Journey into darkness

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Written 28/2/2014

Journey into darkness (from the comics, I have adapted it into story form. The dialogue is not mine)

After dining with Gudrun, the wife of Volstagg, and his children; Sif set off on a quest to become stronger, to be the ultimate warrior. She travelled beyond the Fumbulthul, past the Hvergelmir and into the cave of Aerndis. The teacher. The one who would, with any luck, teach her the beserker incantation. She recited an ancient passage from the book she took with her and in a spark of green light a portal opened and the teacher appeared. "Teacher." The warrior greeted the witch, but the woman was less than enthused to meet her. "Unworthy!" Aerndis cried as she shot from the portal. "What have you done you selfish whore?!" She struck the goddess with her sceptre, causing her to fly backwards with speed, however Sif managed to get her feet and remain upright. "No!" Sif snapped as she eyed woman. "I come for Asgard! FOR ASGARD!" She gripped her sword, ready to fight if she had too. "And tell me, what is Asgard but arrogance and self-interest made flesh?" A cunning smile stretched across her green features as Sif stood before her, her hair now flayed across her face. "I am." She stayed strong, fear not present on her features. "I am Asgard. We are all Asgard."

The woman seemed content with this and took a step back, still eyeing the warrior with apprehension. "What do you want?" Sif then took a bold step closer. "I want you to teach me the beserker incantation." The witch laughed. "Thor could tell you that!" Sif shook her head. "Not as it had become; frenzied, unfocused, but how it was. Ferocity born from devotion. When that which we were and that which we fought for were one and the same." The woman smiled as the warrior. "I thought you fought for Asgard?" Sif stumbled on her words and looked down. "I-I no longer know what that is." The witch squealed in delight and grabbed Sif's throat, clutching her long green fingers around it. "At last, some honesty. So I ask again, what do you want?" "To be a better warrior." Sif answered quick, feeling uncomfortable and overpowered by the ancient sorceress. "It will make you a different warrior." Aerndis warned. "But stronger?" Sif asked. "Yes." "Fiercer?" The woman moved her hand and held Sif's chin in place at the next words. "Yes. The ancient way is a thing of terrible beauty and viscous grace. If you are willing." Sif shook herself free and stood tall. "I am willing, and I care nothing for your cautions and your accusations. I am as worthy as any other." The woman took hold of Sif again, grasping her shoulders this time. "The worthy get that which they warrant." She spoke slowly, through gritted teeth. "Then let that which I have done earn me that which I desire."

She locked eyes with the woman ahead of her, impatience growing. She did not travel all this way to get nothing. "Ah, but is it what you deserve noble Sif?" She spoke softly and Sif nodded. "Yes." The witch chuckled and released her. "No, I think perhaps not. But then, we've just met, I may be mistaken." With a cold grin she took Sif's hands, green sparks flew from the pair and Sif gasped in shocked. She could feel the darkness consuming her entirely, she soon fell to the floor panting, at knees of Aerndis. "And now, how sits it with you?" The woman laughed, eyeing Sif before her. "Like the taste of a thousand meals not eaten. My belly touches my spine with the hunger of it." She looked up and met the woman's unimpressed gaze. "Then you are no different than the others. What felicity." She said in a disappointed tone before turning away. "And now I must rebuild what you have so thoughtlessly destroyed. Take what is yours and leave. You were honest and so I dealt fairly, but you'll get nothing more from me this day." Sif stood slowly as the woman's back turned completely, her eyes glowing yellow with dark rings forming, her sword now grasped in her hand. "But there is something else I desire." She raised her sword and swung it hard...

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She travelled far back to the small town of Broxton, Oklahoma that she was so used to. A trail of blood followed her as she entered the bar, throwing an almost round shaped bag upon the stool beside her, blood dripping from the bottom of it and trickling down the stool leg. The bartender sighed at the mess and handed her a pint of beer in a glass. She took a sip and placed it back down, blood now transferred from her hand to the handle, a tiny pool of blood now sat below the glass on the counter. Sif ran her fingers through it thoughtfully. "I want more." She breathed quietly to herself.

~~The End~~

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