RAGNAROK ONLINE FANFIC
TRANSGRESSIONS OF FATE
By: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 07: About Freya...
Five days have passed since the Undead attack on Geffen.
It was midnight. Freya woke up in Geffen's infirmary gasping for breath after a terrible nightmare.
She still couldn't believe that she lost control of herself that day.
She could still hear the voices whispering in her ear when she touched the magic when that skeleton tried to kill her. She couldn't remember anything beyond going out of the Dorm. But she can still remember the voices.
"The Fateless has come, Freya..."
"You must awaken to your destiny..."
"The Fateless has come, Freya..."
"You must awaken to your destiny..."
She clutched her head trying to blot out the voice that kept repeating again and again in her mind. She tried desperately to stop it, but it was as if the voices had a mind of their own.
"Stop it! Please!" Freya cried to herself in the dark, "what do you want from me?!".
Another set of voices started to chime in...
"To awaken the Guardians..."
"To set the price..."
"To set the balance..."
"Freya Storm-Crow... surrender... awaken..."
"NO!" she answered weakly.
She huddled closer under her blankets sobbing, trying to find sleep.
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Kevin and Meshido left the room after observing the girl, Freya, from a shadow-covered doorstep, their boots echoing lightly in the hallway. The question in both their minds was how is it that a girl of her youth and inexperience was able to fight a monster like Degedos.
"So, Meshido, what do you think?" Kevin turned to the Priest trying to find an answer that might at least give weight to his theories. "Shit, man! I cleaved the man in half with my sword, cut off his head with my shield, and I flattened his brain with my hammer!" the Crusader's frustration starting to become evident, "how is it that the son of a bitch is still alive, and without a scratch?!"
Meshido answered his large friend by simply shrugging.
Kevin huffed, "You seem to have a lot in your mind. What's wrong?"
Meshido glanced back at the direction of the room from the balcony that they were on, "It's that girl, Kevin, there seems to be something different about her."
"You know, if you're lusting over girls a third your age, I wouldn't complain. Hell, I would even guard the door while she bends over and you bang her from behind. What do you say?" Kevin gave off a grin suited for a boy in puberty.
Meshido only gave him a blank stare, "You're sick."
Kevin then knocked on the Priest's forehead. For Kevin, it was light, to Meshido, it was proportional to a hammer.
Rubbing his head in pain, Meshido griped back, "And that was for...?"
Kevin just rolled over his eyeballs while saying, "You're the one who's sick Meshido. You've been obsessing about that girl ever since you woke up," he pointed a finger at Meshido, "you've got half of the infirmary's maids turned into her personal bodyguards while the other half is breathing down your neck for trying to corrupt such a 'pure innocent young girl'."
Grimacing as if in pain, Kevin then added, "I'm quoting, mind you, I'm still recovering from that kick." he said while rubbing his crotch.
Served the man right... Kevin always was prone to language that can boil anyone's blood. Apparently, Freya was not bound by the concept of a clean fight.
The Priest just waved it all off.
The one-time Crusader leaned on the railing, "Anyway, enough nonsense, have you told the girl about her Wizard friend yet?"
Meshido and Freya had developed somewhat of a friendship for the past few days. He was still trying to find a way to break the news that Kareel, her cousin and mentor, is dead.
All this time, Freya was still led to believe that Kareel was on a different infirmary. They were rather close; Meshido checked the Academy's records.
He shook his head.
Kevin let out a heavy breath, "Shit... you really should tell her, man. It's not right to keep the truth away from her."
After a moment of silence, Meshido replied, "The truth always finds you, Kevin, whether you like it or not. Kareel is dead; there's nothing neither you nor I can do about that now. Just let her rest her spirits," he gave out an empty smile, "and don't swear."
Kevin just raised an eyebrow.
------------- A few minutes earlier-------------
Freya spotted Kevin and Meshido's shadows from where she was lying. They were probably watching her the whole time. Meshido, she was friendly with. Kevin, on the other hand... she has still to come to grips with the fact that he called her a wench...
When they left, and since she can do nothing about the voices in her head, she quietly followed them to the infirmary's balcony.
Although she was still too far to see them in the dark, Freya was still able to follow their voices.
