This is a continuation of the previous chapter. Please read chapter 1 or this won't make much sense.
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I slept so deeply that night, deeper than I ever thought possible. Suddenly I was falling into a pit, ever feeling farther away from myself. I hit the water hard enough it should have killed me, but it felt more like a bucket of water thrown into my face. Still, it was enough to feel out of breath. I was swimming, trying to stay afloat, coughing for air. A strong hand grabbed me by the hair, and a big hairy arm encircled me. The hand was firmly grasping my breast, but the man was also pulling me up; I felt confused, scared, and grateful all at once.
I'm in a boat but…nobody is here? It was a dark, moonless night; a thick fog surrounded me, and the sea was pitch black. The boat was small enough it could probably only hold a handful of people. The sail was still large and squarish, with the symbol of what looked like two suns on it adjacent to each other. The style reminded me of the kind my Ancestors would use when fishing around the North Sea. A bitterly cold but gentle wind pushed the boat forward.
I moved to the front of the boat to see more. I found two bowls. One had some kind of liquid and something was floating in it. The other held liquid as well…smells like some kind of oil. As I moved my hand to test it, I felt a rope hanging down and it caught fire. A lantern! I could see the other bowl contained water, and a small wooden circle with an elongated rock was floating in it; a compass?
I contemplated the historical inaccuracies of this technology; it must be that I am either
not
in the past, or this isn't real. It must be a dream. Usually at this point I wake up.
Wake up!
Hello?
Nothing. I was still in the dream. I found what looked like a very small well-polished shield by the bowls.
This must be a mirror. To shine a light perhaps?
I held it up next to the lantern, but the light seemed to just diffuse into the fog around me.
What's the secret here? Ah yes! I need to use the concave side.
I turned it around and found that I could focus the light into somewhat of a beam. As I moved it around, the direction of the lodestone changed. It seemed the boat was following the beam of light somehow.
I pointed it in the direction of the stone. The tip started to glow with a bluish hue, and I could hear the sound of waves gently lapping on the shore. The stone got brighter and brighter, and I saw land ahead of me. It was a beach of some kind. The boat washed up to the shore; I supposed I was to look around, so I got out and pulled it up onto the sand. It was surprisingly light for being made of what looked like very solid wood.
I turned around to face a man. An older man, sitting on a large wooden shield next to a fire, staring deeply into it. I approached cautiously…
He raised his face to me and said, "Come Astrid and sit."
"Grandfather!" I exclaimed, excitedly. I felt as giddy as a little girl again, but the weight of the air around me seemed to thicken. I sat down where he beckoned, on a stone next to the fire.
"Daughter, listen." he started. I found the use of the word "Daughter" confusing, as I was not his biological daughter. But I guess he meant in the ancestral sense? "Your mind wanders around like a raging wind. You have been chosen for a great purpose, but you must calm the storm before it destroys all around you."
"Grandfather, what must I do?" I asked. The wind picked up, and became cold.
"All is not as it seems." he said, in that typical foreshadowing voice you'd hear in a movie. It started to rain. "You must learn what was not taught, speak words untold, and know the unknowable."
Thanks for the clarification, Grandfather.
I sarcastically thought to myself, more confused now than ever. The rain turned to hail.
He pulled the shield from under himself and tossed it to me. It knocked me over, and it was sooo heavy! How did he just throw it like a piece of cardboard at me? I managed to pull it up and position myself behind it.
"Just as I gave my shield to you, so also my Hamingja. Hold it close, and it will guide you." I tried to remember, what was a Hamingja? Some kind of ancestral spirit or something.
Just then, a powerful gust of wind whisked him away into the sky. "Grandfather!" I yelled helplessly. I watched as he was carried to a mountain in the distance. Suddenly a face of gleaming yellow light formed on its slopes, and the mouth opened to swallow Grandfather.
"Noooo!" I cried out. As it stood up, it had the form of a great rock golem. It looked at me, and its eyes burned with a great fire.
"Hugr", it said in a deep earth-shaking voice. This was my mind, my conscious self. It started walking towards me, each step shaking the earth to its core. I saw villages destroyed and forests laid flat. I could hear the screams of thousands running for their lives, only to be cut short by the next foot stomp.
It looked down in pity. I knew that it didn't want to hurt anyone; it was just unfocused, unsteady. A third eye appeared, and suddenly hurled itself to me as a meteor. I tried to move out of the way, but fighting the storm took all my strength. It struck me right in the forehead and I screamed in pain as it seared the flesh, broke the bone, and sunk into my skull.
I woke up from my bed drenched in sweat and screaming. My forehead burned and I grabbed at it, trying to knock away whatever it was.
"Gods, what's happening!" my father yelled as everyone was startled awake.
I felt the pressure of a hot poker searing into my forehead, but nothing was there. "Get it off of me!" I screamed. I was crying and flailing about my head trying to find whatever it was. Suddenly a set of big hairy arms encircled me and pinned my arms together. It was Hagen. Instantly I felt an overwhelming sense of calm. Everything faded to black, and the last thing I felt was my head falling back into the pillow.