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Modification| Silence….nothing but silence…..as it has been for centuries. What was the sound of their voices again?—Heh…why should I care. Time was at a standstill. Nothing here changed. It had been perhaps three-hundred and ninety-five years since the last intruder emerged and even then they were nothing compared to her fangs and claws. Now she laid, still as stone while the earth slowly encrusted her black fur, the red streaks glowed softly and subtly underneath. Specks of crystals entangled in her coat, glinting like diamonds in the climbing sun, and the rise and fall of her chest made them catch the light in every angle. ”ᚺᛖᛚᛚᛟ × ᛗᛁᛞᚷᚨᚱᛞ ᚲᛟᛗ——ᛊ——ᛊᚺ——ᚲᛟᛗᛖᛊ—— /Com——s——Sh——comes——” The gargantuan wolf twitched her ear as if the sound of that voice made her jitter. ”ᛊᚺᛖ—-ᚲᛟᛗᛖᛊ—-/She—-comes—-” This time it was more clearer than before, both eyes snapped open as the beast labored to hear anymore words. Straining her ears as she focused. Dust of the old earth kicked off her moving head, showering the ground beneath her with dirt and a cloud erupted when she shook off her coated fur. Those whispers brought her back to life. Her ceaseless rest had finally halted for a moment. She rose her body rather slowly, taking care to stretch out all her limbs and arch her back before looking over to the large arching gateway erected just behind her. An arc made purely of stone, wrapped around by old vines of flowers certainly lost to time. Markings were etched in the framed, much like the old runes the pervaded those of now. While intricate images of the Yggdrasil tree and its realms carved on the surface. To an interloper, it looked like a door to nowhere, and truly, there were not wrong. As it took a particular magic to bring it back to life and root it in its purpose. And it took that same kind of magic to stir the wolf who guards it. But the whispers of the earth is her guide, and she will see to it that it sings again. ─── ─── ─── ─── ───∘°❉°∘ ─── ─── ─── ─── ─── The corvids proceeded her as they often do. Gliding from up above as they lead their master. It was on the witch’s behest but now it became Lumikki’s quest. First things first, they needed to travel deeper into the Wilds, past the burley roots and down to the lower crags. In the witch’s recant of old stories, something stayed there that was long forgotten. Lumikki walked the path they marked for her, with bare steps both soft and soundless as they hit the ground. Her only company besides her birds were her two sisters, that followed in tandem within her shadows, one white, one black— Hlaðguðr and Svanvartr. Her dress was white, held together at the sides with crossing leather cords. A white cape cloaked their shoulders, with feathery edges, a gift from her beloved mother. Her hair was tied back in two long braids. The slight breeze carried her candid humming while her ravens mimicked the tunes and the crows sang in caws. For the moment, all was peaceful. The day had been sublime since the moment of her waking, from the breakfast she enjoyed and the potions and runic stones she was given to see through her goal. ”—Huh,” there was a rumble at her feet, as if the ground shook but she did not know why. The Demoness was not one to scare easily, but still she was taken by surprise.”Wolf, wolf, wolf!” Her crows chimed, letting her know just what came their way. ”One, and it’s quite large. The beast is headed for you my Revna!” Her ravens would clarify, it was just enough that Lumikki needed to hear to prepare but it was far from satisfying her curiosity ”Which direction!” Lumikki uttered, even her sisters would peel from the ground as a precaution. Their palms were up and ready should they need to cast quick spells. It was then that she could finally see the dust cloud rising in the distance, with a pace that felt alarming as it did incredible. A smirk played at the Demoness’ lips as she awaited more news. For now, she’d have to stand in place and handle her visitor as they came. The ripping sound of a howl erupted from the distance, its tune both melancholy but fierce. Their song greeted them long before the thumps of pounding paws on the stone, but Lumikki awaited gladly, wondering if this was the guardian she sought, or a battled to be had along the way. ─── ─── ─── ─── ───∘°❉°∘ ─── ─── ─── ─── ─── ”ᚠᛁ—-ᛖᚱ——ᛏ—-ᛟᚾᛖ——ᚹᛁ——-ᚹᛁᛜᛊ/fi—-er——t—-one——wi——-wings.” The fractured voice of the Jörð muttered. ”ᛊᛈᛖᚲ ᚲᛚᛖᚱᛚᛁ!