The Lost Child: God Of War Ragnarok

Meeting The Lady (Ch49)

* I do apologize for publishing this a tad early. My daughter was messing with my phone but now it's good. 😁

Brok met up with Kratos, and worry was written all over his face.

"You look like you have seen a ghost; Brok, is something bothering you?" Mimir asked.

"Hilda helped me with that lever. She left two bloody hand prints behind. I know she can take care of herself and all but her powers; I think they might be killing her. I don't know for sure, and if that is the case, then we can't Sindri about that. He would want her to stay home, and if anything happened to you or us, she would blame herself for it. Once she makes a friend, she would die for them," Brok informed.

"But if it's for her own good-" Mimir paused.

"Her own good? I know that kid like the back of my hand; if there is an answer for why her powers are messing her up, we need to find it. Sindri cried like a baby when where mother died; can't imagine what it would be like if she died," Brok informed.

"We will find an answer to it; we just got to be patient. The norms didn't say anything about it, so maybe we can fix it," Mimir informed.

"Hilda has a death prophecy, as do I," Kratos said, making Mimir sigh.

"A death prophecy? How long does she have?" Brok asked.

"We don't know, but if her powers are messing with her, it might be linked. We just don't know," Mimir informed.

"Well, no use worrying about it now; we have a job. Knowing Hilda, she wouldn't care about the prophecy; she doesn't believe in that stuff. Live each moment like it was your last is what she would say to that," Brok smiled.

They went to the lift after killing some nightmares and started to go up to the top. The wind was howling in their ears as they headed up the mountainside. It was a nice view, and he could see why Hilda was such a free spirit.

"Hold on, I got to grab some sound of the wind for the lady," Brok said as he got out his bag and grabbed some sound.

"I'm sorry; you are grabbing wind?" Mimir asked.

"How?" Kratos asked.

"No, you idjet the sound of the wind. Dwarven magic is all about the intangibles, the relationship between the stuff you can touch and the stuff you can't. It's about understanding," Brok said as he closed the bag.

"Understanding what?" Mimir asked.

"The nature of the thing is more important than the form of the thing," Brok informed as the wind went quiet.

"Hmm," Kratos said.

"Sindri and I were able to teach Hilda some of our magic, but of it, she was just unable to do some things. Crafting things and fixing things, we found out she is very good with or without magic. Don't tell Sindri, but when Hilda started liking us, I taught her how to fight some, maybe a lot. I used to get in all kinds of trouble when I was her age. We made a pact not to let anyone find out about that because we all knew Sindri would find out and have a cow with everything on it," Brok informed.

"Self-taught? Should have known she wasn't self-taught," Mimir informed.

"She taught herself some tricks to get out of sticky situations. She taught herself a little but was fully self-taught, nah. Plus, her mother made sure she could survive without her. Probably the best choice she ever made," Brok informed them as they reached the top.

"Man, I have been waiting to meet the lady since I was knee-high. There isn't a more magical creature in this realm," Brok informed.

The place was so beautiful, and by the look on Brok's face, he wished that Hilda was here with him. Hilda probably never saw the lady or this place and wanted to bring her here. There was a dock and what looked like a giant bell in the center of the lake that was connected to the pier but also connected to a pulley system.