When Freya saw the gown, her eyes had immediately welled up, tears beginning to fall down her beautiful cheeks. On seeing her mother's reaction, Thora had rushed and encircled her in her arms. Thora knew that Freya had not expected Thora to make a gown this beautiful for her as a birthday present.But then, Thora always had a way of surprising people. Thora's friends, Alyssa, Naomi and Joffrey were present, and they fawned in adoration, their eyes not betraying how they felt."Happy birthday, Mother," Thora whispered.Thora and Alyssa had spent the past few days planning a birthday feast for Freya. However, Thora knew it wasn't going to be a feast per se because in the end, it was only going to be Thora and her friends that would be in attendance. Freya did not have many friends in The Central Clan. The clansmen and women always claimed that she questioned the gods, rather than just submit. Of course, Freya was not one to accept anything just the benevolence of the gods, even if she b

When Thora walked into Lord Magnus's temple, her breath seized for a slight moment. She had never been to the Chief's palace but from the stories she had heard, the palace of the Chief was a magnificent site to behold. But as she walked into Lord Magnus's temple, she wondered if the temple did not surpass the palace a million times.It was all beautiful.As she walked, she could see men and women dressed in white, moving around with materials she would later identify as incense. As she walked, unsure of where to go next, she realized to her disdain that these men and women would pay her no heed. Nevertheless, she forged ahead, hoping she would be able to find Lord Magnus's chamber.Soon enough, she found herself in what she considered to the most luxurious hallway she had ever seen. As she trod carefully, she smiled because she was so connected to this luxury. She noticed that no servants(she would later learn that Magnus called them his scribes) walked here. The quiet was something s

Thora and Hans, deep in the heart of the temple, pored over the ancient scrolls, their eyes alight with curiosity and determination. The dim candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the worn parchment as they deciphered the prophecies that foretold the fate of Forseti."This passage speaks of a guardian, bound to the heart of the forest," Thora murmured, her voice filled with wonder.Hans nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "It mentions a footprint, left as a mark of its presence. Could it be connected to the visions you've been having?"Thora traced the faded symbols with her fingertips, a sense of urgency stirring within her. "I believe so. These prophecies hold the key to understanding the threads of destiny that bind us to the forest and its secrets."Just then, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and Ethan strode into the chamber, his rugged frame silhouetted against the golden light streaming in from the corridor."Thora, Hans, I've been tracking a peculiar dist

The sun rose over the tranquil valley, casting a warm glow upon the lush landscape as Thora, Hans, and Ethan emerged from the depths of the forest, their spirits buoyed by the triumph of their victory. The air was crisp with the promise of a new day, and the sounds of birdsong filled the air, a symphony of nature's beauty.As they walked along the winding path that led back to the heart of the village, Thora couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of her mind. The encounter with the shadowy figure had left a lingering sense of foreboding, as if a storm loomed on the horizon, waiting to unleash its fury.Hans glanced at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright, Thora?" he asked, his voice soft with understanding.Thora forced a smile, though her heart still felt heavy with worry. "I'm fine, Hans," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's just...I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right."Ethan nodded in agreement, his gaze scann

Ethan wakes from his sleep on the outskirts of a high castle, having slept so deeply that his mind wanders to lands unknown. He turns behind, surprised to find the fireplace still smoking, the tendrils rising towards the sky, twisting and turning as they ascend and disappear into the dark sky.He clears his eyes, blinking several times to fully wake from the surprise, then looks around, realizing he is in a strange land. "Where should this be?" he asks himself, his voice hushed and silent. "He was sleeping next to me when I laid to take a rest," he continues, his voice firmer now. "What was it, all a dream of me roaming around?" His face shows a cascade of surprise and worry.He staggers to get up from where he was lying down, but his eyes seem even more dim. He blinks several times, then looks straight into the distance, his eyelids following its continuance. They were strides, giant strides that seemed like those of giants, which had walked past him as he slept.He quickly turns arou