A Court of Heritance and Destiny

Chapter 5 Freya

She sat completely still, focused on the ceremony down in the courtyard under her. Dorothea stood there at the altar, talking about the blessing of the light, how the sun gave them life, joy, blessings, how the sun was The Mother of the world. How they, the ones sitting right there, were her children.

Freya took in every word at best she could, her eyes glued to the Priestess as she talked. Her voice was loud and field with power, allowing it to travel to Freya's room. Slowly the sun started to rise, casting the female in its golding light. Freya held her breath, waiting to see what blessing The Mother would give her this year. Eternal beauty, insights to the future... She waited and waited, until the light climbed higher, soon even Freya got the ray of sun on her, weaker than the ones blasting the priestess, but she hoped to gain some of The Mothers blessings. Maybe to be healthy for a year, just a year, was that too much to ask The Mother for?

"I speak to you!" Dorotheas voice didn't sound like her own. It was higher, it held even more power. "You are on the right path! Follow your High Lord, and you will gain eternal happiness!" Freya moved her focus to her father, he was sitting there in the first row. His golden crown gleaming in the sun.

She had started to understand now how important that title was, how he held so many responsibilities. Just like she would one day. Tamlin was a good leader, one who took them all to victories. And she one day needed to be the same, when she was ready.

"But beware, the road to happiness is lined with danger, threats from above. Keep an eye out for the shadows!" With that a large gasp came from the crowd and Freya slapped her hand over her mouth, seeing how Dorothea fell down on the ground. Her father was fast to run to her aid, it got harder to hear what was being said, the crowd stood up, and some were calling for help. Then her fathers voice broke through the voices.

"Dorothea?" Her father asked, "She came... She talked..." Freya removed her hand as her father spoked. She wanted to know how it had been, how it felt to have The Mother so close. She wanted to know if she herself one day would experience it.

"It was strange, otherworldly." They helped the Priestess up and the crowd started to applaud them. Freya joined in too, the sight of her father and the priestess standing there side by side, bathing in the sun's golden light

"Our leaders! In spirit and flesh!" Some called out, and more followed. Freya agreed, the two looked like leaders.

She bowed, going down on her knees before her window, bowing her head down, hoping that The Mother approved of her action.

Please Mother, give my father and Dorothea your eternal happiness, give them everything they need. Let me be healthy so they don't need to worry. They deserve that. They deserve a good life now.

Summer solstice moved forward, but Freya sat alone in her room, some food had been brought to her at some point. And she could hear the guests talking and laughing in the garden, out of her window's view. She sat there and heard the songs in the distans, the humming of life just outside of her grasp.

Laughter, talking, some bursted out singing. The tone from crystal glasses touching. She tried to identify all of the sounds. One had a deep voice, a male, she could not hear what he said, but he heard that he talked. Then it was a high singing voice that sometimes initiated a song. Sometimes in silence, sometimes the other guests joined in. There was music too, fiddles, flutes, drums.

Maybe they are dancing too? She wondered, trying to lean out her window to see. But to no avail. She sighed and sat down at her desk, picking out one of the many books she had on her shelves. One with blank pages ready for her to fill with her own words.

A gift from her father on her birthday. A new diary to fill for her tenth year.

Summer Solstice.