Call to Valhalla

Chapter 4

I just realised that Chapter 3 was actually 2 pages on this and 3 on Word. I hate these weird differences. Anyway, this chapter is definitely longer. Hope it makes you laugh! Vote, Comment, Fan!

Chapter 4

Alexander’s POV

The girl narrowed her eyes at me. “You sound like a stalker, you know that?”

I rolled my eyes. “You can take this however you like but I have been looking for you.”

The blonde guy grabbed my collar again and lifted me up. He pushed me against a tree. I healed myself as he glared at me. “Tell me everything. Now.”

I gave him a blank look. The girl put her hand on his shoulder. “It’s not exactly helpful that you’re going to kill him if you keep strangling him.”

The guy shook her off. “It doesn’t matter right now.”

“It sort of does. He has information and you’re killing him.”

“Well he isn’t talking now is he? What else should I do?”

“I don’t know!” she argued. “I’m not the interrogating expert!”

I continued to give them a blank look. “Will you two shut up?” the two looked at me. I put my hand on the guy’s arm to pull it back. He let me go. I crouched to my feet and coughed. I stood up. “You want information. So do I.”

“What about?” the sandy haired guy asked.

“You three,” I answered. “What are your names?” they didn’t answer. “Fine. I’m Alexander.”

The girl hummed. “Can we call you Alex instead? Alexander’s too long.” I gave her a look. “Yeah, I’ll call you Alex.”

“So who are you three?” I asked.

“I’m Hector,” the blonde guy said.

“I’m Helen,” the girl smiled.

“I’m Lucas,” the sandy haired guy replied.

“Nice to meet you,” I answered.

“Well, it would be nice if you started explaining!” Hector yelled. “What are you?!”

I sighed. “I’m a White Warlock. Your turn. What is a demigod?”

“A demigod is a mixture of a God and a human,” Helen explained. “What’s a white warlock?”

“A white warlock is a peaceful version of a dark warlock. And you could say warlocks are male versions of witches.”

“So you can use magic that way?” Lucas asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“How did you get here?” Helen asked.

“I should start from the beginning,” I told them. “I am from a different world from here. This is how I don’t know about you demigods. My world is full of witches, warlocks, shapeshifters, faeries, werewolves and vampires.”

“Vampires?” Helen questioned. “So it’s supernatural?”

I nodded. “I am a white warlock, as I said. To begin with, I was on my way out of the island I have been on for five years. Lightning struck it and I was in the ocean while I was unconscious. When I came to, I found myself in a place known as Valhalla. I saw two people fighting like there was no tomorrow. It was as though the fight was to the death. But I could tell that the lady defending Valhalla was holding back.”

Hector raised his eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. The enemy fled and I headed to the tower which was glowing with light. When I reached the top, I met the lady again. She told me she knew how I got there and explained everything to me about Valhalla.”