The Young Seer |Vikings|

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Wolf

Ivar's POV

I walked down the empty street. There wasn't a person in sight. I could walk in this dream which was odd, I wasn't sure if I was myself in this dream.

I could hear ravens in the distance. The sky was cloudy and everything felt gloomy.

I noticed a stream of blood rushing against the bricks. It came in my direction and met my boots. But it was quick to pass by in a hurry.

I walked towards the trail of blood, it led me to a little hut, Hedwig's hut. No. It is happening again.

I open her door and find her on the ground with a wound to her stomach. Blood spills from her mouth and wound.

I laid by her side. I held her close to me. "You're going to be okay." I told her. "Help!"

She cupped my face with her bloody hands. "Freydis..." She said, it was just barely audible. She collapsed before finishing her sentence.

"No, no!" I screamed as I started to wail. "No!" I couldn't stop the tears. "Don't go. You are my only friend."

Freydis's POV

I get out of Ivar's bed slowly. He was twitching in his sleep as he often does.  I tiptoed over to put my dress back on.

I went to the shelf and grabbed the wolf dagger. I had dreams to become queen of a land, what a wonderful thought. Ivar deserves happiness, but not necessarily with the Völva.

Hedwig's POV

I opened up for business again. I kept my door open for customers. I helped some people. I was making up for my two weeks off. I was still sad, but I was able to fight through it.

I had to make money. It was important that I make a living. The hard part is when you don't have anything positive to say, so you be as vague as possible to not crush their spirits. Fates are flexible if you have a chance of a different journey. 

But it felt great to tell someone in a tough position it will all be okay in the end.

"Hedwig, should I grab anything additional on my run to the market?" Ingrid asked curiously.

"Er... no. I think we are fine, only the essentials."

She gave me a grin. "Yes, my lady." She exited with her basket and cloak.

After awhile I grew tired and there wasn't anything interesting happening. I wanted to take a nap. There wasn't much people who needed guidance and that meant I could sew. While I mended one of Ingrid's shoes, I heard a light knock at the door.

"Come in!" I hollered.

I didn't expect Freydis to walk in. I quickly sobered up and set the shoe down.

She gave me a weak smile. "I hoped that you can give me a reading? I have a coin."

"Does your master know you are here?" I asked curiously.

She was silent for a moment. "N-no, ma'am."

"I'm sure he won't mind." I shrugged. I wanted to be kind, but also cautious. If anything, I had a knife. "But it will have to be quick."

"Yes, ma'am." She replied, she sat across from me. "Hands please."

She reluctantly gave me both of her hands.