"Shit man, I... my sword... cut off his head... shield..." it was hard to hear their conversation since the sound of their boots are louder than their voices. They were probably trying to be quiet, not knowing that they could wake half the infirmary.
Walking in the middle of the night in their boots... really!
Suddenly, she lost track of them. Clicking her tongue in vexation, she started to make her way back to the room. That was when she heard Meshido crying out repeatedly in pain.
Sneaking in around a corner, she saw Meshido rubbing his forehead for some reason. Finding a good listening spot, she hid behind the wall to listen in on their conversation.
"Shit... you really should tell her, man. It's not right to keep the truth away from her," she could hear Kevin's deep voice whispering in the darkness.
What does he mean, "the truth"?
Then, she heard Meshido answer back, "The truth always finds you, Kevin, whether you like it or not. Kareel is dead; there's nothing neither you nor I can do about that now. Just let her rest her spirits."
She didn't know what came next, but her knees suddenly gave up on her. She felt her legs slamming painfully to the granite floor the moment she heard Meshido's words.
"...Kareel is dead..."
But that was impossible. Kareel was the best Wizard Geffen has seen in decades. How could anyone or anything kill him?
Freya tried to deny it repeatedly in her head but there was no way out. She knew he was dead. She couldn't do anything else but sob uncontrollably as her tears blurred her vision and made dark spots on the floor.
Then, a hand rested on her shoulder. When she looked at who it was, she was confronted by Meshido's face.
"I am sorry Freya. I didn't want you to find out like this..." Meshido diverted his eyes from her face.
Freya pushed the man against the wall. She was beating his chest while screaming at him.
"WHY DID YOU LET HIM DIE?!" she said in between sobs, "HOW COULD YOU?! YOU'RE A PRIEST! HOW COULD YOU LET HIM DIE?!"
Meshido just held her in his arms as she cried.
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The days went by slowly for Freya after that, but never the less, she was able to regain her old self. Although the pain of losing Kareel was still there, it was bearable.
She also moved back to her old room in the Dorm after the place was finally cleaned up. The voices in her head stayed though, she still didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing.
Freya woke up to a knock from a door. She then heard the familiar sound of paper sliding through stone. Must be the mail.
Placing the letter on her coffee table, Freya decided to read it later.
Slipping out of her nightgown, the one that Elonis sent her, she took a very long hot shower. After covering herself up with a towel, she took out a tin box filled with that strange beverage that he sent her. To tell the truth, the stuff was bitter beyond comprehension, but then, it always did wake her up at the start of the day...
What did he call it again? Ah yes! Coffee!
She never could understand why Elonis was so interested in the exotic and complex, but she liked him that way. It makes him seem a child in some ways – even though he's already twenty years old. He should be married by now.
Smiling of the thought of Elonis actually settling down, she placed the coffee box on the table while she looked for her teacup. Freya could still remember the time before Elonis went with the Merchant Guild's caravan to Alberta...
"Me? Elonis the Great? Settle down? Ha! You wish!" Elonis gave her that wide tight-lipped smile that he was so fond of wearing. "I'll marry when I'm old and toothless in bed with ten beautiful, voluptuous nurses taking care of me."
A few minutes of silence followed before Freya found out that the boy was staring into space and drooling...
"YOU PIG!"
BAM! Freya slammed her brick loaded purse on his head, which in turn brought his face to the ground, leaving an impression on the cobblestone- layered street.
"Those are thoughts not proper for a twelve year old boy. You should learn some manners, Elonis." lifting a finger in the air while nodding sagely [thx to rue for the phrase], she gave him lecture on Geffen's Pillars of Righteousness, at length...
Smiling at the memory, she went looking to the kitchen for her cup.
Taking out her favorite teacup from the tray, it was actually a small mug with a poring painted at the side and the words "I BELONG TO THE BEST MAGE IN GEFFEN!!!" she emptied the contents of the small pack, poured in some honey and milk, and mixed it all with hot water. Giving the drink a quick touch with her lips, she found it too hot. So, she would have to wait a minute or so.
While waiting for the coffee to cool, she eyed the letter on her table. Wondering what it was about, she finally let curiosity best her. She broke the seal with thumb and forefinger and then unfolded the piece of parchment.
What she read there caught her breath.
She has been summoned by the Council to be questioned.
