Disclaimer: I don't own Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard or any characters from it.
It's been a week now since my little chat with TJ. I feel like I am walking towards an answer that's been right behind me the whole time, watching and waiting, following me whilst laughing at my stupidity.
It just makes me want to hit somebody. I feel like my anger has started to take over and is making decisions for me, which isn't good. The last few days I have been getting so mad that I have challenged someone to a fight to the death every day.
At least I have been winning. People have started to avoid me. I kind of understand, with the way I have been acting, but I can't really help it.
The only person who hasn't been avoiding me is Sam, and I think that's only because most people here still don't trust her. Honestly, if I didn't get to know her before I found out who her father was, I wouldn't trust her either. I have met her dad after all, and I don't trust him at all.
Right now, I'm just walking a lonely road.
It's not that bad, really.
Take right now, for example. I'm just sitting here on a bench enjoying the peace. Have you ever thought, wow, maybe I was born to be a loner, because that's what I'm thinking right now.
Of course, right now I can't concentrate, because I want to hit somebody again. I can feel the rage rushing through my veins, along with a little bit of adrenaline. My body knows what is about to happen, and so do I.
I jump up and run towards the single combat arena, ready for a fight.
When I get there, I burst through the doors, Jack already in my hand. There are about 200 people already there, and I want to kill them all.
"Who wants to fight?" I yell. Most of them raise their hands, so I say, "alright, you people against me."
One of them laughs. He has the nerve to laugh. At me. I threw Jack and that pretty much did it for him.
"Alright, you guys ready?" When all of them nodded I instantly pounced towards two of them.
I was going to do this with Jack in my hand the whole time.
I jabbed at the first one's stomach, but he blocked it. When he did that I spun back the other way, cutting the girl's throat. Jack ended up planted in his head. This was going to take too long. I threw Jack while running to another person. Jack stabbed her in the chest, but I jumped over her, foot planted on her forehead. The guy standing behind her was surprised to find himself dead again when my hand went into his neck, pulling his throat out.
It only took me a few minutes, but they were all dead. When I grabbed Jack, waves of fatigue washed through me.
It wasn't as bad as it usually is, but it was still not something I enjoyed happening.
When I walked out, covered in blood, I ran into somebody. "Sorry, kind of tired from my fight," I said. When I looked up I realized it was Sam. She was looking at the blood covering me, horror in her eyes. "What?" I said. "This happens all of the time around here."
"I know, but it is just weird to see you like this," she replied.
"Oh, I see. So you didn't think I had it in me."
"No, it's not that. It's just that most people don't really get into it this fast. Or at least not people from Midgard."
"Well, we have already seen that I am a special case, haven't we?"
"Yeah. I have to go," she said, rushing away.
Hmm, she seemed worried about something. I shrugged it off, literally, by shrugging my shoulders.
I went to my room to take another nap, but then I was in dream world again, running through a forest. Except this time I concentrated really hard. Yeah, this was no dream. Why did I have four legs, then?
I ran towards a spot where I heard water trickling. I saw a pond up ahead. I stopped in front of it, eyes closed, afraid of what I would see.
Finally I looked down, and opened them. My heart stopped.
This can't be.
It just can't.
Of all things I could be right now, why did I have to be this particular creature?
In this moment, I hated this thing. I hated myself, for being this thing.
It all came rushing back to me. The animal on the world tree, the bite, all of it.
I am a wolf.
No, that's not it. I am too big to be a wolf, and my fur is blonde, like my hair. I was human earlier today, also.
I must be a werewolf.
Somehow, that realization doesn't scare me, even though my reflection did scare me quite a bit. I had become what I fear most. It is both infuriating and amazing at the same time.
I know that I should be scared, terrified even.
But I'm not.
Because now I don't have to be afraid of fire anymore. I am fire. Not literally, of course.
It looks like I'm in Midgard, so I start to run in a direction that I hope will lead me to civilization. After that, I need to get to Boston. I need to get back to Valhalla, so that I can figure this out. I wonder what will happen if anybody finds out about this.
Oden probably already knows, because he knows everything anyway.
If he hasn't come for me yet, then it must not be too big of a deal.
Luckily when I got to the next civilization, it was Salem.
For those of you that don't know, Salem is just north of Boston.
About two hours of running later, because I have become pretty fast, and I have finally made it to the outskirts of Boston.
I went to the World Tree, and finally made it back to Valhalla.
It is around dinner time, so I go to eat. I am very hungry after all of that madness.
I decide not to tell anyone of my recent discovery, but of course, fate won't let that happen.
The Norns appear out of nowhere, mist around them and everything, and they were looking straight at me.
Well, this can't be good.
[A/N: Slight cliffhanger there, but not the best. I'm still pretty new to this writing stuff, but give it a little time. It will get better soon. We still haven't had any big action scenes yet, but I attempted a small one here. If you liked it, or want more, don't hesitate to let me know. Until next time…]