/Speak clearly!” retorted the wolf through gritted teeth, her ire was growing as she chased the source of the vibrations with her senses, feeling the tremors as steps walked along the ground. ”ᛞᛁᛞ ᛁᛟᚢ ᛊᛏᛟᛈ ᛊᛈᛖᚲᛁᛜ ᚨᛚᛚ ᚦᛖᛊᛖ ᛁᛖᚱᛊ ᛒᛖᚲᚨᚢᛊᛖ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚠᛟᚱᚷᛟᛏ ᚺᛟᚹ?!/Did you stop speaking all these years because you forgot how?!” She growled, a thick mist left her snout as her hot breath poured out her muzzle, and her heart pound harder than her paws on the ground. She felt the excitement bubbling within her, the adrenaline rushing through her veins. Not only is Jörð speaking, their voice vibrating through her flesh, fur, and bone; but purpose was approaching her domain. An intruder was coming to spark the thrill of battle.  ”ᛁᛟᚢ’ᚢᛖ ᛟᚢᛖᚱᛊᛏᛖᛈᛈᛖᛞ ᛟᚢᛏᛊᛁᛞᛖᚱ!/You’ve overstepped outsider!” The wolf roared, her thundering voice broke through the air like a booming ripple before twisting into a war cry. ” ᛒᛚᛟᛟᛞ ᛗᛖᛖᛏ ᚦᛖ ᛖᚱᚦ!/Blood meet the earth!” There was much gusto in her expression, it was clear that she closed herself to anything but a battled now. Lumikki braced herself, with reckless abandon, she was open to the clash charging for her; but more than anything, she was fascinated by the beast before her. A raven adores their wolves and Lumikki was no different. Often showing her soft side and mercy to such beings and so she’d fight half-heartedly in hopes to tire the creature out. Give the gargantuan wolf a battle she could enjoy but not slight their honor. It was a fun line to tote and the Demoness was enjoying that. Her sisters however were not so laidback to the idea. Rather, they bid their time and waited for moments to strike. Battle warn and Valkyries of an older era, they feared opponents very rarely, even when they’d met their end, but now they lived for and through her. As such, they could not play so amusingly into the raven’s qualms or the giantess’ approach without plan and technique to exude. Still, they could fell their anchor’s desire, and so Hlaðguðr and Svanvartr took care to plan action that would not heavily harm the beast at hand. ─── ─── ─── ─── ───∘°❉°∘ ─── ─── ─── ─── ─── ”ᛁᛟᚢ ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ ᛒᛁᚱᛞ! ᛚᚨᛁ ᛞᛟᚹᚾ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛞᛁᛁᛁᛁᛖ!/You little bird! Lay down and diiiie!” The words ripped past her teeth and fangs, gnawing through her frustrations and fury. Of course this lied only on the surface, every muscle of her body was thrilled. The two were in a dance, both trading blows of elemental devastation. Crashing into the earth with metal and darkened frost. Shards of slate flecked around, shattering each and every direction, while the songs of the Jörð flooded in the background like a cacophony of voices merging into one, reverberating in the wolf’s bones for far longer than she ever noticed. To her, it only served to deepen the intensity of the moment, to feed her fervor in the fight. And she felt aliiiive. ” ᛏᛖᛚᛚ ᛗᛖ ᛒᛖᚺᛖᛗᛟᚦ, ᛁᛊ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᚦᛖ ᚹᛁᚾᛞ ᛏᛖᛚᛚᛊ ᛁᛖ/Tell me behemoth, is that what the wind tells ye?” Lumikki retorted, she was flying just above wolf’s head and slamming a frost talon onto it’s neck. Trying to shove her down to the dirt, only to be thwarted by an iron spear that manifested in a short moment. It cut through the air just between them, making the mage drop her focus. ”ᚹᛁᚾᛞ?/Wind?!” retorted the wolf, absolutely confused. It halted her just enough to notice the chorus that played within her ears, stunning her further just enough for Lumikki to press on. ”ᚹᛖᛚᛚ ᚨᚱᛖᚾ’ᛏ ᛁᛖ ᚦᛖ ᚹᛁᚾᛞ ᚷᚢᚨᚱᛞᛟᚾ? ᛏᚺᛖ ᚹᛁᛏᚲᚺᛖᛊ ᛈᛟᛁᚾᛏᛖᛞ ᛗᛖ ᚦᛁᛊ ᚹᚨᛁ ᚠᛟᚱ ᚨ ᚱᛖᛊᛟᚾ, ᛞᛁᛞ ᚦᛖᛁ ᚾᛟᛏ?/Well aren’t ye the wind guardian? The witches pointed me this way for a reason, did they not?” ”ᚺᚢᚺ?!