Y/N and her two sons live a quieter life after the death of her husband, guiding her children to worry of much needed training and getting along despite their differences. Until the day comes where she figured out her sons have been going behind her...
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The sharpness of the eye slices through the Raider woman with ease, which is pulled from her bleeding and half hanging body, only to be slammed down into her skull like a sort of mercy kill. Removing the weapon with a light tug and wiping off the crimson color onto the dead corpse, it's put away as they jog over to a cliff. Killing a chain down to the lower level for connivence, the sound of Mimir's voice is aimed towards the ginger haired son.
"So lad—besides your gift of language and hearing creatures' thoughts, are there any other new magical abilities to report?"
The sons go ahead of her, one used their wings as the other uses the chain, the young female herself simply uses the wall to slide downs, her feet hitting the stoney floor with a soft thud.
They continued onwards, it's a little less cold on the inside due to the many torches, but just barley. She does not comment any sort of suggestions on their words, but add to them.
"And Fenrir?"
"What about him?"
Her lips pursed.
"When he died, you casted a spell."
He disagrees with her words.
"No, I didn't.."
Stepping passed, and sometimes over, large rocks with discarded barrels, the path took them deeper inside. Little fires and other man-made materials meant for certain things lay about vacantly.
"You.. Didn't see a light?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Scarred brows slightly furrowed by this, wondering how could a gifted child such as himself, had not see what she saw. Morpheus wasn't present at the time so he had no idea as well, though to a certain extent, he young man did regret not being able to see the wolf before it had perished.
"Forget it."
"Okay.."
There's a small pause.
"Don't worry. It's probably a trick or Fimbulwinter, Gods know I've seen my share.."
Jogging about to come towards an edge, they hop down the decent height onto what seemed to be a lower lever. Nonetheless, they finally make it outside to a familiar sight of freezing temperatures and fluffy snow.
"Oh, I recognize where we are now.."
Atreus mutters, his brother glancing towards the his mother who just continues down the path.
