Maddend Heart ~Ivar The Boneless~

Chapter 60// Half of my soul

Ché c'ho una frase scritta in testa, ma non l'ho mai detta

Perché la vita senza te non può essere perfetta

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The first thing I saw were the floors of liquid gold and the endless seeming glass walls that looked like ice. Light seemed to flood the long hallways from every direction making me flinch as I was used to all the darkness before.

A darkness that was scarier than all my nightmares.

Where I was? I had no idea but it felt like home. I knew it wasn't home, because my home was him but it still felt like he was close. It was a comforting warmth that lulled me in to stay.

I begin to walk seeing my reflection in the glass walls.

I wear my crown and a dress that looks like the reflection of the water surface. A kind of fabric that no hand could ever craft.

I walk further into the endless halls when big doors appear in front of me. There are scenes of all gods I knew carved into the wood and when I wished to study it more they opened revealing a big room filled with the warm light of a thousand evening suns.

I walk through and instantly smell warm bread and orange juice causing my mouth to water.

"Is someone here?" I ask hesitantly when I hear steps. Out of the light a woman appears and I instantly recognise her.

"Grandmother?" I ask recognising the high arched face of the woman that visited my dreams as she pleased.

"What are you doing here?" she asks coming up to give me a swift hug.

"I don't know... I lost a lot of blood and fell asleep." I shrug truly unsure if this was what happend to me. My memories felt liek a blur I just remember holding... my baby. I held my child. Did I die giving birth?

"Let me guide you to the others." she smiles as she grabs my arm.

"Others?"

"Your parents my dear." she announces as I feel my heart stop. They're here?

I hear steps coming from the light and I nearly sink to my knees when I see their faces.

My mother is glaring at me as if she couldn't believe her eyes while my father runs towards me smiling like a little kid.

"λιακάδα." he whispers lifting me up in a big hug squishing me to his cold body. As he lets me go I stare at his face that looked exactly like had remembered it. His dashing green eyes stared down at me as his dark hair was falling in his face. His tanned skin remembers me of mine as a child and a singular tear trickles down my face as I stare at my dead father. My father that never got the chance to get grey hair. My father that was never allowed to see me grow up.

"My girl!" he whispers his accent as thick as ever as he steps to the side to reveal my mother. Her high set features and cold eyes are on the verge of breaking as she looks at me in disbelief.

"What are you already doing here?" she asks shaking her head.

"Mother." I whisper wanting her touch, her scent around me.