Fire
I started praying to Odin, Thor, Tyr, Idun, Balder, Vidar and even to Loki.
The witches would find me there and I would welcome them with violence. I heard their footsteps as they surrounded me, and I cleared my mind. I hadn’t yet called on my inner fire to come forth. I wanted them to think that they had an advantage over me.
“Welcome,” I said softly as they closed the circle around me. There were twelve of them and one of me.
“Repent your sins and hand over your gambanteinn, release your power into the realms and we might let you live.” She had the same blue-black hair that Dezrael had. Sabine.
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