- Freya! Can you come and look at this?
Loki and I are in Nivedy and are trying to find those who might have survived from the attack.
There is so many dead bodies everywhere that haven't been transformed to a wolf yet or that will never be transformed for they are beyond recognition. Some do I remember, one of them are Christopher's mother, why she hasn't transformed is for me a mystery of its own,but I have not find anything that shows that Christopher are dead or alive, but I hope he is dead.
Frigga had me going through tones of things after that we had been eaten breakfast. We went through the basic of how to act like a royalty in situations that needed it and how a royalty act to insults. And then we also went through a lot about the responsibility to have as much power as I have been given, everything from being the Chosen one, to become the Princess of Asgard. When we had gone through all that, the day had come to an end since I'm not a quick learner and I had to postpone the trip to Nivedy to the following day.
Loki is standing over something that I can't see from where I am, so I walk over to him with confusion that turns to shock when I see the wolf steps leading to the treehouse.
- Why are there wolf prints here, Freya? And why is there no marks on the bodies from a wolf?
- Haven't you read about that? You have a book with it. My kin has this thing that when we die, we transform into a wolf and if we choses, we can transform into a ghost as well. Meaning that we still can be with our family and help with whatever they might need help with. There is no mark on the bodies because a ghost feel no hunger not even in their wolf form. Theses footprints are still wet from the rain that fell earlier, meaning that someone got transformed just before we arrived. And they are going to the treehouse.
I say as I stand up with concentrated eyes following the footprints.
Right then, I see something staring at us in the woods, when the thing see that I have seen it, it turns around and runs away.
- I thought I saw something in there. Come on.
I say and starts to jog towards the treehouse and the thing I saw.
- Freya! Wait for us!
But I don't care of what he says because I am standing in front of Christopher who, unfortunately, is fully alive. He's not shimmering as he should have done if he was a ghost.
- Oh, look. Isn't it miss 'Nothing'?
He says with that fake smile he have every time he sees me.
He has changed a lot. Now instead for having brown hair he has this really dark black hair, and he's green eyes are now glowing red. It is actually a little scary to see him like this. He looks more like a Dark Elf than the Christopher who saw the pleasure of making my day as much as a hell that he could.
"What have happened to him? Why has he changed so much?"
- What are you doing here 'Nothing'? Searching for mother?
He says in a taunting voice that is getting on my nerves.
- You better stop using that tone when you speak to me, Christopher. I'm here to find those who might have survived the war. Your mother did not, but you did. Why? Maybe you killed her so the Dark Elves wouldn't take you because they thought that you were one of them. Or was there something else in the picture?
I say mockingly, not taking my eyes from his.
- (Hah) Why would I say anything to you 'Nothing'?
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Freya
FanfictionFreya is not like the rest of the kids in her age. She doesn't have any magical powers like them. She doesn't even look like them even though she was born in Nivedy. She can't help that the Oracle is so lazy to give Freya her powers. But even if eve...