Se connecterI wake up with a start and look around the unfamiliar room. I’m hot, sweaty and breathless. My back where the mystery woman scratched me still burns. Across the darkened room, Magnus lets out a ragged breath, and I understand exactly how he feels.
Sitting up, I look towards the center of the small roundhouse where the fire has died. I try to pull
IslaSomething is wrong.I can’t explain it or even tell anyone why I think that something is wrong. I just know. It is kind of like the same way that you know when it is going to rain. The air feels different. But you can’t really explain how.The dragons usually come to me a few times during the day. Of course, I never see them. I just sense them, sometimes I can hear them. This is something that seems odd, because I have never heard of dragons communicating with people. Not even their own shifters.Yet ever since I started calling them Ragnvaldr and Guðmundur, they have slowly started talking to me. It was not as if they had to learn the language. They speak quite well.When they first started speaking with me, they were not certain that they should. Ragnvaldr even said as much. Guðmundur told him that he was wrong. They needed to speak with me.A tension has been building between them over the last few nights. I feel it even with the men. There is something that cannot reach an ag
MagnusOur camp stretches along a low bluff overlooking the sea with our dragon longships resting in a sheltered inlet with white cliffs to the North. Our ships have been pulled high above the tide line; the high tide stretches in to touch them but cannot. The tall square sails, striped with a faded red and cream with the thunder’s black mark on them, are furled tightly against sturdy masts.Instead of the towering mountains and fjords of home, the landscape is distinctly southern. I can’t complain about the sheep roaming the green hills. My dragon has feasted on them for the last few days. I would willingly give them up if we could head home.Wild grasses and purple heather grow along the dunes between our camp and the beach. Looking at them, I wonder if we should take some back for Isla. Would she like them? Can she do anything with them? Do they have any type of healing properties?Strong oak and ash grow on the backside of the camp providing shelter and protection. I’ve already g
IslaThe men have now been gone for a full cycle of the moon. The dragons come to me every night and take me to my men on that other plane. Between them, I find pleasure that I never knew could be experienced. The last few nights, they have taken turns with me before taking me together.It’s getting harder to keep my face hidden from them. Especially Magnus. Last night, he begged me for a kiss. Gods do I want to give him what he asked for. But I know I can’t.Both men have traced my mark, so I know that they have seen it. If they figure out that I’m the one with the mark, I’m afraid of what will happen to them. Everyone that I have ever cared about and knows about the mark has died. Or have been taken away from me.As I wash and pull on my new blue dress, I notice the bruises on my hip. Last night, Bjorn lost himself as he took me from behind. He was chanting something as he gripped my hips. It was the first time that he had really and truly let himself go.I wrap my thigh because whe
MagnusAfter the morning meal, the attendant, Thessalonica, I think, takes us out to the paddock where the sheep are. We work on the fence until the sun is high in the sky. The attendant returns with skeins of water twice before we are finished making the repairs.Carrying our shirts and the tools that Agnetha and her attendant provided, we head back towards the small cottage. Before leaving the water with us the last time, Thessalonica told us that a midday meal would be ready when we were done. We are all hungry and hoping that it is hearty.“When I said that I needed to come with you,” Sven says, “I was hoping for answers. Not to provide free labor.”“Not exactly how we intended for this to go either.”I scoff at Bjorn’s tone. Nothing about this trip has gone according to our plan or expectations. We intended to come, find the old priestess, get answers, and return to our warriors for some raiding and trading.Yet here we are. Mending fencing and paddocks for an old woman and her y
BjornI wake up with a start and look around the unfamiliar room. I’m hot, sweaty and breathless. My back where the mystery woman scratched me still burns. Across the darkened room, Magnus lets out a ragged breath, and I understand exactly how he feels.Sitting up, I look towards the center of the small roundhouse where the fire has died. I try to pull on the beast to start the fire, but he is not close. Shaking my head, I try again, but there is still no response.“You’ll have to do the fire,” I tell Magnus.“Just…. Do your thing.”“My dragon isn’t responding and I never learned.”“Reg
IslaSummer solstice has now passed, and the days will start to grow shorter. When the weather turns colder, I know that my men will return. As mad as I am with them, I still miss them. And their damned dragons.Dagmara has been here for just over a fortnight and has pointed out everything that I do wrong. There is not a day that goes by that she is not finding a fault in me. Honestly, it’s becoming amusing.Bjorn doesn’t like eggs for breakfast.I should make bread fresh for every meal.The garden takes up too much of my time.Her stepson has the farm running the way he likes it.I need to







