Good morning! I wanted to start this day and this week off with a continuation to a chapter I wrote last week, seen Here . Unfortunately, as I continue progressing on this project, I will only be able to post excerpts, saving full chapters for my Patrons on Patreon. Stay tuned for more flash fictions, excerpts from my Fantasy Project and all around writing fun.
Gryr jolted awake, he was dead, at least he should have been dead. His body lay motionless on the blood soaked earth beneath him, high above him the massive trees showed he was still in the Norvik woods; still in the same spot he was killed. Struggling to move, his body did not listen to his commands, he was paralyzed, pinned to the ground. Flying through the trees, a black raven circled the boy, its eyes peering deep into Gryr.
“Magnificent creatures aren’t they?” A deep voice carried its way to Gryr’s eyes.
“Who…who’s there?” Gryr’s eyes darted trying to find a body to the voice. “Am I dead?”
“Black as night and able to see things no man can see, they make wondrous companions.” The voice ignored Gryr’s question. “With patience, you could even hear them speak. Their hushed whispers reveal secrets and knowledge that could never have been conceived of.” A shadow cast over Gryr.
“I don’t care about ravens, there is a Runewalker that nearly killed me, and I need help.” Gryr’s eyes watered in frustration.
“Well if you don’t care about ravens, then why should they care about you?” The shadow retracted from Gryr as the man walked away. In unison, the raven dove toward the earth out of Gryr’s field of view.
“Wait! I need help; you can’t leave me here to die!”
Silence answered Gryr.
“Damn you! Damn you to hell. I hope that Runewalker tears you piece by piece.”
“You are not the most perceptive boy. It is quite interesting that the Rune chose you.” The voice came back, this time warmer, kinder. “Why don’t you sit up, and maybe I will help you.”
“I can’t get up, are you blind?” As Gryr finished his sentence he felt a rush of sensation fill his body. Every nerve tingled and pulsed to life, he felt pain lance through his body as he sat up in victory. Before him, through his fuzzy eyes, he saw the body to the voice.
“Only in one eye.” The old man standing before Gryr, warmly smiled as he spoke. “I thought you said a Runewalker attacked you? From my knowledge, they don’t tend to leave survivors, especially ones unscathed.”
As the words left the old man’s mouth, Gryr checked himself. Through the tears and holes in his clothing, there were no wounds. Dried blood stained his skin around where a hole should have been.
“What did you do?” Joy crept in Gryr’s words.
“Your question should be what did that do?” The old man pointed his carved staff toward Gryr’s forearm.
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