/Huh?!” the wolf growled, while the song only got louder. ”The Harbinger has came, to wake us up again.” The wolf crumpled at the thought, though her fangs still gnashed at her intruder. It took some time to sort the words that Jörð blared within her bones but she did not ease her guard. The terra formed like jagged teeth around her hulking frame, but the Demoness showed no fear as she landed just before the beast. ”ᛗᛁ ᛗᛁᛊᛏᚨᚲᛖ, ᛁᛟᚢᚱ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᛃᛟᚱᚦ, ᛁᛖᛊ? ᛗᛁ ᛈᚨ’ᛊ ᛏᛟᛚᛞ ᛗᛖ ᛊᛏᛟᚱᛁᛖᛊ ᚨᛒᛟᚢᛏ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚹᚺᛖᚾ ᛁ ᚹᚨᛊ ᚨ ᚹᛖᛖ ᛚᚨᛊᛊ, ᛊᛖᛖ./My mistake, your of the Jörð, yes? My Pa’s told me stories about you when I was a wee lass, see. Lumikki took a step forward, head tilted like an amused child, the contrast of tension was massive between the two. While the wolf the flickered through attack and defensive stances, Lumikki approached with a calm certainty. ” ᛊᛖᛚ ᛁᛟᚢᚱ ᛒᛖᚲ, ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ ᛒᛁᚱᛞ. ᛁ’ᛚᛚ ᚺᚨᚢᛖ ᛁᛟᚢ ᛊᚲᚱᚨᛗᛒᛚᛖᛞ ᛒᛖᚾᛖᚦ ᛗᛁ ᛈᚨᚹᛊ!/Seal your beak, little bird. I’ll have you scrambled beneath my paws!”. The wolf snarled, her maw even chomping as she spoke, snapping at Lumikki with gnashing teeth. ” ᛏᚺᛖ ᛞᚹᚨᚱᚢᛖᛊ ᛟᚠ ᛗᛁ ᚲᛚᚨᚾ ᛗᛖᚾᛏᛟᚾᛖᛞ ᚦᛖ ᛒᛖᚺᛖᛗᛟᚦᛊ ᛟᚠ ᛖᚱᚦ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚹᚨᛚᚲᛖᛞ ᛒᚨᚲᚲ ᚦᛖᚾ ᛒᚢᛏ ᛁ ᚦᛟᚢᚷᚺᛏ ᚦᛖᛗ ᛟᛚᛞ ᛊᛏᛟᚱᛁᛖᛊ. ᛊᚨᚢᛖ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛗᛁ ᚠᚨᚦᛖᚱ, ᚹᚺᛟ ᛊᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᛊᛈᛖᚲᛊ ᛏᛟ ᚦᛖ ᛊᛏᛟᚾᛖᛊ./The Dwarves of my clan mentioned the behemoths of earth that walked back then but I thought them old stories. Save for my father, who still speaks to the stones.” ”ᛏᚺᛖ ᛞᚹᚨᚱᚢᛖᛊ ᛊᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᛚᛁᚢᛖ, ᛞᛟ ᚦᛖᛁ? ᛒᚢᛏ ᛁ ᛞᛟᚢᛒᛏ ᚦᛖᛁ ᚺᛖᚱ ᚦᛖ ᛊᛟᛜᛊ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᛃᛟᚱᚦ. ᚨᛏ ᛗᛟᛊᛏ ᚦᛖᛁ ᚹᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᚺᛖᚱ ᚦᛖᛁᚱ ᚺᚢᛗᛊ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᛖᚢᛖᚾ ᚦᛖᚾ, ᛁᛏ’ᛊ ᚠᚨᚱ ᚱᛖᛗᛟᚢᛖᛞ ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᚦᛖᛁᚱ ᚱᛖᛚ ᛗᛖᛚᛟᛞᛁ….ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛖᛚᛊᛖ ᛞᛁᛞ ᚦᛖᛁ ᛏᛖᛚᛚ ᛁᛟᚢ ᛒᛁᚱᛞ?/The Dwarves still live, do they? But I doubt they hear the songs of the Jörð. At most they would hear their hums, and even then, it’s far removed from their real melody….What else did they tell you lil’ bird?” It was as if Lumikki’s comments took the wolf entirely out of her bloodlust. With tail twitching, the curious being was far more keen to connect to another touched by the earth, even if it was rather indirectly. Even the intensity of the red tuffs of fur diminished with the shift of her mood, as did the shine of her eyes. With head lowered and ears turned the woman’s way, to catch the stray stories the mage could say, she settled into a calm disposition. Lumikki, bemused, matched her company’s comfort, falling back just as the interlocking frost wove into a seat, while sitting on soft snow like a cushion. Crossing over her legs, Lumikki leaned onto her left side, mulling over the myriad of stories until finally one came to mind. ”ᛟᛁ, ᛈᛖᚱᚺᚨᛈᛊ ᛁᛟᚢ’ᛚᛚ ᛚᛁᚲᛖ ᚦᛁᛊ ᛟᚾᛖ ᚦᛖᚾ. ᛗᛁ ᚠᚨᚦᛖᚱ ᛏᛟᛚᛞ ᛗᛖ ᚦᛁᛊ ᛟᚾᛖ ᚨᛒᛟᚢᛏ ᛗᛁ ᚺᛟᛗᛖ ᛁᚾ ᚠᛃᚨᛚᛚᚷᚨᚱᛞ./Oy, perhaps you’ll like this one then. My father told me this one about my home in Fjallgard.” She sat up in an instant, her excitement quite palpable as she waved her hands before her while getting ready to begin. Before she uttered the words of the tale, an illusion of two Dwarven brothers appeared between her palms, their brows furrowed and hammers raised. The wolf rested her head upon the ground to get a closer look, a slight but happy whimper echoed through her throat and vibrated the earth beneath Lumikki’s feet. She was not aware the mage had such a spell, but it only enticed her further for the story ahead. ” ᛏᚺᛖᚱᛖ ᚹᛖᚱᛖ ᛟᚾᚲᛖ ᛏᚹᛟ ᛒᚱᛟᚦᛖᚱᛊ ᛒᛁ ᚦᛖ ᚾᚨᛗᛖᛊ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᚨᚱᚷᚱᛁᛗ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛒᛟᚱᛞᚱᛁᛗ…/There were once two brothers by the names of Thargrim and Bordrim. They were master stonemasons who would create wondrous structures and halls that would rival even that of the largest known cities.” On cue, marvelous cities and structures erected—like trees rising from the ground, towering Dwarven architecture rose in the scene. Blocking Lumikki behind their grandeur and opulence as the stage unfolded. ”But the two would often bicker about the other building too close to their own work.” The images of the brothers showed them butting heads, with redden faces and disgruntled expressions as the two fell into heated debates. All until they turned around, never to face the other once more. ”So one day they decided to build in opposite directions, all in hopes to never overstep into the other's work again—Eventually!