Grettir's Pool Novels & Stories

After realizing she was lost, she took out a map— but just as she turned westward, she spotted a small pool ahead. The pool lay exposed under the sunlight, encircled by stones, with a spring bubbling gently at its center. “This is… Mímir’s Well.” Frigg stared at the map. “My maternal instincts are kicking in again,” one of the girls murmured. “Mine too.” Hearing them, Frigg shifted her gaze toward the pool. There, sitting beside Mímir’s Well, was a small red-haired boy.

He called over his shoulder, "Perhaps you would find a single sip refreshing. It tastes sweet to most." Niamh frowned, "What did he mean by that?" Lorcan leaned close to her ear, "Let's find out." Holding hands, Lorcan and Niamh made their way to the pool where Lord Tigherneach bathed. The pool looked exactly like Eithne described it, smooth, yet intricately carved stones ran along the pool's edge, the color of the sky before a storm. The water shimmered as it moved by some unseen current, gold and rose sparkles appearing on each ripple.

LILIANA Through the narrow gap I’d cursed earlier for forcing me to crawl like a snake, I saw something that made my breath hitch. Not the aurora. Not a night sky painted by God. Something more magical than that. A pool. A natural hot spring hidden among giant boulders. Steam rose like dawn fog, caressing the water’s surface with a teasing touch. Around it, green moss hung down, and granite stones formed a natural enclosure, as if God Himself had hidden this place from the world.

The walls were adorned with murals depicting scenes of healing and transformation, and the soft glow of mystical symbols danced in the air. In the heart of the temple, they discovered a sacred pool, its waters shimmering with an ethereal light. It was said that those who bathed in these waters would be granted visions of their true purpose and the means to fulfill it. This was the next step in their journey to unlock the amulet's full potential. Elira approached the pool first, her reflection dancing on the surface. With a sense of reverence, she slowly dipped her fingers into the water. As the ripples spread, the pool responded to her touch, emanating a soft, soothing energy.

He said it felt like chains inside him, choking every breath. I listened to him and my stomach kept twisting. I wanted to reach for them, but my hands were frozen in my lap. Gretta listened without interrupting then she lifted the bowl. The water swirled, the blood spreading like veins. She closed her eyes and whispered words I didn’t understand. When she was done, the air grew heavy and the floor trembled under us. In a twinkle of an eye, the water turned black. I gasped out and Gretta opened her eyes.

He immediately turned around and looked at the pool. As soon as it was affected by the thunder, the ground around the pool was full of tiny cracks. However, the pool was obviously not made of ordinary stones. The thick water inside was not made of ordinary materials, so it was not affected. It was almost the same as what Caspian had seen before. At this moment, Caspian was close to the pool. It seemed that without the Thunder Sword, he could completely focus on the pool. At this moment, Caspian felt the chill brought by the pool became clearer.

Gretel opened her eyes, blinking her eyelids rapidly to brush away all of the water that had gathered over them, wiping them away with one brought up hand, trying to clear away her vision, before trying to push herself up. "Do not exert yourself. Wait for the serum's effect to fade away on their own." And just like that, there was no more snow around Gretel. Just a man in a grey suit stood in front of her bed, wearing a black helmet and gloves. Gretel was in Sýnnefa. shit

he asked quietly as we walked side by side down the hallway toward the back of the residence. "Not really," I admitted honestly. "But I don't have any other choice." Barry glanced at me as if he wanted to say something, but he chose to remain silent instead. We continued walking in awkward silence, the sound of our footsteps echoing through the long corridor. The ritual pool was located in the garden behind the residence, surrounded by a tall stone wall carved with ancient symbols. The water was unnaturally calm, shimmering with a strange silvery hue that reflected the morning sunlight in an almost supernatural way.