A life for a life chapter 3
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The moment Alicia stepped into Jessica's home, warm air assaulted her. It was already night time; she had only stopped talking to the chicken when a woman started giving her a strange look. She greeted the woman warmly, giving her a hug. What she noticed that a warm fire was burning in the fire place, a sword hanging on the wall and a copy of 'Tactical guidebook to survival in battle volume 2.' Jessica clearly hadn't grown out of her warrior habits. What she hadn't noticed was that the door that once led to the garden was now changed and repainted so that it would do the job of leading to another room, and the house now had surfaces that looked more smoothly cut.
Alicia sat down next to her on the large rocking chair in front of the fire; both of them being petite, they fit perfectly. "Alicia? I can tell something is wrong, where are the others?" Alicia sat there, looking into the fire, she tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat. She wanted to say something that would explain everything in a sentence so that she wouldn't break down in front of the older woman, but instead, she just said "Silmeria's gone. Rufus is gone." Alicia nearly choked, then Jessica said "It's okay, don't cry," when she saw tears welling in the girl's eyes.
"We can talk about it in the morning," Jessica said softly. "Do you want to stay at the inn or with us?" Jessica ran her hand down Alicia's hair. "I'll stay at the inn, I want to see Zunde." Alicia said, her voice shaking, she had only stopped crying. Although she had only said a few words, she felt better already, Jessica had a motherly presence about her. "No need, he's already here." Jessica smiled. "Zuuunnnde!" she said, her voice slightly quieter than the near silence that enveloped the house. The door opened. There he stood, wearing normal clothing, just like Jessica. No armor, no sword. "Oh." Was all Alicia could mutter. " Hey."
Alicia could not have been more surprised at what she saw. There was a bedroom on the other side of the door. Inside was a huge bed that held the einherjars' sleeping child, a mere slip of a girl who was no more than five. She had beautiful blonde curls which framed her rosy cheeks. Alicia could not tell any more about the girl who was buried snugly under her thick blankets.
Alicia left for the inn, even though she said she would only be there to see Zunde. She knew that if she stayed there, she would burst into tears. The girl looked too much like Silmeria. Many girls in the village look like that, lots of them have wavy blonde hair, rosy cheeks and high cheek bones which made their cheeks look slightly hollow.
She wondered if she would react like that every time she saw a person who looked like one of her companions. She lay down on her bed, letting the bed rise around her, breathing in the smell of fresh washed sheets and the fragrant wood that the inn was built out of. She could not be bothered changing, she slid under the soft covers quietly sang the lullaby Silmeria used to sing to her when she was a child. She felt like crying, but her eyes could not shed any tears. Instead, she relived in her mind some choice moments she had shared with Rufus and Silmeria. She remembered the time Silmeria told her to ask Rufus to go with them to Dipan. She mumbled and stuttered until Silmeria took over. That time when she had found the antique pendant she had pulled off her mother's neck. That time Rufus told her that she no longer needed the ring of Mylinn and she told him that it was now her good luck charm. She remembered the cool touch of metal when he slid it onto her fingers. She remembered when she and her companions made a narrow escape from Freya's wrath.
She remembered the time Silmeria tried to read Leone's mind. Had Leone really been Hrist all along. She hoped so; Hrist had never let her emotions come first, that much Alicia could tell. She sincerely hoped that the goddess had been the one to ask about Silmeria and talk about sisterly love. Alicia had once hated Hrist, but then she realized that Hrist was just doing her duty to Odin and the whole of Asgard, even though she loved her sister Silmeria, she had always been trapped between a rock and a hard place, and she died in that same position too. Hrist had always been trapped between her emotions and her duty, never being able to show affection to her sisters. This saddened her, sure, she had tried to kill Alicia, but ultimately, everyone's hate towards her should never have been directed at her, it should have been directed at Odin, who had torn apart the sisters.
Finally, Alicia's memories followed her into her sleep.
How was it! Is anyone reading this though?