….They would build so much and so far however, that—well, they ended up meeting one another all the same…which only lead to them bickering much like before—Dwarves change as much as a mountain ya see, slow, steady, and hardly at all.” Lumikki chuckled at their silliness and simplicity, animating the two bother’s with vigor and fury as they’ve met. Both surrounded by their beloved creations that now almost interlocked. ”They couldn't build any further away from one other sadly, since there was no more space within the depths beneath the earth to build—but neither of them dared to go to the surface either. They were Dhain dwarves ya see, and directly crafted by Dhurain himself! So instead of giving into the other's demand of forfeiting their space, Thargrim dug downwards to the place called Baraz-Narak—the Red Flame Depths, where there was nothing but a vast sea of magma. He’d create tunnels that allowed the magma from the lower realm to pour in, and in turn would create more land for the entire world. As for Bordrim, he went up instead, but before going to the surface, he would move the earth beneath it, pushing it upwards so more space could be made as well, which in turn created the mountains and hills of the world. They even say to this day, both brothers are still working on expanding the land, that in their pursuit, we’d even feel the earth quake.” The final illusion was the most intricate of them all, depicting the two brothers on their two directions and paths. While one ushered the magma from below, lighting up the scene with a burning red that pushed and pulled the earth below like water on the shore. Meanwhile the other bother heaved the earth and soil from above, opening the caverns of their chambers and creating space the enclose the towering Dwarven structures one could see even today within the Fjallgard mountain. And Lumikki would show the marvels of her home in the final scenes before her story was done. ”ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᚨ ᚠᛟᛟᛚᛁᛊᚺ ᛊᛏᛟᚱᛁ/What a foolish story,” the wolf bellowed. Though she said that, her wagging tail was clear to see. ”ᛏᛟ ᚦᛁᚾᚲ ᚦᚨᛏ’ᛊ ᚺᛟᚹ ᚦᛖᛁ ᛏᛖᛚᛚ ᛁᛏ, ᛒᚢᛏ ᛁ ᚹᚨᛊ ᚦᛖᚱᛖ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛁᛏ ᚹᚨᛊ ᚾᛟᚦᛁᛜ ᛚᛁᚲᛖ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚨᛏ ᚨᛚᛚ./To think that’s how they tell it, but I was there and it was nothing like that at all.” Her tone was calm and placated, there was no yearning to be right in her voice. Only to hint at her story and knowledge of things older than most in this world. ”ᛒᚢᛏ ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᚦᛖ ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ ᛁ ᚱᛖᛗᛖᛗᛒᛖᚱ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖᛗ, ᛁ ᚱᛖᛚᛚᛁ ᛖᚾᛃᛟᛁᛖᛞ ᚦᛖ ᛞᚹᚨᚱᚢᛖᚾ ᚲᛁᚾᛞ. ᛏᚺᛖᛁ ᚺᛖᛚᛞ ᛟᚾᛏᛟ ᚦᛖ ᚺᛟᚾᛟᚱ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚷᛚᛟᚱᛁ ᚦᚨᛏ ᛗᚨᚾᛁ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᚺᚢᛗᚨᚾᛊ ᚲᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᚾᛟᛏ. ᛁᚾ ᚦᛖ ᚲᚺᛟᛁᚲᛖ ᛏᛟ ᛚᛖᚢᛖ ᚦᛁᛊ ᚱᛖᛚᛗ, ᛗᚨᚾᛁ ᛃᛟᛏᚢᚾᚾ ᚹᛖᚱᛖ ᛊᚨᛞ ᛏᛟ ᛈᚨᚱᛏ ᚹᛁᚦ ᚦᛖᛁᚱ ᛚᛟᛜ ᛗᚨᛞᛖ ᚠᚱᛁᛖᚾᛞᛊ. ᛁᛖᛊ, ᛁᛏ ᚹᚨᛊ ᚨ ᛞᛖᚲᛁᛊᛟᚾ ᚦᚨᛏ ᛞᛁᛞ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚲᛟᛗᛖ ᛖᛊᛁ./But from the little I remember of them, I really enjoyed the Dwarven kind. They held onto the honor and glory that many of the humans could not. In the choice to leave this realm, many Jötnar were sad to part with their long made friends. Yes, it was a decision that did not come easy.” The pain slipped through as she spoke, the wounds of the past were not healed. Even in the uttered word, ”humans, one could feel the disdain she’s felt. ”ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᚨᚱᛖ ᛁᛟᚢ ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ ᛒᛁᚱᛞ….