Det bor en bonde på hvilken øy
Han hadde to døtre på bordet
En var som melk og blod
den andre så svart som jord
I walk through the forest, briers catching the bottom of my simple, black dress and cloak. The moon peeks through the canopy, providing just enough light to watch my footing. I silently curse myself for not removing the laced bodice from my dress before leaving the house. It was dangerous to be out at night, especially traipsing through the forest in search of spirits. After the storm that swallowed Bjørn, the witch hunts began. A girl from her village, Kala, had been burned after she refused to drown her cat, instead releasing it into the woods.
Karin didn't know if Kala was a witch or not, but she wanted to believe. She wanted someone, anyone to blame for her brother's death. If she could only blame demons, that was good enough. Karin shook her head, trying to focus and listened for the music.
For det var de begge forelsket
ville den yngste datteren gratis
"Ingen bør glemme meg
Når harpe begynner å synge"
In the midst of my mourning, I had recalled my grandmother's words. "If you walk through the forest at night with no path in mind, and follow the music, it will lead you to a spirit. If you bring him a meal of drink and blood, he may listen to your wish. " I knew that my plan was dangerous. There was no guarantee that the spirit would accept my offering or even listen to my plea.
Den yngste gikk med gylne hår
den eldste med falske råd:
"La oss gå ned til sjøen
og vaske oss rene fra båten "
Ungdommene kom ut på bank steiner
Den andre dyttet henne ut med sin etappe
Without thinking, Karin had followed the music and come upon a river, where a vague form of a man could be seen sitting below the waterfall. Beautiful music filled her mind as she stepped into the water.
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Breathe (On Hold Indefinitely)
ParanormalSo pretty much what the "On Hold Indefinitely" bit means is that occasionally I may update the story. If I do, it is not a promise to continue writing. I really can't work on the story consistently, as I write from my dreams. Thanks for understandin...