TRANSGRESSIONS OF FATE
By: RAGNAR (that really is my name)
Chapter 07: About Freya...
Five days have passed since the Undead attack on Geffen.
It was midnight. Freya woke up in Geffen's infirmary gasping for breath after a terrible nightmare.
She still couldn't believe that she lost control of herself that day.
She could still hear the voices whispering in her ear when she touched the magic when that skeleton tried to kill her. She couldn't remember anything beyond going out of the Dorm. But she can still remember the voices.
"The Fateless has come, Freya..."
"You must awaken to your destiny..."
"The Fateless has come, Freya..."
"You must awaken to your destiny..."
She clutched her head trying to blot out the voice that kept repeating again and again in her mind. She tried desperately to stop it, but it was as if the voices had a mind of their own.
"Stop it! Please!" Freya cried to herself in the dark, "what do you want from me?!".
Another set of voices started to chime in...
"To awaken the Guardians..."
"To set the price..."
"To set the balance..."
"Freya Storm-Crow... surrender... awaken..."
"NO!" she answered weakly.
She huddled closer under her blankets sobbing, trying to find sleep.
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Kevin and Meshido left the room after observing the girl, Freya, from a shadow-covered doorstep, their boots echoing lightly in the hallway. The question in both their minds was how is it that a girl of her youth and inexperience was able to fight a monster like Degedos.
"So, Meshido, what do you think?" Kevin turned to the Priest trying to find an answer that might at least give weight to his theories. "Shit, man! I cleaved the man in half with my sword, cut off his head with my shield, and I flattened his brain with my hammer!" the Crusader's frustration starting to become evident, "how is it that the son of a bitch is still alive, and without a scratch?!"
Meshido answered his large friend by simply shrugging.
Kevin huffed, "You seem to have a lot in your mind. What's wrong?"
Meshido glanced back at the direction of the room from the balcony that they were on, "It's that girl, Kevin, there seems to be something different about her."
"You know, if you're lusting over girls a third your age, I wouldn't complain. Hell, I would even guard the door while she bends over and you bang her from behind. What do you say?" Kevin gave off a grin suited for a boy in puberty.
Meshido only gave him a blank stare, "You're sick."
Kevin then knocked on the Priest's forehead. For Kevin, it was light, to Meshido, it was proportional to a hammer.
Rubbing his head in pain, Meshido griped back, "And that was for...?"
Kevin just rolled over his eyeballs while saying, "You're the one who's sick Meshido. You've been obsessing about that girl ever since you woke up," he pointed a finger at Meshido, "you've got half of the infirmary's maids turned into her personal bodyguards while the other half is breathing down your neck for trying to corrupt such a 'pure innocent young girl'."
Grimacing as if in pain, Kevin then added, "I'm quoting, mind you, I'm still recovering from that kick." he said while rubbing his crotch.
Served the man right... Kevin always was prone to language that can boil anyone's blood. Apparently, Freya was not bound by the concept of a clean fight.
The Priest just waved it all off.
The one-time Crusader leaned on the railing, "Anyway, enough nonsense, have you told the girl about her Wizard friend yet?"
Meshido and Freya had developed somewhat of a friendship for the past few days. He was still trying to find a way to break the news that Kareel, her cousin and mentor, is dead.
All this time, Freya was still led to believe that Kareel was on a different infirmary. They were rather close; Meshido checked the Academy's records.
He shook his head.
Kevin let out a heavy breath, "Shit... you really should tell her, man. It's not right to keep the truth away from her."
After a moment of silence, Meshido replied, "The truth always finds you, Kevin, whether you like it or not. Kareel is dead; there's nothing neither you nor I can do about that now. Just let her rest her spirits," he gave out an empty smile, "and don't swear."
Kevin just raised an eyebrow.
------------- A few minutes earlier-------------
Freya spotted Kevin and Meshido's shadows from where she was lying. They were probably watching her the whole time. Meshido, she was friendly with. Kevin, on the other hand... she has still to come to grips with the fact that he called her a wench...
When they left, and since she can do nothing about the voices in her head, she quietly followed them to the infirmary's balcony.
Although she was still too far to see them in the dark, Freya was still able to follow their voices.