ᛁᛟᚢ ᛊᛗᛖᛚᛚ ᚾᛟᚦᛁᛜ ᛚᛁᚲᛖ ᚦᛖᛗ, ᛒᚢᛏ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚺᛟᛚᛞ ᚨ ᚠᚨᛗᛁᛚᛟᚱ ᛊᚲᛖᚾᛏ./What are you little bird….you smell nothing like them, but you hold a familiar scent.” The wolf pressed her snout close to the sitting Demoness, with a muzzle that eclipsed the mage by sheer size, it was easier now to see just how tiny Lumi really was in the wolf’s company. In a brazen gesture, Lumikki reached out. The wolf flinched as Lumikki’s hand hovered near her muzzle. A low growl rumbled in her chest, not of malice, but of uncertainty. And yet, when the Demoness’s palm met her fur, the warmth of the touch stilled her. A shiver rippled down her spine, awakening something she thought she’d buried centuries ago—an ache for connection. ” ᛁᛟᚢ ᛊᛈᛟᚲᛖ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᛃᛟᛏᚾᚨᚱ, ᛁᛏ’ᛊ ᛏᛟ ᚦᛖᛗ ᛁ’ᚢᛖ ᚺᚨᛁᛚᛖᛞ. ᚨᚾᛞ ᛃᚢᛊᛏ ᚨ ᛊᚺᛟᚱᛏ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ ᚨᚷᛟ, ᛁ’ᚢᛖ ᚺᚨᛞ ᚨ ᚲᚺᚨᚾᚲᛖ ᛏᛟ ᚢᛁᛊᛁᛏ ᛗᛁ ᚠᚨᛗ ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᚦᛖ ᚱᛖᛚᛗ. ᛁᚠ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚲᚾᛟᚹ ᚺᛖᚱ, ᛁᛏ ᚹᚨᛊ ᚨᚢᛞᚾᛁᚱ ᚹᚺᛟ ᚱᛖᚲᛖᛁᚢᛖᛞ ᛗᛖ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛚᛖᛞ ᛗᛖ ᛏᛟ ᛗᛁ ᛖᛚᛞᛖᚱ ᛗᛟᚦᛖᚱ ᚷᛚÁᛗᚱ./You spoke of the Jötnar, it’s to them I’ve hailed. And just a short time ago, I’ve had a chance to visit my fam from the realm. If you know her, it was Audnir who received me and lead me to my elder mother Glámr.” The wolf’s ears twitched the moment she heard the name, as if it brought a shiver down her spine. For a fleeting moment, the wolf’s mind drifted to snow-laden fields, where a young Audnir had once danced beneath the auroras. That time felt like another life, a distant echo she hadn’t dared to recall until now. After a quick shake, her gaze would turn back down to the raven beneath. Did the Norns remember me? She mulled to herself with trailing eyes, her gaze was all over the mage just below as if she was noticing Lumikki for the first time. ”ᚨᚢᛞᚾᛁᚱ….ᛁ ᚺᚨᚢᛖ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚺᛖᚱᛞ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚾᚨᛗᛖ ᛁᚾ ᛊᛟ…ᛚᛟᛜ. ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᚹᚨᛊ ᚲÁᚱᚨ‘ᛊ ᚷᛁᚱᛚ…….ᚨᚾ ᛟᛚᛞ…../Audnir….I have not heard that name in so…long. That was Kára‘s girl…….an old…..” Her voice caught in her throat, halting her in that moment. She couldn’t say another word, stunted by the emotions that bubbled in her chest and pressure that built between her eyes. There was nothing else to say for the moment. All she could think about was her old friend and long ago were those memories. ”……..ᚺᚱᛁᛊᛏᛟᚱᚨ…..ᛁᛖᛖᛖᛖᛊ…..ᚦᚨᛏ ᚹᚨᛊ ᛗᛁ ᚾᚨᛗᛖ…/……..Hristora…..yeeees…..that was my name…” She hoisted herself up, with sights centered elsewhere, ”ᛏᛟ ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᚱᛖᛊᛟᚾ ᛞᛁᛞ ᛁᛟᚢ ᛊᛖᛖᚲ ᚦᛖ ᚹᛁᚾᛞ ᛊᛖᚾᛏᛁᚾᛖᛚ?/To what reason did you seek the wind sentinel?” Lumikki got up as well, the seat of ice she made, crumble as she rose to her feet. Leaving nothing more than a black pile of snow and ice. ”ᛁ ᛊᛖᛖᚲ ᛏᛟ ᚠᚢᛚᚠᛁᛚᛚ ᚨ ᚹᛁᛏᚲᚺ’ᛊ ᚹᛁᛊᚺ. ᛏᛟ ᚨᚹᚨᚲᛖᚾ ᚦᛖ ᛗᚨᚷᛁᚲ ᛁᚾ ᛁᚲᛖᛒᛖᚱᚷ, ᚱᛖᚢᛖᚱᛏᛁᛜ ᚦᛖ ᛟᛚᛞ ᛃᛟᛏᚾᚨᚱ‘ᛊ ᚲᚢᚱᛊᛖ; ᚨᚾᛞ ᛒᚱᛁᛜ ᚦᛖ ᛚᚨᚾᛞ ᛒᚨᚲᚲ ᛏᛟ ᚨᛚᛚ ᛁᛏᛊ ᚷᛚᛟᚱᛁ ᚹᚺᛖᚾ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚲᚺᛟᚲᛖᛞ ᛞᛖᛖᛈᛁ ᛒᛁ ᚦᛖ ᚠᚱᛟᛊᛏ. ᛏᚺᛟᚢᚷᚺ ᛁ ᚺᛟᛚᛞ ᚦᛖ ᚲᛟᛚᛞ ᛞᛖᚱ, ᛗᛁᚾᛞ ᛁᛖ, ᛁ ᚲᚨᚱᛖ ᛗᛟᚱᛖ ᚠᛟᚱ ᚦᛖ ᚾᛖᛖᛞᛊ ᛟᚠ ᛗᛁ ᛈᛖᛟᛈᛚᛖ ᛁᚾ ᚦᛁᛊ ᚱᛖᚷᚨᚱᛞ. ᚨᚾᛞ ᛁᚠ ᛁᛏ’ᛊ ᛏᚱᚢᛖ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚦᛖ ᛞᚹᚨᚱᚢᛖᛊ ᛟᚾᛚᛁ ᚺᛖᚱᛖ ᚦᛖ ᚺᚢᛗᛊ, ᛁ ᚾᛟᚹ ᛚᛁᚲᛖ ᛏᛟ ᛒᚱᛁᛜ ᚦᛖᛗ ᚦᛖ ᚠᚢᛚᛚ ᛊᛁᛗᛈᚺᛟᚾᛁ./I seek to fulfill a witch’s wish. To awaken the magic in Iceberg, reverting the old Jötnar‘s curse; and bring the land back to all its glory when not choked deepy by the frost. Though I hold the cold dear, mind ye, I care more for the needs of my people in this regard. And if it’s true that the Dwarves only hear the hums, I now like to bring them the full symphony.” A smirk played on her lips as she spoke. “ᚨ ᚹᛁᛏᚲᚺ’ᛊ ᚹᚺᛁᛗ? ᛁᛊ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛞᚱᛁᚢᛖᛊ ᛁᛟᚢ? ᛁᛟᚢᚱ ᚲᛁᚾᛞ ᛗᛖᛞᛞᛚᛖᛊ ᚹᛁᚦ ᚠᛟᚱᚲᛖᛊ ᛒᛖᛁᛟᚾᛞ ᛁᛟᚢᚱ ᚲᛖᚾ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᚦᛖ ᛚᚨᚾᛞ ᛊᚢᚠᚠᛖᚱᛊ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛁᛏ. ᛊᛟ ᚦᛖᚾ ᛏᛖᛚᛚ ᛗᛖ ᛒᛁᚱᛞ, ᚹᚺᛁ ᛊᚺᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᛁ ᛏᚱᚢᛊᛏ ᛁᛟᚢᚱ ᛁᚾᛏᛖᚾᛏᛟᚾᛊ? ᚺᛟᚹ ᛁᛊ ᛁᛏ ᚦᚨᛏ ᛁᛟᚢ, ᛟᚠ ᚨᛚᛚ ᛁᚾᛏᚱᚢᛞᛖᚱᛊ, ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᛊᚢᚲᚲᛖᛖᛞ ᛁᚾ ᚦᛁᛊ ᚠᛟᛟᛚᛁᛊᚺ ᚲᚢᛖᛊᛏ?