The Protectors: New Generation Book 1

21- Ancestry - Tallulah POV

Some people come out of their daze while others look for a place to sit. The silence of the room is broken by words flying around the room. I turn to see Mick's mouth moving. Words like "Alskling", "Javlar!", "sotnos", and "I helvete" spill out of her.  I've never heard them before, or at least I don't remember. These words are coming so fast and so clearly.

Panic seizes me. "Grandma!"

Grandma comes running over. "For heaven's sake. What's wrong, Tallulah?"

I point at Mick, and Grandma smiles.

"What's so funny?"

"It's not funny, but it isn't anything to be concerned about. The unlocking ceremony also unlocked memories." A sad smile passes over her face. "Mick is just remembering some of the words her mother must have said or let slip out in front of her. A few of the words are swear words, that is what was amusing. The Westlin family is from Sweden. On the islands, plenty of people still speak the language of their ancestors. I'll take Mick up to my room. Why don't you get Tanner and meet me there?"

Tanner is talking with Hunter, but I grab his arm and pull him to follow behind me, not giving him any explanation. Hunter is mumbling something about me being rude. Unfortunately, at this time, I'm unconcerned about whether I'm being rude or not.

A dazed Mick is sitting on Grandma's bed staring out the window.

After a moment, Grandma speaks. "Sit and I will tell you a little about the Westlin family. My daughter, Trinity, married into the Westlin family. Long before that, Peter Lars Westlin came here with his wife. He was one of the Elementalists who helped create the islands. They met in Sweden, but his wife, Sofia, was arranged to be married to another man. Tension within the family rose, so Peter and Sofia married, and they fled when a group of witches and Elementalists were seeking a safe haven from The Last Persecution."

She pauses, taking a drink of water. "Peter and Sofia had several children, and one of them was your great-grandfather, Lars. Lars was an Elementalist, just like his father. All of the Westlin family has been born with some type of elemental magic. Sadly, his beloved wife, Margaretha, died while giving birth to their only child, Erik. After her death, Lars worked hard to provide a loving but disciplined home on his own - never wanting to marry again. He fashioned three daggers, one for each grandchild, to give them added protection. Each one had stones and crystals within the handles, which were supposed to add healing properties. One of the stones of each handle was also the birthstone of the grandchild, thus delineating whose dagger was who's. Once finished, he took them to the Elders, at the time, and asked for the daggers to be blessed with magical protection. Because of his dedication in creating well-crafted weapons for the People's Army, the Elders granted him his request."

At a pause, I interrupt. "What kind of magic is in the daggers?"

"Wait until you all use the daggers in hand-to-hand combat, and then I can explain what is happening. The daggers will only reveal their magic to a member of the Westlin family. Lars provided his blood for the blessing ritual, this linked the daggers to him and his direct kin."

When I notice Grandma has stopped talking, I look over at her, and she has a large grin on her face.

I walk closer. "Grandma, is something wrong?"

"No, not really. The Daggers of Hamingja have become something of a myth."

Tanner scratches his head. "The Daggers of what?"

Grandma answers, but her smile doesn't fade. "The daggers came to be called the Daggers of Hamingja, based on Norse mythology. The Hamingja was a guardian angel that accompanied a person and decided their luck and happiness. It is said that when this person dies, the Hamingja passes to a beloved family member. People have seen the daggers, but not many have seen what powers they possess."