As she stepped out of the star, Ikora breathed in the cool Swedish air. The sun setting around her as dusk began its reign over the heavens. Wind blew her hair and it called her name gently.
"Follow the spruce to the brook, listen for the sounds of your realm." It breathed as she stepped to the edge of a small, spruce thicket.
She shifted, allowing her fea senses to take over and guide her. 'The sounds of your realm,' the wind had said, she quite enjoyed the ring of it. As she walked her magic trailed behind her, echoing her footsteps and moving the rocks in her path. She heard songs, calls, and laughter radiating from the center of the thicket. Sounds eerily similar to the way her mother had sang to her, and she sang to her son all those years ago.
"Between the day and between the night..." the words meaning nothing to most. But everything to Ikora. She followed the source of the sound, trying to see what else sang that way. "...My melody will replace the darkness with light."
The earth rumbled beneath her feet as she gazed upon a twisted image of her own mother. Features drained of colour, hair ratted and frized, and eyes dull and life-less. The creature stood staring into her soul, setting Ikora's focus a blaze. She placed one foot in front of the other, slowly making her way to the creature. As she reached out in an attempt to touch it, it screamed and fled, yet the song continued.
"It will chase away the cold..."
She pressed on to see what was singing so beautifully. She began to feel the rocks beneath her feet melt into lava as the song became louder.
"As my arms embrace you tight..."
Again she felt the wind whisper in her ears as the singing grew louder. Follow it. It whispered. Follow to the center.
Her heart was beating like a drum, the figure sat on a rock holding a small bird.
"The challenges you face..." the sound coming from the figures hands.
"Don't be afraid, child," the figure said "your kingdom is at hand." It rose from its rocks, bird still in hand. The bird flittered to the tip of the figures finger. "Mocking birds just want to sing,"
"Will be replaced by my embrace..."
"But be weary. They are not what they appear."
The birds song changed from that of a human to a true scream, louder than Ikora had ever heard. The noise drew other animals to the small clearing in the thicket. Quickly the mocking bird flew around, deceiving and confusing each animal into mauling each other. Once all were dead, the bird allowed its predators to feast on the carnage, and its friends to collect food safely.
"Always know what powers you hold dear," the figure drawled calling the bird back to her hand. "my gift to you dear, is deception. Hone your power and use it to your advantage." She said handing Ikora the mocking bird as it continued the song softly.
"My dearest child whom I love, you fit in my heart just like a glove..."
As soon as Ikora looked up both the figure and the bird were gone. She tried to sift from her fea to mortal form before she saw her wings.
She quietly lifted her head to the heavens, before finishing the tune.
"You've flown away just like a dove,
but are never far from my love.
And no matter what dangers ensue,
No matter who I must fight,
You'll find me waiting for you,
Between the day and between the night."
She prayed to Kjære kvinne that her son could hear her song.
The kingdom of Harmma was beginning anew.
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