"Shit man, I... my sword... cut off his head... shield..." it was hard to hear their conversation since the sound of their boots are louder than their voices. They were probably trying to be quiet, not knowing that they could wake half the infirmary.
Walking in the middle of the night in their boots... really!
Suddenly, she lost track of them. Clicking her tongue in vexation, she started to make her way back to the room. That was when she heard Meshido crying out repeatedly in pain.
Sneaking in around a corner, she saw Meshido rubbing his forehead for some reason. Finding a good listening spot, she hid behind the wall to listen in on their conversation.
"Shit... you really should tell her, man. It's not right to keep the truth away from her," she could hear Kevin's deep voice whispering in the darkness.
What does he mean, "the truth"?
Then, she heard Meshido answer back, "The truth always finds you, Kevin, whether you like it or not. Kareel is dead; there's nothing neither you nor I can do about that now. Just let her rest her spirits."
She didn't know what came next, but her knees suddenly gave up on her. She felt her legs slamming painfully to the granite floor the moment she heard Meshido's words.
"...Kareel is dead..."
But that was impossible. Kareel was the best Wizard Geffen has seen in decades. How could anyone or anything kill him?
Freya tried to deny it repeatedly in her head but there was no way out. She knew he was dead. She couldn't do anything else but sob uncontrollably as her tears blurred her vision and made dark spots on the floor.
Then, a hand rested on her shoulder. When she looked at who it was, she was confronted by Meshido's face.
"I am sorry Freya. I didn't want you to find out like this..." Meshido diverted his eyes from her face.
Freya pushed the man against the wall. She was beating his chest while screaming at him.
"WHY DID YOU LET HIM DIE?!" she said in between sobs, "HOW COULD YOU?! YOU'RE A PRIEST! HOW COULD YOU LET HIM DIE?!"
Meshido just held her in his arms as she cried.
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The days went by slowly for Freya after that, but never the less, she was able to regain her old self. Although the pain of losing Kareel was still there, it was bearable.
She also moved back to her old room in the Dorm after the place was finally cleaned up. The voices in her head stayed though, she still didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing.
Freya woke up to a knock from a door. She then heard the familiar sound of paper sliding through stone. Must be the mail.
Placing the letter on her coffee table, Freya decided to read it later.
Slipping out of her nightgown, the one that Elonis sent her, she took a very long hot shower. After covering herself up with a towel, she took out a tin box filled with that strange beverage that he sent her. To tell the truth, the stuff was bitter beyond comprehension, but then, it always did wake her up at the start of the day...
What did he call it again? Ah yes! Coffee!
She never could understand why Elonis was so interested in the exotic and complex, but she liked him that way. It makes him seem a child in some ways – even though he's already twenty years old. He should be married by now.
Smiling of the thought of Elonis actually settling down, she placed the coffee box on the table while she looked for her teacup. Freya could still remember the time before Elonis went with the Merchant Guild's caravan to Alberta...
"Me? Elonis the Great? Settle down? Ha! You wish!" Elonis gave her that wide tight-lipped smile that he was so fond of wearing. "I'll marry when I'm old and toothless in bed with ten beautiful, voluptuous nurses taking care of me."
A few minutes of silence followed before Freya found out that the boy was staring into space and drooling...
"YOU PIG!"
BAM! Freya slammed her brick loaded purse on his head, which in turn brought his face to the ground, leaving an impression on the cobblestone- layered street.
"Those are thoughts not proper for a twelve year old boy. You should learn some manners, Elonis." lifting a finger in the air while nodding sagely [thx to rue for the phrase], she gave him lecture on Geffen's Pillars of Righteousness, at length...
Smiling at the memory, she went looking to the kitchen for her cup.
Taking out her favorite teacup from the tray, it was actually a small mug with a poring painted at the side and the words "I BELONG TO THE BEST MAGE IN GEFFEN!!!" she emptied the contents of the small pack, poured in some honey and milk, and mixed it all with hot water. Giving the drink a quick touch with her lips, she found it too hot. So, she would have to wait a minute or so.
While waiting for the coffee to cool, she eyed the letter on her table. Wondering what it was about, she finally let curiosity best her. She broke the seal with thumb and forefinger and then unfolded the piece of parchment.
What she read there caught her breath.
She has been summoned by the Council to be questioned.