Lady Sif {Thor}short stories

The Making of Lady Sif (part 2)

Linked to Origins 1&2 Written 09/2014 roughly.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀| The making of Lady Sif |

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀| Part Two |

"Sif this is madness.....ye can not defend thyself...thou art weak..." Heimdall followed her through the palace, trying to get to halt her steps with little success.

"Heimdall...I have been a disgrace to our family, I shalt not be anymore..." She spat, the determination gave her voice a new grit compared to the angelic tones that she once had.

He shrugged, she was not as pliable as before. She had changed. Time would tell if it was for the better.

She led him to the library that harboured the most treasured of books. Lighting a candle, she entered the darkest part, a part seldom set foot in by the denizens.

"Sif..." Heimdall frowned in concern, this area was left alone for a reason. It held books from the old ages, within the pages the blackest of magic was scribed.

"Shh Heimdall I am searching..." Her lips were pressed flat together as her fingers traced the dusty book covers, carefully reading the titles until she found the one she was looking for.

She pulled the book from the shelf and blew away the cobwebs.

"Dost thou remember the horror stories father used to tell us? The beast that could tear skin from bone within an instant, her intent to make a map from said skin, one that concealed her treasures?"

"Aye....however they were simply fables Sif..."

"Aye....alas did ye not listen? Her name...what was her name? What did it translate into?"

She placed the book upon the table and waited for Heimdall to place the pieces together.

"Nay...."

The title of the book.. "The quest of the mørk kriger".

"The quest of the dark warrior."

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"In the darkest halls, seldom set foot by any of Asgard, lay thy answers....remember my fables Sif..."

Her father's word rang through her head. When he had come to her that afternoon within her chambers telling of this quest, she thought him mad, but now...now she knew it was she needed to do. For him. To make him proud.

She spent hours reading the old text, deciphering what she could. Most of it was nonsense but every now and then she came across instructions that had been carefully placed within the writing.

Heimdall scrawled down the words she read allowed until finally they had enough information to draw a detailed map. One that would lead her to her destination.

"Sif I still don't think this is right...."

"Heimdall open thy eyes! Father wanted this! He wouldn't have led me to that book and told me of the quest if he didn't believe I would go forth and complete it. Just have faith in me brother."

"I do..." He surprised himself in saying so.

Sif gathered what supplies she needed and tucked the map safely within her pouch. She equipped herself with an old blade her father left her, said her goodbyes and raced from the safe haven she grew up in to an unknown destiny. The only company she had was the horse she had taken from the stables.

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Sif travelled for what felt like an age.

Her journey took her through the most horrific of terrains.