/A witch’s whim? Is that what drives you? Your kind meddles with forces beyond your ken, and the land suffers for it. So then tell me bird, why should I trust your intentions? How is it that you, of all intruders, will succeed in this foolish quest?” Hristora snarled, she was not hostile but surly not friendly. With astonishment and widened features, Lumikki gasped her response.“ ᛁᛏ’ᛊ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚹᚺᛁᛗᛊᛁ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚷᚢᛁᛞᛖᛊ ᛗᛖ, ᛒᛖᛊᛏ. ᛁᛏ’ᛊ ᚦᛖ ᚾᛖᛖᛞ ᛏᛟ ᚱᛖᛊᛏᛟᚱᛖ ᛒᚨᛚᚨᚾᚲᛖ—ᚠᛟᚱ ᚦᛖ ᛚᚨᚾᛞ, ᚠᛟᚱ ᛗᛁ ᛈᛖᛟᛈᛚᛖ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᛈᛖᚱᚺᚨᛈᛊ [ᛁ]ᛖᚢᛖᚾ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛊᛏᚢᛒᛒᛟᚱᚾ ᚱᛖᛚᛁᚲᛊ ᛚᛁᚲᛖ ᛁᛟᚢ.[/ᛁ]/It’s not whimsy that guides me, beast. It’s the need to restore balance—for the land, for my people, and perhaps even for stubborn relics like you.” Her comment though snide, was still playful. Her tone easing at the very end to blunt the edge of her words. ”—ᛏᚺᛖᚾ ᚠᛟᛚᛚᛟᚹ ᛗᛖ, ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ ᛒᛁᚱᛞ. ᛒᚢᛏ ᛒᛖᚹᚨᚱᛖ—ᛞᛖᛊᛁᚱᛖᛊ ᚨᛚᛟᚾᛖ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᚾᛟᛏ ᛊᚺᚨᛈᛖ ᚦᛖ ᚹᛁᚾᛞᛊ. ᛁᚠ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚠᚨᛚᛏᛖᚱ, ᚦᛖ ᛚᚨᚾᛞ ᛁᛏᛊᛖᛚᚠ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᛊᚹᚨᛚᛚᛟᚹ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚹᚺᛟᛚᛖ./—Then follow me, little bird. But beware—desires alone will not shape the winds. If you falter, the land itself will swallow you whole.” Hristora growled. She would not be fooled, but she could not step away either. ─── ─── ─── ─── ───∘°❉°∘ ─── ─── ─── ─── ─── Lumikki and Hristora step into the clearing where the Windstone stands, towering like an ancient monument. Its surface is smooth yet weathered by age and the winds, etched with intricate runes glowing faintly in icy hues. The air is alive with swirling winds, carrying faint whispers that ebb and flow like distant songs. The faint sound of whispers brushed Lumikki’s ears, fragmented words that stirred her curiosity and unease. It sounded like her voice, as it howled like the icy winds, or when she mimic many voices all at once. And with a few slow and careful steps, the stone loomed before her, glowing faintly in the twilight, its runes shimmering like frozen veins of light depicting stories of old, long and forgotten. ” —ᚺᛗᛈᛏ, ᛟᚢᛖᚱ ᚦᛖᚱᛖ ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ ᛒᛁᚱᛞ./—Hmpt, over there little bird.” Hristora nudged Lumikki with one of her large paws, pushing the mage into the direction she pointed out, her frame now a bit smaller than before, allowed her to walk with ease within the tighter spaces of the caverns. Still, she was a hulking and massive size, and rather distant to the Demoness’ she lead along. The Sentinel manifests as a figure of swirling air and light, its form shifting constantly, never solid. Its voice echoes like multiple tones layered together much like racing winds, leading Lumikki to wonder if they were the source all along. “Welcome, traveler. The Windstone does not yield to the unworthy. To claim its gift, you must hear what others cannot. Tell me, do you know the whispers of the past?” “ ᚹᚺᛁᛊᛈᛖᚱᛊ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᛈᚨᛊᛏ?…” ᛚᚢᛗᛁᚲᚲᛁ ᛗᚢᛚᛚᛖᛞ ᛟᚢᛖᚱ, ᛁᛏ ᚠᛖᛚᛏ ᛚᛁᚲᛖ ᚨ ᛏᚱᛁᚲᚲ ᚲᚢᛖᛊᛏᛟᚾ ᛒᚢᛏ ᛊᚺᛖ ᚹᛖᚾᛏ ᛟᚾ. “ᛞᛟ ᛁᛟᚢ ᛊᛈᛖᚲ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᚺᚨᚢᚾᛏᛁᛜ ᚲᚢᚨᛚᛁᛏᛁ ᚦᛖ ᛈᚨᛊᛏ ᛗᚨᛁ ᚺᚨᚢᛖ? ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛁᛊ ᛁᛏ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚨᛊᚲ ᛟᚠ ᛗᛖ?/Whispers of the past?…” Lumikki mulled over, it felt like a trick question but she went on. “Do you speak of the haunting quality the past may have? What is it you ask of me?” “ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚹᛁᚾᛞᛊ ᚲᚨᚱᚱᛁ ᚦᛖ ᛏᚱᚢᚦᛊ ᛟᚠ ᛁᚲᛖᛒᛖᚱᚷ’ᛊ ᛈᚨᛊᛏ—ᚠᚱᚨᚷᛗᛖᚾᛏᛊ ᛟᚠ ᛃᛟᛁ, ᛊᛟᚱᚱᛟᚹ, ᛒᛖᛏᚱᚨᛁᚨᛚ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᛏᚱᛁᚢᛗᛈᚺ. ᛏᛟ ᚲᛚᚨᛁᛗ ᚦᛖ ᚹᛁᚾᛞᛊᛏᛟᚾᛖ’ᛊ ᛈᛟᚹᛖᚱ, ᛁᛟᚢ ᛗᚢᛊᛏ ᚹᛖᚢᛖ ᚦᛖᛊᛖ ᚠᚱᚨᚷᛗᛖᚾᛏᛊ ᛁᚾᛏᛟ ᚨ ᛊᛏᛟᚱᛁ. ᛏᚺᛖ ᛏᚱᚢᚦ ᛚᛁᛖᛊ ᛁᚾ ᚦᛖ ᚱᚢᚾᛖᛊ. ᛁᚠ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛊᛏᚨᚾᛞ ᚦᛖᛗ, ᛁᛟᚢ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛊᛏᚨᚾᛞ ᚦᛖ ᚢᛟᛁᚲᛖᛊ. /The winds carry the truths of Iceberg’s past—fragments of joy, sorrow, betrayal, and triumph. To claim the Windstone’s power, you must weave these fragments into a story. The