Untamed Chroma

Chapter 11 - Fuzanglong and Gullinbursti

"Such dedication, Völva was right..." Freyr said

"Who is this man...?" Sol asked

"Völva foretold that Freyr was gonna get attacked. Earlier today Sif came to the Jarl and told him a girl and her boyfriend came as... 'tourists' so we figured he was going to attack today" Freyja said

"What brings you over, Sól?" Freyr asked

"I'm off of duty today, came to visit, was gonna come over with Gefjion but she couldn't, theyre coming tomorrow" Sól explained

"Meet me all back in the great hall, Freyja can you go call Frigg? Ask her to come and heal up Loki. Sól, help Loki back to the hall" Freyr asked

"Yes chief" Freyja said as she run off into the village

"What about him?" Sól asked, pointing at the still knocked out Zhurong

"I want the seeress to see him" He said as he bent down and lifted Zhurong, carrying him over his back

"What the- wait hold on you're hurt I'll call someone, what the hel" Sól said

"It's fine, the hall is right there. He's big, bless him. Moves with such grace" Freyr said as he carried him

"You're gonna hurt yourself you idiot!"

"You just worry about Loki there"

"Come on, din dåre" she said as she helped him up

"Don't bully me I was just kicked in the balls" Loki replied

"You deserve it for not listening to Jarl Freyr" Sól said as she helped him up, and they all made their way to the hall.

Hours passed, Zhurong was still passed out. He dreamt of his master, his gang, Dianmu, Lixin, Lei gong and Caishen, and Mazu. He dreamt of... the yin and yang. Two people, a white man, and a black man. They were identical in appearance, same hair, same height, same face. They both danced in a zen garden, each step calculated and each bend premeditated, forming the sand and rocks in the garden with their dance, until they both suddenly stopped, looking at him at the same time, and both gave him a toothy smile

"På order av Asgard, väcka~" he heard a raspy voice say, as he jolted awake, screaming as he breathed heavily. He looked around, seeing the four of them, Loki, his body bandaged, Sól, leaning on the wall with her arms crossed, a bandage on her cheek, frowning. Freyja, sitting by the fire in the middle of the hall as she bandaged Freyr up. The hall was dim, dark, quiet, with just a few candles around. It was way darker out now, no longer dusk, it was later into the night. Right in front of him, Zhurong saw a new person, a black woman. Her head was covered in a dark black scarf. Her lips were covered in black markings, and she had... no eyes. It was just... bandages covering her eyes. Zhurong jerked back as he saw her, confused

"What is going on... where am I? Who are you" he asked

"I had no clue what you were on about when you warned me about him 3 months ago, Hel. But it suddenly all made sense tonight" Freyr asked

"It is is the way of prophecy. Only to be understood when it has happened, and by the time fate has arrived it is too late to change it..." she said as she held a staff

"I said who are you?" Zhurong asked as she reached her staff into the fire, lighting it up. She then reached forward and put a piece of cloth into Zhurongs mouth who tried to resist, but realized his hands and legs were tied up

"Hold still, bråkmakare" she said as she inched the burning tip of the staff closer to his face, as he tried to move away, but eventually she reached over and put the burning staff on his cheek, cauterizing his bleeding face as he started screaming into the cloth. After which, she dropped her staff, and put her hand on his cheek "You are troubled... Zhurong. Your heart is restless" she said, facing him