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
She was standing in the woods, her eyes staring into what she could not fathom. It was foggy, and it felt like she was hearing the cries of women in the distance. Thora could not understand what she was listening to but she knew it was calling her closer. She moved towards the sound of the cries, hoping deep down that she was not making a terrible decision. As she moved, she felt a sharp sting in her chest. What was that? Fear? She stifled it immediately, reminding herself that she was a brave young woman."The hearts of the gifted learn to yonder," She heard a deep voice say behind her. She turned to see him and was shocked to see Lord Magnus, standing there, his white linen shining in the dark."Are you ready to yonder, Thora Andersen?" He asked.***Thora jolted from her bed, her breathing accelerated. It was a dream, she sighed. Of course it was. Wiping off the beads of sweat from her face, she stood and moved outside.As she stared at the night sky, all she could think about was
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 sat there, absorbing the revelation like a sponge soaking up water. The weight of Lord Magnus's words hung heavy in the air, and her mind raced with a myriad of thoughts and questions."You mean my dreams are not just figments of my imagination? They are glimpses of another reality?" Thora finally managed to voice her bewildered thoughts.Lord Magnus nodded, his eyes penetrating hers with an intensity that made her feel exposed. "Exactly, Thora. You possess the rare gift of glimpsing into parallel worlds, other realms beyond our own. Your dreams are windows to these alternate realities."As Thora tried to grasp the enormity of her newfound knowledge, Lord Magnus continued, "This ability is a manifestation of the magic bestowed upon you by the gods. It's a rare and potent gift that can be harnessed for great purposes."Thora's mind whirred with questions. "Why me? Why was I chosen for this gift?"Lord Magnus leaned forward, his presence commanding the room. "The gods work in myst
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 obelisk hummed with ancient power as Thora, Hans, and Ethan stood before it, their hearts ablaze with anticipation and wonder. The air crackled with energy, swirling around them like a gentle breeze carrying whispers of long-forgotten wisdom.Thora reached out, her fingertips grazing the smooth surface of the obelisk. A jolt of energy surged through her, sending shivers down her spine. It was as if the very essence of the forest flowed through her veins, connecting her to the secrets hidden within the ancient stones.Hans watched with bated breath, his eyes alight with curiosity and reverence. He could sense the profound significance of this moment, the culmination of their journey through the depths of the forest and the mysteries of the ancients.Ethan stood beside them, his gaze fixed on the shimmering glyphs that adorned the obelisk. His rugged features betrayed a sense of awe and wonder, as if he, too, could feel the weight of the ancient knowledge that lay waiting to be unco
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
As the sun rose over the tranquil valley, casting its golden rays upon the lush landscape, Thora, Hans, and Ethan gathered around a crackling campfire, their weary bodies warmed by its comforting glow. The events of the previous day lingered in the air like wisps of smoke, a reminder of the darkness that had threatened to consume them.Thora stirred the embers with a stick, her thoughts swirling like leaves in the wind. Despite their victory over the shadowy figure, a sense of unease lingered in her heart, a nagging feeling that their journey was far from over.Hans sat beside her, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "We cannot ignore what happened yesterday," he said, his voice grave. "That figure, whatever it was, poses a threat not only to us but to the very balance of the forest."Ethan nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed with concern. "We need to find out who or what that creature was and why it's so determined to keep us from uncovering the secrets of the ancients," he said