truth lies in the runes. If you understand them, you will understand the voices.” “I see…this is much like my Riva Sapphire. The stone that holds the past and burdens of my people, so may we never forget.” Lumikki glanced back at the stone, her eyes tracing over the runes that she knew all too well. She may not have been shown the world runes by the end of her sacrifice, but they lived with wild ferocity inside her now. Interwoven like tapestry and interlocked into bindrunes. And understanding the stories connections was intuitive after sipping water from Mimr’s well. With effort, the whispers unfolded before her, their layers becoming much easier to discern. And the glow of the runes no longer felt at random. Lumikki steps closer to the Windstone, feeling its energy resonate with her. The whispers grow louder but remain fragmented and cryptic. Each time she touches the stone, a series of runes glow, correlating to the whispers that peeled away from the rest. “They’re not just words,” she murmured, tracing the runes. “They’re pieces of something larger. It’s like a grand library to our history and the magic laced within it…” The whispers come in cycles, growing clearer each time Lumikki interacts with the stone. Each fragment corresponds to a rune glowing on the Windstone. Lumikki settled her finger on (ᛏ). Her finger traced the lines as she gave the voices time to tell their story. “We stood together, blades raised, as the frost giants fell. The dawn broke with our victory—Iceberg was ours to claim.” [/b][/color] “This one speaks of triumph… but not just triumph—sacrifice. The fools of the undead King were lead in battle against the Giants. It’s to efforts, they were awarded this curse. They surely paid the price, but in this time, they felt the glory of battle and the justice of their acts.” Lumikki slid her finger onto the next (ᛖ). The voices of the warriors muted as another rose among the rest. “He swore loyalty, yet his dagger sought my back. Blood ran cold as their kin turned against us.” She bit the side of her lip, gently applying pressure as she felt the pain in his words. “ Aye, Ehwaz had the tendency to foresee the heartbreak of betrayal, should you be wise enough to read it. Broken trust breeds ruin to all it touches. The tribes may not have gotten along back then, but the balance allowed them to flourish. It’s a shame…that he broke the creeds and forsook the hope of his people. Ripping the boarders and boundaries in hopes to make all his….all at a hefty cost.” Hristora growled as Lumikki explained her voice. The tumble in her chest was like the sound of thunder rumbling from far away. “ ᛁ ᚲᚾᛟᚹ ᚦᚨᛏ ᛊᛏᛟᚱᛁ! ᛏᚺᛖ ᚠᛁᚱᛊᛏ ᛒᛖᛏᚱᚨᛁᚨᛚ… ᛁᚲᛖᛒᛖᚱᚷ ᚺᚨᛊ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚠᛟᚱᚷᛟᛏᛏᛖᚾ./I know that story! The first betrayal… Iceberg has not forgotten.” “ᚨᛁᛖ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᛚᛁᚲᛖᛚᛁ ᛏᛟ ᚾᛖᚢᛖᚱ ᚠᛟᚱᚷᛖᛏ, ᚠᛟᚱ ᚦᚨᛏ ᛁ’ᛗ ᛊᚢᚱᛖ…. /Aye, and likely to never forget, for that I’m sure….” Before Lumikki could pick another rune, a voice rung in her ears. “ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚹᛁᚾᛞᛊ ᚲᚨᚱᚱᛁᛖᛞ ᚺᛖᚱ ᛊᛟᛜ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᛚᛁᚠᛖ ᚱᛖᛏᚢᚱᚾᛖᛞ ᛏᛟ ᚦᛖ ᛚᚨᚾᛞ. ᚠᚱᛟᛊᛏ ᛗᛖᛚᛏᛖᛞ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᚦᛖ ᚷᚱᛖᛖᚾ ᚱᛟᛊᛖ ᛟᚾᚲᛖ ᛗᛟᚱᛖ./The winds carried her song, and life returned to the land. Frost melted, and the green rose once more.” With a half hearted chuckle, Lumikki pointed to (ᛒ). Her long and curved nail tapped on it as she looked back to the Wind Sentinel. “ᛒ/Berkano,” Lumikki uttered before turning back to the stone structure. “ᚷᚱᛟᚹᚦ, ᚾᛖᚹ ᛒᛖᚷᛁᚾᚾᛁᛜᛊ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᚱᛖᛒᛁᚱᚦ….ᛁᚠ ᛚᛁᚠᛖ ᛁᛊ ᛏᛟ ᚱᛖᛏᚢᚱᚾ ᛏᛟ ᚦᛖᛊᛖ ᚠᚱᛟᛉᛖᚾ ᛚᚨᚾᛞᛊ, ᛁ’ᛞ ᚹᚨᚷᛖᚱ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚦᛖ ᚨᚾᛊᚹᛖᚱ ᚹᚨᛊ ᚺᛖᚱᛖ…ᚹᛖᚱᛖ ᚦᛖ ᚢᛟᛁᚲᛖᛊ ᛊᛈᛖᚲᛁᛜ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᚠᚢᚱᚦᛖᚱ ᛊᛖᚾᛏᛁᚾᛖᛚ?