Other Worldly

⪻Chapter One⪼

The soft chocolate hands of the young princess brushed the pages of the old dusty books. The sounds of the rain tapping the windows is what soothed the young girl on this cold dark night. Winter was approaching is all she thought as she looked through the glass. She returned to her tattered books and picked up a small magnifying glass to examine the old writings.

ᛏᚺᛖ ᛏᚨᛒᛚᛖᛏ ᛟᚠ ᛚᛁᚠᛖ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ ᚹᚨᛊ ᚨᛊᚷᚨᚱᛞ×ᛊ ᛗᛟᛊᛏ ᛈᚱᛁᛉᛖᛞ ᛈᛟᛊᛊᛖᛊᛊᛁᛟᚾᛊ. ᛁᛏ ᚷᚨᚹᛖ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚺᛟᛚᛞᛖᚱ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᚾᛟᚹᛚᛖᛞᚷᛖ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛞᛖᚨᛞ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚺᛟᚹ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ ᚠᛚᛟᚹᛊ ᛏᚺᚱᛟᚢᚷᚺ ᛟᚢᚱ ᚢᚾᛁᚹᛖᚱᛊᛖ. ᛒᛇ ᛈᚢᛏᛏᛁᚾᚷ ᛏᚺᛖᛊᛖ ᛏᚹᛟ ᚨᛊᛈᛖᚲᛏᛊ ᛏᛟᚷᛖᛏᚺᛖᚱ ᛁᛏ ᛁᛊ ᛈᛟᛊᛊᛁᛒᛚᛖ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚢᛊᛖᚱ ᛏᛟ ᚱᛖᚹᛁᚹᛖ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛞᛖᚨᛞ.

The young princess was familiar with these writings. They were runes, Elder runes to be specific. It roughly translated to:

The Tablet of Life and Time was Asgard's most prized possessions. It gave the holder the knowledge of the dead and how time flows through our universe. By putting these two aspects together it is possible for the user to revive the dead.

The young girl was fascinated. The Nine Realms sounded wonderful. She had been confined to the Palace by her father who says a lady should not be going and adventuring outside. Especially someone like her. There was something different about this girl. Something Other Worldly. Her small eyes followed the intriguing sentences in her old book as she continued dreaming about going to these other lands. She was pulled out of her dreamland when the sound of footsteps outside startled her. The young girl quickly sat up from her chair and clutched tightly around her. She crept to a nearby bookshelf and sat behind it. Her small eyes peaked through the spaces between the books to see who had arrived. It was a tall gentleman. Not quite a man but not quite a boy. He had blondish brown hair and dark brown eyes that he shared with the young princess. He was dressed in a dark brown tunic and black pants. In his hand he carried a small ball of yellow light. This was none other than Prince Balder Iwaldison. The brother of the small girl.

"Sigyn?" he called holding his hand out in the darkness.

The small copper haired girl stepped away from her hiding spot and into his line of sight.

Balder broke into a warm smile as he asked his sister, "What are you doing here so late at night love?"

"I couldn't sleep, I-I had a nightmare," she bowed her head in shame.

His face fell when he heard those words. He was well aware of how their parents treated his younger sister. The people of Vanaheim may see them as saviours, but few knew what was behind the curtain. And fewer knew why they were such monsters to their daughter. The prince went closer to his sister and gently kneeled in front of her.

"Look at me Sig," he spoke.

The princess looked up at him with teary eyes. She didn't want to cry. She couldn't cry. A princess should never cry.

He put his hand on her shoulder and said, "It's alright to be scared and cry Sigyn,"

"But father says princesses shouldn't cry and that nightmares are silly and I sh-,"

"Hey!" he said gaining her attention again, "Just because you're a princess doesn't mean you can't cry Sigyn. You have every right to,"

Tears finally fell from her eyes as the 8-year-old girl wrapped her arms around her older brother and held him tightly. So tight that it was as if she was scared that he would disappear into thin air. They embraced in silence. The only sound being the pattering of the rain outside and the sounds of the soft wind pushing against the windows and trees.