I reach up a hand to drop the hood of my cloak. The blond priest flinches back in surprise when our eyes meet. “You’re the one who saved my time, really.” I place a hand on the hilt of my long sword “I remember you, trespasser. We have matters to settle.” Another man steps forward then, more senio
“This is the place?” After a much too heavy breakfast, Zen left to fetch Sparrow and Mr. Rudolf and I made our way to where the Seer is supposed to be. Now here we are, standing infront of a tower. There’s no other way to describe it, with robust stones rising up to at least four stories, and a ca
By now, I’ve opened the door fully, catching a glimpse of a bed in the dark room. From a pile of heavy blankets and pillows, someone rises heavily. Everything in my body is telling me to run away. Under silver waves of long hair, sharp green eyes look back at me. I flinch, and they turn behind me,
Well, no way out of that one. “Zepherin Sigmond.” Hilda pauses in braiding her hair, scowls at me “Let me guess, you came from that stinky old well?” I nod, and she waves me over to sit down by a low table. We sit down and she glares at me until I start telling her the whole thing, the vow includ
I sit right where I am for a long moment, before I force my legs to work. “Thank you for the advice.” I say dryly “But I don’t think I’d have the chance to follow. I’m returning to my world.” She snorts at that “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I don’t turn to look back as I open the door and leave.
I give them my best professional smile. I’m not sure I manage very well in my current state. “Are you traveling to the Capitol?” I ask the woman “Was gonna,” She sniffs, glaring at the younger man “Till somebody made false claims of their horses’ health!” “I have to go there too,” I say, before t
Two days passed slowly. I did my best to sleep the whole way to Fenrir, but I’ve long since lost whatever it is that makes people succumb to sleep. Instead, my hours pass in a whirlwind of thoughts. What could the Church have to do with me now? When it did not care as I traveled across the country
I can almost taste the hostility in the air. These people really do believe priests are men of the Goddess. Moon save this damned Empire. The Bishop’s face hardens “Curses run rampant in Fenrir, tormenting the good people.” “So I’ve heard.” I glance at the veiled balconies, all the people there R