/Growth, new beginnings, and rebirth….If life is to return to these frozen lands, I’d wager that the answer was here…were the voices speaking of the further Sentinel?” It stayed silent, waiting instead for the mage to go on and Lumikki pouted from its abstinence. With a click of her tongue, she went back to work, only to be chided by Hristora instead. ᛁᛟᚢ ᛊᛈᛖᚲ ᚦᛖ ᚱᚢᚾᛖᛊ ᚹᛖᛚᛚ, ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ ᛒᛁᚱᛞ. ᛁ ᚦᛟᚢᚷᚺᛏ ᛁᛏ ᚹᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᚨ ᛞᛖᛞ ᛈᚱᚨᚲᛏᛁᚲᛖ ᛒᛁ ᚾᛟᚹ./“You speak the runes well, little bird. I thought it would a dead practice by now.” “ ᛒᛖᚠᛟᚱᛖ ᛗᛁ ᛚᛁᛈᛊ ᛏᛟᚢᚲᚺᛖᛞ ᛗᛁᛗᚱ’ᛊ ᚹᚨᛏᛖᚱᛊ, ᛗᛁ ᚾᚨᚾ ᛏᚨᚢᚷᚺᛏ ᛗᛖ ᛖᚢᛖᚱᛁᚦᛁᛜ ᛊᚺᛖ ᚲᚾᛖᚹ. ᛖᚢᛖᚾ ᚦᛖ ᛊᛏᛟᚱᛁᛖᛊ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚹᛖᚾᛏ ᛚᛟᛜ ᛒᛖᛁᛜ ᚢᚾᛏᛟᛚᛞ. ᛁᛏ ᛁᛊ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᛟᛗᛖᚾᚨ ᚲᚱᛖᛖᛞ ᛏᛟ ᚲᛖᛖᛈ ᛊᚢᚲᚺ ᚦᛁᛜᛊ ᚨᛚᛁᚢᛖ, ᛊᛟ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚦᛖ ᛈᚨᛊᛏ ᚾᛖᚢᛖᚱ ᛊᛚᛁᛈᛊ ᚨᚹᚨᛁ ᛞᚢᛖ ᛏᛟ ᛁᚷᚾᛟᚱᚨᚾᚲᛖ ᛟᚱ ᚾᛖᚷᛚᛁᚷᛖᚾᚲᛖ./Before my lips touched Mimr’s waters, my Nan taught me everything she knew. Even the stories that went long being untold. It is of the Omena creed to keep such things alive, so that the past never slips away due to ignorance or negligence.” “ ᛁ’ᚢᛖ ᚺᛖᚱᛞ ᚹᚺᛁᛊᛈᛖᚱᛊ ᛟᚠ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚠᛚᛟᚲᚲ ᛟᚠ ᛒᛁᚱᛞᛊ, ᛊᛟ ᚨ ᚱᚨᚢᛖᚾ ᛁᛊ ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚨᚱᛖ. ᚠᛁᛏᛏᛁᛜ ᛁᚾᛞᛖᛖᛞ ᚠᛟᚱ ᚦᛖ ᚹᛟᚱᚲ ᚨᚺᛖᛞ. ᛁᛟᚢ’ᛚᛚ ᚾᛖᛖᛞ ᛁᛟᚢᚱ ᚹᛁᛏᛊ ᚨᛒᛟᚢᛏ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚷᛁᚱᛚ, ᚦᛁᛊ ᚲᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᛒᛖ ᚦᛖ ᛖᛊᛁᛖᛊᛏ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚦᛖ ᛃᛟᚢᚱᚾᛖᛁ ᚷᛖᛏᛊ./I’ve heard whispers of that flock of birds, so a raven is what you are. Fitting indeed for the work ahead. You’ll need your wits about you girl, this could be the easiest that the journey gets.” “ ᛁ ᚹᛖᛚᚲᛟᛗᛖ ᛁᛏ ᚦᛖᚾ ᚺᚱᛁᛊᛏᛟᚱᚨ. ᛁᚠ ᛁ ᚨᛗ ᛏᛟ ᛊᛏᛁᚱ ᛁᚲᛖᛒᛖᚱᚷ ᚨᚷᚨᛁᚾ, ᚦᛖᚾ ᛁ’ᛞ ᚹᚨᚾᛏ ᛗᛁ ᛗᛁᚷᚺᛏ ᛏᛖᛊᛏᛖᛞ. ᛚᛖᛊᛏ ᛏᛟ ᛊᛏᚨᚢᛖ ᛟᚠᚠ ᚨᚾᛁ ᛞᛟᚢᛒᛏᛊ ᛟᚱ ᛃᚢᛞᚷᛖᛗᛖᚾᛏ ᚹᚺᛖᚾ ᚦᛖ ᚹᛁᛊᚺ ᚺᚨᛊ ᛒᛖᛖᚾ ᚲᛟᚾᚲᛚᚢᛞᛖᛞ./I welcome it then Hristora. If I am to stir Iceberg again, then I’d want my might tested. Least to stave off any doubts or judgement when the wish has been concluded.” Hristora chuckled, she found worth in Lumikki’s words. Perhaps enough to like a mages a little more. “ ᛁᚠ ᛁᛟᚢ ᛁᚾᛊᛁᛊᛏ ᛚᛁᛚ ᚱᚨᚢᛖᚾ. ᛁ ᛊᚢᛈᛈᛟᛊᛖ ᛁ ᚲᚨᚾ ᛒᛖᚱ ᚹᛁᛏᚾᛖᛊᛊ ᛏᛟ ᚦᛁᛊ ᛃᛟᚢᚱᚾᛖᛁ ᛟᚠ ᛁᛟᚢᚱᛊ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛈᚱᛟᛏᛖᚲᛏ ᛁᛟᚢ ‘ᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᛁᛏᛊ ᛖᚾᛞ. ᚨᚠᛏᛖᚱ ᚨᛚᛚ, ᛁ ᚹᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᛒᛖᚾᛖᚠᛁᛏ ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᚦᛖ ᛊᛟᛜᛊ ᚱᛖᛏᚢᚱᚾ./If you insist lil raven. I suppose I can bear witness to this journey of yours and protect you ‘till its end. After all, I would benefit from the songs return.” After identifying the several runes, Lumikki arranged them in the correct order, to piece together the story. The fragments, now forming a coherent narrative. “ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚠᚱᛟᛊᛏ ᚷᛟᚾᛏᛊ ᚠᛖᛚᛚ, ᛒᚢᛏ ᛒᛖᛏᚱᚨᛁᚨᛚ ᚹᛖᚲᛖᚾᛖᛞ ᛟᚢᚱ ᚢᚾᛁᛏᛁ. ᛁᛖᛏ ᚦᛖ ᛊᛟᛜ ᛟᚠ ᚱᛖᚾᛖᚹᚨᛚ ᚷᚨᚢᛖ ᚢᛊ ᚺᛟᛈᛖ, ᚦᚨᛏ ᚲᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᛁᚲᛖᛒᛖᚱᚷ ᛒᛖᚷᛁᚾ ᛏᛟ ᚺᛖᛚ ᛁᚾ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ./The frost giants fell, but betrayal weakened our unity. Yet the song of renewal gave us hope, that could Iceberg begin to heal in time.” “ ᛁᛟᚢ ᚺᚨᚢᛖ ᚺᛖᚱᛞ ᚦᛖ ᚢᛟᛁᚲᛖᛊ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚷᛁᚢᛖᚾ ᚦᛖᛗ ᛗᛖᚾᛁᛜ. ᛏᚺᛖ ᛈᚨᛊᛏ ᛊᛈᛖᚲᛊ ᚦᚱᛟᚢᚷᚺ ᛁᛟᚢ, ᛏᚱᚨᚢᛖᛚᛖᚱ. ᛏᚨᚲᛖ ᚦᛖ ᚹᛁᚾᛞᛊᛏᛟᚾᛖ’ᛊ ᚷᛁᚠᛏ, ᚨᚾᛞ ᛗᚨᛁ ᛁᛏ ᚷᚢᛁᛞᛖ ᛁᛟᚢᚱ ᛈᚨᚦ./You have heard the voices and given them meaning. The past speaks through you, traveler. Take the Windstone’s gift, and may it guide your path.” The Windstone glows brightly as a shard of its power detaches, floating toward Lumikki. The winds calm, their whispers now a gentle hum. While the voices of Jörð only felt that much louder in Hristora’s bones. ” ᛊᛖᛖ ᚺᛖᚱ ᛏᚨᛊᚲ ᛏᛟ ᚦᛖ ᛖᚾᛞ, ᛊᛟ ᚦᚨᛏ ᚹᛖ ᛗᚨᛁ ᚢᚾᛁᛏᛖ ᚨᚷᚨᛁᚾ./See her task to the end, so that we may unite again.” The wolf gruff’s at the message, still annoyed by her centuries of isolation. She glances back at Lumikki, who held the shard between both hands. Grateful that time was moving forward and that her purpose was not entirely gone. As Lumikki and Hristora leave the Windstone, the winds part for them, as if acknowledging their presence. Lumikki clutches the shard, feeling its energy resonate with her own. The path ahead feels clearer, but the weight of Iceberg’s history lingers. |
The Whispers of the forgotten stone
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