Spirits of Norway

Chapter 12

" Wait-What does bonded mean " asked paris, watching her father and Lucas leave the giant room, leaving her with Helen. She wiped the tears that were now falling. " come, let's get you cleaned up " said Helen, taking her by the hand and leading her away from the room. As they walked, Paris studied the tapestries that hung from the walls. There were all kinds of designs from a man summoning a lizard spirit to a woman mediating. But she stopped when she saw one tapestry that kind of through her brain for a loop. Like a nasty rollercoaster ride. 

She analyzed it more closely. It was earth, but two different realms were above and below the planet. The one above earth was a field with a flowing river and seemed to radiate happy thoughts. Her first thought was heaven but judging from the way it was designed, she figured out that it was the after life. But below earth was a place that radiated darkness. Spirits crawling out of a pit, a creature that had the head of a wolf and claws of a wolverine whipping a skeleton back to work. She immediately hated this place. " The underworld ". Paris turned into the direction of the voice, trying to identify where it was coming from. But the voice belonged to none other than Lucas. He had his hands folded behind his back, gentleman style. " The very realm where the demons and the undead are born, seeking revenge on the world of the living, wanting to steal the animal spirits of the human race just for them self " he explained, nodding his head in the direction of the darker world. 

" Why is my father so angry about Fenrir bonding to me? " Paris asked, trying to solve this mysterious puzzle that had clouded her mind and her thoughts. Lucas brought his eyes up and looked her in the eye before continuing. " First you have to understand, The wolf is what created the legend of Fenrir wolf, the monstrous wolf that caused so much destruction ", he had described " But the legend wasn't to far off in my opinion " he said. Paris laughed when she heard that. " He was thrown off the beast council and into the mortal world for his destructive habits, said to guard our sacred home " he continued, now walking down the long hall and pointing to a tapestry where a large wolf was being thrown off a cloud and in front of the  the city.

" so why is he so angry? " she asked again. " It's because of me ", a new voice now entering the chamber. The newcomer had sandy skin, green eyes, and his hair was like spaghetti, prince style. Paris immediately hated him. He carried himself like a prince, which in this case he was and he smelled like a rat. " The names Prince Octavius, and i'm the reason your father is so angry " he said while bowing. 

Lucas bowed his head. But Paris refused to. " Sorry, last I checked, i don't bow to rats " she growled, her hands slowly moving to the trench knives that were tucked into the pouch that was attached to her leg.  Lucas winced. Octavius stood straight and smirked at her. " last I checked,  i'm prince of this kingdom and I demand that you hand over Fenrir this moment " he said, stretching his hand out. Paris had a chakra trench knife in her hand and was holding it in a defense position. 

" No, he made his choice and now i'm making mine " she growled, now holding both of her chakra knives, boxing style, both cloaked in a orange aura. Octavius opened his mouth to make a comeback when she heard her father's voice. " Come Paris, we must meet with the council " he called behind paris. Paris put her blades away and walked to her father, Lucas following in pursuit. Octavius gave her one last glare before stalking away. She made a silent oath: she would protect Fenrir wolf with her life.