There was a sorcerer on Midgard. Kaia could feel it in her bones.
She couldn't tell exactly where, or who, or even how powerful this particular sorcerer was. She sat in the same spot for days on end, hidden deep within the remote, damp cave and oblivious to the cold stone beneath her. Her black hair had grown lank, her body was caked in a layer of filth, and her bones jutted out, sharp as blades. None of it mattered. There was a sorcerer on Midgard. Kaia would drive herself to exhaustion to trace them.
Her servants slunk about like shadows skirting a flame. Their dried-out skin rustled as they crept around her on all fours, foul breath rattling in their throats—she had long since become accustomed to their stench, their hollow eyes and their rotted teeth. They moved on sticks that had once been powerful, muscled limbs, and she knew exactly how easy it was to snap those sticks in two, listen to the creature howl in agony as what was left of its brain told it to run...
Kaia opened her eyes, feeling her mind return to its rightful place after hours of freedom. She blinked in the flickering amber torchlight, and smiled.
She had not yet located the sorcerer, but she was getting close. Her search had drawn her mind to a place in the Northern part of the realm—an area referred to as Europe.
There was a sorcerer on Midgard, and Kaia was going to do whatever it took to have them.
A/N: I feel like I should put this warning here: in the next couple of chapters there will be strong themes of sexual assault (not rape) and a description of it through a flashback. If this makes you uncomfortable or will trigger you in any way, please do not read it. It's not worth putting yourself though for a fanfic. :) Because of these scenes, the rating may go up next chapter.
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