of use."

Her lips set into a thin line. Eyes boring into Aaric's. At last, she seemed to have come to her senses and pivoted on her heel and walked away, only stopping at the entrance to the structure we were in.

"Well? Aren't you coming?"

We grinned to each other despite our condition and hobbled to the doors with optimism, wishing to be rid of this pain.

Yeira's POV: (ơ̷̖̜̤͎͕̾͋̏h̵̡̤̻̏̈́̂̌͂ ̸̰͔̪̄d̶̠͙̙̈́͝e̶̥̱̕ǎ̷̟͖̘̦̭͇̹̅̃̊̓r̶͓̞̺̳̱̝̂̍͗̾)

As you left the palace, an odd sense of freedom washed over your senses.

It seemed a bit odd to you, considering this place was your home for your whole life. Every year was spent here, not once have you ever lived anywhere else. It was odd because it should be leaving this place that should get your guard up, not leaving.

Perhaps it was the fact that you were lied to for most of your life.

By both your father, and your grandfather. You didn't even want to think about what Frigga could have done, but you preferred to think she was one of the only people who did nothing.

You walked towards the Rainbow Bridge, bag in arm, alone with your thoughts, when you remembered.

There were guards in the village. there were guards everywhere, this was Asgard, by all the gods. Of course there were going to be be guards.

You smiled to yourself. Of course it wasn't unfixable. No, you weren't going to hurt them. No, you weren't going to do anything, except for using a simple, simple spell.

With a simple flick of your wrist, you melted into the shadows, invisible to the eye, as you crept once again to the bridge.

"Hey! Who are-" a guard reached for your arm. You whirled around and shot him such a glare you saw him flinch. He lowered his eyes. "Sorry, my princess. Might I be of assistance?"

You smiled. A smile so wicked, so cruel, so cold, so... evil. "No. I dont think there is."

"Of course. Once again, I am so sorry for disturbing you." You tilted your head up, signifying he was beneath you. He bowed away.

Heimdall was waiting for you.

"Yeira." He nodded his head once in acknowledgement. You did the same.

"Heimdall." You tried to stride past him, but he quickly blocked you with his sword. You stopped, still staring ahead. Slowly, you looked down, then back up to the Guard.

"What do you think you're doing?" You asked, mild annoyance lacing your tone.

"I saw what you did."

You froze. Of course he did. And, to both your surprise, you smiled.

"Then you must have seen what they did to deserve it." He stepped back and raised his sword to you. A defensive position. He was ready to fight.

"Princess, I won't let you pass." You folded your hands behind your back, face expressionless. He noticed.

He noticed how cold you looked. Your usually vibrant eyes, so cold. So empty...so dead. He saw he would find no mercy there. He saw how while before you held yourself with carefreeness and pride, now it was... anger. You held yourself with cold beauty and elegance. How you walked taller, prouder.

"Yes, you will."

"I cannot" You saw him shift his stance, mere moments from charging you. "I'm sorry, my princess."

"No." Your eyes glazed with fake sorrow. "I am."

Then you unclasped your hands.