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Hey, at least I'm not threatening to kill myself. ^^; So, if anyone is reading this, thank you, and review.
"Cheese and crackers what now Iffy?" I murmured sleepily as the ifrit shook me. It had been years since he had taught me and I mastered magic, and invented my own spells.
"There's a knight on a horse outside. He said his name was Odin. He's wearing a cloak and a wide-brimmed hat, spear-in-hand," he told me worriedly. Most people don't pass by the Evil Forest, much less the Ice Cavern (such an original name, ne? I'll shut up).
"Oh, alright. I'm up, I'm up," and I ran outside with Ifrit to meet the man.
"Hello, sir," I said to the large man, "Why have you stopped here? May we help you?"
Odin eyed us, amused. A frail, blue skinned girl accompanied by a giant furry ifrit that was twice her height would be rather funny.
"I'm looking for Asgard, the hall of Valhalla. I wish to return to my wife, Freya. I seem to be lost. . . it's been so long since I've been home," he replied.
"How long?"
"I'm not sure. . . Since the last war between the towns of Lindblum and Alexandria. . ."
I remember that. There were millions of bloody warriors passing by. I helped care for a few and offered some shelter for the tired. I enjoyed the company of other humans. They all called me "Blue Lady of Hope" in their delusion as they awaited death, missing their families. Ifrit helped also, even if he scared the patients, he let his sweet nature shine through and I could tell he enjoyed the company of other males. I would never forget all the blood.
"I'm sorry sir. You're wife will be long dead by now. I assume that you were married around the age of twenty and the war took place around a hundred years ago sir. No human lives longer than seventy nowadays unless they are truly cursed, or blessed by the gods. . ."
"What?" the man said, distraught, "a hundred years?"
"I'm afraid so."
"But. . . I left her for the war when she was forty. . . She's dead? Freya. . . My darling Freya. . ."
"Sir? Would you like to rest here tonight?" I offered.
As Odin's face turned sad and forlorn, he got off his horse and followed us inside. I took the horse from him and led it to the stable Ifrit and I made in our free time for passerbys. Ifrit led Odin to his room, that was near the hot springs close to the top of the cavern. I had made blankets and furnishings for it so it would be considered hospitable.
Later, Ifrit sat near the fire with me. I didn't enjoy the heat, but he seemed to like the warmth.
"Ifrit? What happened to all the other ifrits?" I asked as I stared at the flickering flames.
"I told you. This big red eye thingy appeared in the sky and sucked everything up. Destroyed the whole city. I ran away right as I saw the flickering red lights, so I guess I'm the only one left.
So, what happened to you that made you all angsty? It really can't be healthy to be that cold and sad all the time," Ifrit said.
"I never knew my father. I have no memories of him. My mother never loved me, I could tell. She let me have no physical contact with her and regarded me with a cold eye.
One day she told me to leave. I never knew why. She told me to escape 'them.' Although, when I returned to ask who 'they' are, pieces of the house lay scattered over the site, my mother's body laid there, ripped and beaten. It looked as if the ocean had left it's shores and attacked the house," I replied.
"Oh," he said, turned to look at me and blinked a few times. I laughed at him.
"Where'd you use you to live?"
"Near Esto Gaza, east of the Fire Shrine."
"Ooo! Fire Shrine! You'll have to take me sometime!"
". . ."
"How about we leave tomorrow?"
"What about Odin, Iffy?"
"He can come with!"
". . . Good night Ifrit."
"G'night Shiva."
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Odin was a depressed mess that morning. Ifrit tried to cheer him up, but to no avail.
I don't blame him. Wondering the world looking for your home, only to stumble upon a child who reveals that your wife is dead, since she would be 140 years old.
"Ma'am, what is your name?" Odin asked me as he sat at the kitchen table.
"Shiva, sir."
"Shiva? Well, Shiva, why do you think I've lived for so long? 140 years. . ."
"Well, I have lived for 314 years, and Ifrit is just a tad older than me," I said as I cleaned up the dishes.
"WHAT? But you're just a little girl! You look only ten!" Odin widened his eyes.
"Looks can be deceiving," I whispered back, "Ifrit and I don't know why yet. . ."
Look beneath the skin.
"Oh, and before I forget, he and I are leaving. So unless you want to stay here, which I will not permit without my supervision, I suggest you get ready to leave with us or to go home."
Odin pondered this for a minute, "I think I'll go with you."
"Huh? Why? Don't you want to go home? See your grandchildren?"
"No. They probably all figure me for dead anyway. No use being bombarded with questions about being risen from the dead if my beloved Freya isn't there. I want to find answers, and have friends that will last almost as long as me," Odin said lazily as he swirled imagined patterns in the wood of the table.
"Alright, we leave in two hours," I turned on my heel and left the room to start packing clothes and my few possessions.
