The Fenrir Saga - Part I

Chapter 15

--- Beonnie ---

I woke up early. It was unclear why I was so pumped up about this. Perhaps it was because it had been a long time since I had gotten to do something normal. Like going shopping and maybe to a coffee shop or just hanging out with a... well, I had never hung out with a friend, but today was the day!

The wound on my forehead was turning into a small scar, but nothing that I worried too much about. I just had to remind myself that even if I was relatively unscathed from all recent events, Hild was not. She had gone through a terrible ordeal, and somewhere, I knew that it should be dealt with somehow, but I didn't know what to do. She also seemed to have a rock psyche as she appeared entirely focused on creating a promising future rather than reminiscing over the past.

Hild moved beside me. Her face looked much better now that the swelling had subsided. Now, all visibly left on her face from that horrible night was the yellow-purple colour scheme, as she called it. One or two more days and only minor cuts and bruises would be left. And then, hopefully, nothing would be left. 

She was pretty. She had dark, long lashes, blue eyes just like mine, and long hair that cascaded over her back. The hair was black, and I had a feeling that it wasn't her natural colour, but it suited her well.

We did our morning routine with eggs, bacon, and Harry the dog before we put on the most suitable clothes we could find for a day in town: tights and long-sleeved T-shirts for both of us. I couldn't deny that I was looking forward to getting something a bit more high school and less fugitive to put on.

I took some cash from my bag, enough for clothes, groceries, and whatnot. I could spend a little this day, and then it was back to survival mode. Only from then on was I not in survival mode alone anymore. Hild was with me, and we would survive together.

Eagerly, we walked the short way into the town centre, from where we could take the bus to the other town. As Hild said, it took about half an hour. It wasn't a big town, but it had a small outdoor mall in the centre of a long main street with shops just waking up for the day.

Our eagerness had made us arrive early, and the clothing stores were not quite open yet. So, we decided to head to a nearby café or bakery. We stumbled upon a cute three-story house on a side street that hosted a café/restaurant on the ground floor. As we entered, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods greeted us. The place was much larger than it appeared outside, bustling with activity even at this early hour.

We found a table in a booth in one corner by the windows, giving us an excellent view of what happened both inside the place and outside on the street. We sat down and leaned back, taking in the bustling atmosphere. I couldn't help but let out a small cry of happiness, the day's excitement bubbling over. Hild smiled, her eyes livelier than yesterday.

"What was that for?"

"I just am so excited about this day!" I exclaimed. "Should we also have pretence names? I have always wanted to be called Molly."

Hild laughed.

"If you want to."

I thought about it.

"I will be Molly... Harryson! Oh, Hild, that is perfect! And you can be-"

She raised her hand to stop me.

"No, I will be me. Hild. But I can be Hild Harryson."

The bell by the door jingled ever so often when someone entered the café, and soon, there was a small queue in the pick-up line. The exhausted lady talked to everyone and seemed to know most of them by name. It was lovely and homely.