![]() ![]() It was the promise the Tala had made to me and it was a promise she kept. I turned my hand over, tracing the scar that ran down the center of my palm. One looking down from above and one looking up from the deep. A small Aska village nestled on the fjord that was home to Sigr’s people and sent them out when the fighting season came.Īnd that was the way of it. I closed my eyes to remember the old Hylli. The image of bodies floating flashed in my mind, but I pushed it away. I sat out on the bluff that night as the sun went down, my bare feet swinging against the wind that pulled the scent of salt and fish up from the water. If there were any left, whatever god they served had pulled them back into the shadows. We hung their bones from the trees up on the cliffs, but I still dreamed of them in the forest. Not ever again.Īlmost every Herja that had come to the valley was slaughtered in Hylli. ![]() It didn’t scare me like it would have before the winter because there was no fighting season coming. The wound on his leg from battle was slowly healing, but he leaned his weight into a cane that he would likely have for the rest of his days. ![]() ![]() Mýra took my place at home with my father. But they were gone now, their souls in Sólbjǫrg with Evander’s wife who’d died years ago. The black outline still stained the earth where it had burned to the ground. We built our home on the far south side of the village, overlooking the water on a plot of land where a home once stood. ![]()
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