"If your whole life turns out to be a lie, what will you do then?"
"If everything you knew turns out to be a hoax, what will you do then?"
Graciana Duerre Weasley, twin sister of Ron Weasley, is a troublemaker. Mischievous but a little introvert, bo...
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ORION, THE HUNTER, WAS perched in the velvety sky, the stars twinkling and bright like diamonds. It was the most common constellation that could always be seen in the Northern night sky.
A woman stood near the thick-glass windows, which had been thrown open to let the chilly December air in. Her fiery red hair were braided elegantly from the sides and flowed freely down her back. Her head was crowned with a golden ring studded with small white diamonds. She was dressed in a long green gown with a thick woollen cloak that hung down to her ankles.
Somebody knocked on the door.
"Enter." said the woman, her eyes still staring out at the sky.
It wasn't English in which came out of her mouth; it was Old Norse.
The big iron gates were wrenched open as a male came striding in, wearing a black thick fur cloak and a wand resting on his belt. His hair was braided until the back of his head, and the sides of his head were shaved. He had creases on his face that suggested he was in his forties, and his beard was clipped in a square form with equal lengths.
He stopped at a feet behind her.
"Auðhelga, don't do this." His voice was deep and rough; desperation hidden in his voice. "We can look for other ways."
"You know very well that this is the only way, Eiríkr." she said turning around to face him.
"We can find another way," he said. "You don't have to die for this."
"In this world, there must be a balance," she stated. "The stronger the evil, the greater the good; nevertheless, when evil is defeated, the good dies too, in order to maintain the balance."
"It's utter bullsh — !"
"It's reality," she cut him sharply. "as cruel is it. Glyrna's physical body is destroyed, but her spirit and the dark force she had been channelling live on. She can only be completely destroyed if my own energy is released; she will be defeated permanently, and the portal she opened to the dark world will be shut."
Eiríkr looked like he wanted to protest, but after a few moments of painful struggle he nodded.
"I have another favor to ask you," said Auðhelga, her eyes moving toward the large wooden bed which on the on the other end of the room, draped with net curtains around. A small boy, only a year old, lay on the lavish bed, sleeping.
