Until Odin separates us | Heimdall

He changed you for the worse

Chapter Eleven

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Memories of the view of the top of the wall did not leave Leah especially as she painted the picture wanting to best capture the memory of this view that never wants to leave her. Was she sad about it? No, she enjoyed it fell in love with the view.

Adding blue paint to the canvas wanting to cover the white base of the canvas and perfectly cover every part of the canvas, she hummed quietly under her breath and smiled while painting and reminiscing. A longing sigh left her lips and the smile didn't disappear, if only she could go back there and get that fresh crisp air there, which was better than the smoky air below, she couldn't whine about the unhealthy air that came from the chimneys of every Asgardian's dwellings, because from Gladsheim too, smoke came out to warm the gods or the warriors.

She had to accept the fact that forges cause smoke heating houses also causes smoke, yet she envied Heimdall not only the view but also that air on top of the wall.

Quietly humming from time to time, she looked toward the ball of faith, which was shining as brightly as ever, yet something caught Leah's attention. Frowning her eyebrows she put down the round palette for mixing paints on the table beside her and wiped her hands dirty from paint in the white apron that protected her olive dress from getting dirty getting up from the small stool moving away from the canvas with unfinished work she approached the sphere.

Lights. They were flickering as if something bad was happening it was strange and did not herald well, Leah quickly untied her apron behind her back and wanted to ditch the apron as soon as possible to see what was going on

Why are the lights flickering?

What's going on?

Why does the world stop believing in me

These questions were deep in her mind like a mantra that she couldn't remove from her thoughts as she left the room wandering the corridors of Gladsheim. Everywhere was quiet to the point of being too quiet however, she didn't have time to think about it now the children are in danger and she doesn't know what's going on for now. However, she felt something taking away her magic laughing right in her face she felt every light go out on the sphere leaving the place unlit, most went out on Midgard and Svartalheim this worried Leah

What's going on with Midgardians and Dwarves?

Is it something serious

Squeezing her hand tightly she put it forward and when she opened it the golden dust of faith was in the center of her palm and formed whatever her mind desired until finally the golden bird developed on her palm the little hummingbird-like bird fluttered its wings hovering over her hand, and when it opened its blue eyes they immediately rested on the woman who had produced it waiting for orders - My little friend - Leah greeted it quietly by gently stroking its head and back

A golden hummingbird produced from the sand of faith at the disposal of the female guardian chirped quietly greeting the woman and asking for orders at which Lea smiled gently. The woman's golden eyes met the blue hue of the hummingbird's eyes - Now my little friend you will fly to Midgard where you will inspect why the lights are going out and those who do not believe... They are to believe again - ordered the woman the hummingbird nodded its head immediately taking to work flying out of one of the open windows of Gladsheim