The Young Seer |Vikings|

Chapter Fifteen

Ivar's POV

I sit on my father's throne and I see that familiar silhouette, the figure of a woman. But this time I see blonde hair. I imagine that she is the most beautiful girl in the world.

I glance over to see red hair. I felt my heart stop when I see Hedwig in a white gown covered in blood. Blood spilled from her mouth and her neck was soaked in blood with a rope around her neck. I could see the rope burns. My heart broke at the sight of her.

Her skin was pale and her eyes were glazed over. She had been dead for a long time.

I felt a tear fall from my eye. "Hedwig... no."

"You did this." She replied dryly. I shake my head, I wouldn't kill her.

I blink my eyes and shes hanging from my ceiling. Everyone is acting like she isn't there. I wanted to scream. I watched as a raven picks at her bloody face. Her feet rock back and forth.

"Get her down!" I screamed but no one moved a muscle, like I was invisible.

"Fire in the heart of a wounded man." I heard a stranger say. It came from the figure. "Three paths you can walk, one of death, one of prosperity and one of darkness and filth." The figure morphs into my mother. "Listen-"

I wake up in a pool of sweat. I let out a sigh of relief. None of that is true. Hedwig is alive and well. My friend is alive and well.

Hedwig's POV

The snow was melting and the sun would come out to help brighten Kattegat which also meant spring showers would rain upon us.

But hoped of a good harvest and a battle win kept our spirits up. I watched as spring made everyone more lively.

Our winter clothes shed to our thinner clothes to keep the heat from being too much. But it never was with cold air and the warm sun keeping a nice balance of comfort.

I couldn't fully explain to Ivar what happened during the Yule festival. I had to just be vague. He cannot know.

We were all getting ready to leave for England, training was all the warriors did.

The seer thought my safety was important so he wanted to pay a warrior to guard me, but the Ragnarssons promised that I'd be safe in their care. Even Bjorn guaranteed my safety. I found it surprising, we barely exchanged a few words, but I assumed it was to be in the good graces of the gods and my father.

Ingrid would be joining me on the voyage. A piece of home wasn't fully leaving me. But it meant my work was starting. I didn't know how to guide Ivar. How can I do it without telling him the truth? I needed help from the gods, I couldn't do this all on my own.

I started to pack and plan for my bloody months to come. Idun was getting ready to give birth. She had a few months left and she was very round now. She waddled when she walked and she had constant back pain and discomfort. She couldn't wait to give birth to her son.

I was so glad that it wasn't me who was pregnant. I would have been giving birth to Erik's child if the elixir didn't work. Thank goodness it worked. I cannot be a mother.

I heard the seer enter the hut. I turned to face him. He held his staff and a satchel.

"Did you pick something up at the market?" I asked curiously, eyeing the bag.

"I did, for you." He replied as he sat down at the table to rest his feet.

He peaked my interest. I walked over and stared at him with big eyes. "Can I see?"

He tried to act annoyed with me, but I knew he wasn't. He put the satchel on the table and I heard a clunk of metal.

My eyes grew wild with excitement. He pulled out a beautiful dagger. I smiled big at the sight. He then pulled out a leather holster for the knife.

"You will need to protect yourself." He replied softly. "You are still a girl in many ways. But I suspect you will come back as a woman. Just don't come back pregnant."

I chuckled lightly. "I promise I won't." I grabbed the holster and buckled it around my waist like a belt and put my dagger in it. I couldn't take my smile off my lips. I wrapped my arms around my father, he seemed surprised, but hugged me back. "Thank you, father." I planted a kiss on his cheek before pulling away.

"Don't get all sappy, just go on." He growled. I smiled big at him and flew put of the hut.

I find Ivar at the blacksmith's. I approached him with my hands behind my back so he could see my new accessory. I tried to hide my grin.

He looked up and almost looked down, until he noticed the belt. "You got a weapon?"

"Yes!" I squealed happily. I clapped my hands and jumped up and down. "The seer got it for me. Don't I look tough?"

"No." He replied bluntly. "You look like a naive girl with a knife."

"Well you say that now until I kick your ass with it." I replied fiercely.

He smirked and rolled his eyes. "You can't kill a fly."

"I can to!" I protested.

He sobered up and I feared for his words. "I had a dream that I killed you. You were hanging and covered in blood."

That felt like a blow. "I've seen that too." I admitted.

His eyes grew wide, he wanted me to dismiss it but I couldn't. "Y-you saw it too?"

"I can't be anything but vague, but yes. One of your choices will lead to my death."

"I don't want you dead."

"Than choose wisely." I shrugged.

"How do I know I'm choosing the right one?" He asked curiously.

"If it hurts others, it's the wrong one. Be kind."

He rolled his eyes. "How can I be a great warrior if I'm kind?"

"There's a time and place to be ruthless, Ivar. Battle is one thing, but being at home is another. Want us to respect you? Be kind to us and ruthless to Saxons." My eyes widen. "I said too much. Good day, Ivar."

I was quick go rush away. I hoped the gods won't be angry with me.

It wasn't long when the night was near. An Earl sacrificed himself to the gods.

I stood along the crowd with a painted face. The man eagerly had Lagertha pierce his heart with a long sword, one he gifted her with the night prior.

What he was doing was honorable, he was highly praised by all, including the gods. His blood was put in a large golden bowl. I drank from the bowl as others did as well.

I glanced over to see Ivar looking at me, he quickly looked away and grabbed the bowl to drink from it. I hoped he'd listen to my words. I didn't wish for his death or downfall. I also didn't want to die.

How could he kill a person he considered a friend? Will it be because of that bitch Freydis? Filling his mind with wrongs. I hoped I could stop her. I needed to or Kattegat will experience it's own ragnarok.