Hey, at least I'm not threatening to kill myself. ^^; So, if anyone is reading this, thank you, and review.
"Cheese and crackers what now Iffy?" I murmured sleepily as the ifrit shook me. It had been years since he had taught me and I mastered magic, and invented my own spells.
"There's a knight on a horse outside. He said his name was Odin. He's wearing a cloak and a wide-brimmed hat, spear-in-hand," he told me worriedly. Most people don't pass by the Evil Forest, much less the Ice Cavern (such an original name, ne? I'll shut up).
"Oh, alright. I'm up, I'm up," and I ran outside with Ifrit to meet the man.
"Hello, sir," I said to the large man, "Why have you stopped here? May we help you?"
Odin eyed us, amused. A frail, blue skinned girl accompanied by a giant furry ifrit that was twice her height would be rather funny.
"I'm looking for Asgard, the hall of Valhalla. I wish to return to my wife, Freya. I seem to be lost. . . it's been so long since I've been home," he replied.
"How long?"
"I'm not sure. . . Since the last war between the towns of Lindblum and Alexandria. . ."
I remember that. There were millions of bloody warriors passing by. I helped care for a few and offered some shelter for the tired. I enjoyed the company of other humans. They all called me "Blue Lady of Hope" in their delusion as they awaited death, missing their families. Ifrit helped also, even if he scared the patients, he let his sweet nature shine through and I could tell he enjoyed the company of other males. I would never forget all the blood.
"I'm sorry sir. You're wife will be long dead by now. I assume that you were married around the age of twenty and the war took place around a hundred years ago sir. No human lives longer than seventy nowadays unless they are truly cursed, or blessed by the gods. . ."
"What?" the man said, distraught, "a hundred years?"
"I'm afraid so."
"But. . . I left her for the war when she was forty. . . She's dead? Freya. . . My darling Freya. . ."
"Sir? Would you like to rest here tonight?" I offered.
As Odin's face turned sad and forlorn, he got off his horse and followed us inside. I took the horse from him and led it to the stable Ifrit and I made in our free time for passerbys. Ifrit led Odin to his room, that was near the hot springs close to the top of the cavern. I had made blankets and furnishings for it so it would be considered hospitable.
Later, Ifrit sat near the fire with me. I didn't enjoy the heat, but he seemed to like the warmth.
"Ifrit? What happened to all the other ifrits?" I asked as I stared at the flickering flames.
"I told you. This big red eye thingy appeared in the sky and sucked everything up. Destroyed the whole city. I ran away right as I saw the flickering red lights, so I guess I'm the only one left.
So, what happened to you that made you all angsty? It really can't be healthy to be that cold and sad all the time," Ifrit said.
"I never knew my father. I have no memories of him. My mother never loved me, I could tell. She let me have no physical contact with her and regarded me with a cold eye.
One day she told me to leave. I never knew why. She told me to escape 'them.' Although, when I returned to ask who 'they' are, pieces of the house lay scattered over the site, my mother's body laid there, ripped and beaten. It looked as if the ocean had left it's shores and attacked the house," I replied.
"Oh," he said, turned to look at me and blinked a few times. I laughed at him.
"Where'd you use you to live?"
"Near Esto Gaza, east of the Fire Shrine."
"Ooo! Fire Shrine! You'll have to take me sometime!"
". . ."
"How about we leave tomorrow?"
"What about Odin, Iffy?"
"He can come with!"
". . . Good night Ifrit."
"G'night Shiva."
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Odin was a depressed mess that morning. Ifrit tried to cheer him up, but to no avail.
I don't blame him. Wondering the world looking for your home, only to stumble upon a child who reveals that your wife is dead, since she would be 140 years old.
"Ma'am, what is your name?" Odin asked me as he sat at the kitchen table.
"Shiva, sir."
"Shiva? Well, Shiva, why do you think I've lived for so long? 140 years. . ."
"Well, I have lived for 314 years, and Ifrit is just a tad older than me," I said as I cleaned up the dishes.
"WHAT? But you're just a little girl! You look only ten!" Odin widened his eyes.
"Looks can be deceiving," I whispered back, "Ifrit and I don't know why yet. . ."
Look beneath the skin.
"Oh, and before I forget, he and I are leaving. So unless you want to stay here, which I will not permit without my supervision, I suggest you get ready to leave with us or to go home."
Odin pondered this for a minute, "I think I'll go with you."
"Huh? Why? Don't you want to go home? See your grandchildren?"
"No. They probably all figure me for dead anyway. No use being bombarded with questions about being risen from the dead if my beloved Freya isn't there. I want to find answers, and have friends that will last almost as long as me," Odin said lazily as he swirled imagined patterns in the wood of the table.
"Alright, we leave in two hours," I turned on my heel and left the room to start packing clothes and my few possessions.