I swung back and forth, slowly, with my hands locked in front of my chest and my arms folded around the cords. Balder sat on the trapeze next to me, staring out in front of him like a soulless, dying creature.
It was completely silent. For a moment, it felt like we were all alone in the tent, but I knew that- if I looked down- I wouldn't be able to see the floor of the tent, due to the spirits covering it and the benches. Some stood outside, others in other tents, others weren't released of the Endalok.
"I don't want to do this anymore," Balder suddenly whispered. "With all of them in your ring... It didn't seem this real. But right now, I just see an army of destruction, not one to save your honor."
I didn't answer. I just glanced down, closed my eyes, and felt the Endalok warm up against my skin. Before I knew it, the tent was empty again and we were slowly drifting to the sound of nothing.
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The Hel Experience
ParanormalOdin's granddaughter, Hel, brings about the end of the world with her circus of the dead. A steam punk story of pain, treachery and revenge. "Now Garm howls loud before Gnipahellir, The fetters will burst, and the wolf run free ; Much do I know...
