when Halfdan the Black finds love in an unexpected being, and when he goes against the odds of all his people. the gods are with him, just as they are with his brother, and with the power they give him- he won't let his life, or his love, go to wast...
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She could feel blood on her hands, staining her skin red. She could smell death in the air, pungent and bitter. She could taste tears on her tongue as friends, both old and new, died at the very hands of those they once trusted. And she could feel the length of a sword sheathed inside her chest as she let her knees cave.
Ney'Pehya Sai' k'Tyro of Seythreydeas awoke that night with a heavy breath, the tender markings on her skin appearing as she envisioned the wrath of war reigning down over the lands of men.
Yes, they were worlds apart, but she could still feel the distant hopelessness in the pit of her stomach caused by the humans millions of miles away. She quickly jolted out of her unkempt slumber, making way to her sacred pool to seek guidance from Yaweyna.
Gracefully stepping within the depths of the clear water, she walked further into the pool until she drifted beneath the surface, closing her eyes as she welcomed the helping arms of Yaweyna.
She felt the warmth seep in through her marked skin, slipping through her blood and coating her organs, consuming her completely until not even the ruination of her kingdom could she hear.
Go to them, she heard in a gentle whisper, echoing through the halls of her being as Yaweyna guided her as to what she should do. Help them, guide them, free them.
Yaweyna slowly dispersed from her lively veins and slithered back into the waiting roots of Wayitomoāne, leaving Ney'Pehya with only one choice.
She must call upon her oldest friends, her most trusted companions, the most powerful beings she has encountered on the very planet they inhabit.
The three women she has come to admire, the daughters of Mehtyo, Seyno' Lutykan of Ikralla, the greatest warrior of all Wayitomoānean Avi'Na.
She called upon the heirs to the three thrones of Ikralla, hoping to gather a force that would be unbreakable, unpenetrable, and utterly unstoppable. Hoping to gather a force that would send those from whence they came, back across the human sea and into the manmade dens of villages east and west.
And after she summoned them to her home, when her message had been sent— her calls were answered.
