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newyggdrasil · 9 months

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Chapter 11 - Home -

Asktré, Lunnec, and Fenrir aren't a common family and they haven't a common home. 'Black Dragon' is an inn located outside of Odinia. The last tram station of Winter Street is a ten-minute walk, therefore you can reach the central station in 30 minutes; however, the neighborhood seemed more rural than urban. All houses have fields and the forest was nearby.

Asktré would rather live in the near forest or in another remote place, without people around, but this isn't an option for Fenrir and likely neither for Lunnec. He had always had a great dilemma about his sons. They needed friends and socializing but their condition is a big problem. People have a lot of prejudice against Ashmen and not everyone accepts hybrids, well, don't accept some kinds of hybrids, Asgardians don't have these problems.

They got into the inn. In the bar was Cruzanda, a Nálfar, the largest caste among the four castes of Svartálfal. Like most of Nálfar, she has two horns in U form and her skin is obsidian color with blue freckles. However, there is a thing that set her apart from the rest of the Dark Elves, her gorgeous violet eyes. She had stolen many hearts thanks to them in her youth.

"Hi boys, how was the trip? was it fun?" Cruzanda said with her typical kind attitude.

"Not well, a lot of wounds and they didn't pay us. About fun, since when does my father like fun?" Lunnec said.

"If you had met him years ago, you wouldn't it have thought that. He's reserved and some uncouth, but he wouldn't have had two children if he didn't like the fun," an old woman said laughing while she drank a beer jar.

"Mom, you don't say these things," a woman said while coming in through the kitchen door. Then she kissed Cruzanda and said "Hi, love," with a big smile on her face.

These women were the Suntan. Lena Sutan is the co-owner of the Inn. She's a black woman with brown eyes and forty-five years. She has been married to Cruzanda for twelve years and she has a daughter.

Sigrid, Lena's mother, is an old black woman who lost her left eye years ago. His hair is grey and afro. Asktré and she fought together in the third war elven. They have been very good friends since he prevented that she lost her good eye, for this reason, his daughter's inn is the perfect place to live. It's safe and well-placed.

"Ohh, Lena I want to ask you, eh, about..." Lunnec said

"Sorry Lunnec, she's sleeping. His father will pick up her early in the morning," Lena's words disappointed Lunnec. "But, I have a delicious meat pie that I'm sure that your brother and you will enjoy," Lena's said trying to cheer Lunnec up.

"Not. Do you have something with vegetables?" Asktré said.

"But, Dad," Fenrir said with puppy dog eyes.

"Not. You have been eating meat for three days, you need a balanced diet. Don't admit discussion!"

Lena took out two salad bowls and gave them to the boys. Fenrir looked at them disappointed. Lena's meat pie was one of his favorite food.

"Now, you go to your room. You eat dinner and after going to sleep. I have to do some business. Understood?"

"Yes father," both said with apathy.

They went up the stairs and left the adults alone.

"It's normal that your son called you boring, every day younger but less fun," Sigrid said.

"Is too much obvious? The kids do not want to say anything," Asktré asked.

"You don't ask me, it's very complicated for my differentiate human age," Cruzanda said trying to avoid the question.

"Well, when you are off you seemed of my age and now look like a twentysomething," Lena answered trying to be careful.

"I would put you in my bed right now," Sigrid said between laughs.

"Mom," Lena yelled.

"What, he asked," Sigrid shrug her shoulders and carried on drinking.

"Whatever, now it is done. I must go to Tomas. I have something to buy. Can you look at the boys?" Asktré said.

"Don't worry. I take a look at them," Sigrid said while she took another sip of beer.

"We take a look at them," Cruzanda said while hugging Lena.

#writers #wrinting #fantasy #adventure #norse mythology #NewYggdrasil #MaliciousWood #high fantasy #family #writeblr #creative writing #writers on tumblr #books #web novel #also on wattpad #chapter #chapter 11

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iggyalfi2319 · 9 months

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A Toy’s great adventure (MAWS G/T AU)

A/N: Yet another Toy!Clark idea plaguing my brain, so I wanted to give it a try. Again, dunno how far I'll carry it out X')

TW for character death, blood, non consensual body transfer, living doll (action figure)

Please tell me if I forgot anything

Clark was the biological kid of the Kent’s.

He was playing outside with his favorite toy, an action figure named Superman, based on a very popular cartoon character.

All of sudden, there was a flash in the sky, with something heading very fast into his direction.

Sadly, he didn't even get the chance to move.

When the Kent went outside to look for Clark, they met a very horrifying sight, tearing a scream out of Ma, as the viewers can only see the child's hand holding the tattered toy, in a pool of blood.

???: No one wasn't supposed to die, especially not a kid...

???: I really hoped to give a different purpose to the meteorite...

???: Forgive me, young one...

A ghost of a person dressed like a sorcerer manifested in front of the Kent.

Humans, it wasn't my intention to kill your child. I had to save this meteorite from very dark forces... But seeing the damages... It's definitely not worth the life of an innocent soul...

It looked at the couple.

I can somehow bring your child back... But they'll never be the way they were before…

"A-anything to get our Clark back!" "Please! We cannot lose our unique son!"

The ghost picked up the remaining shard of the meteorite, dipped it into the blood as it started to glow on and off softly, slowly shaping into a heart.

This is now the heart and the soul of your child. If anything had to ever happen to it and he will be gone for good.

The ghost then picked up the toy, removed the batteries before placing the meteorite heart inside. It glowed for a few seconds before it handed it to Ma.

May you and your child ever forgive me...

The ghost vanished, leaving the Kent in shambles and holding the toy very dear.

💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭

Clark felt very odd... Like he was too stiff to move.

Everything around him was so gigantic!

Or...did he shrink?

Wait, wasn't he supposed to be dead? Maybe he survived but the meteorite did something to him.

Why couldn't he move...-

Ma came into view. She was so huge!

💭Ma! I'm here!💭

"Never fear! Superman is here!"

💭Huh?...💭

Clark tried to speak again.

"No need to thank me, it's my duty!"

💭Why is Superman's voice coming out of my mouth?...💭

"It's acting up again... Do you think Clark is trying to tell us something?" Ma asked Pa.

"Who knows, Martha, who knows... We can only ever hope..."

Ma leaned toward Clark before gently picking him up like he was made of glass.

💭W-What is going on!💭

"It's a bird! It's a plane! No! It's Superman!"

As Clark was really starting to freak out, he caught their reflections on the living room's mirror.

Wait, not his reflection...

The reflection of Ma holding his toy, Superman...

But Ma is holding him...

💭No...no way....💭

💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭

Clark woke up with a scream.

💭A nightmare... It was just a nightmare -💭

"Clark!"

His parents rushed inside.

Only for him to see they were as huge as his nightmare.

"N-no..." He whimpered.

"Clark... sweetheart... I know everything looks scary for you right now, but we can explain -" Ma started.

"NO! I must still be asleep!"

As he tried to rub his eyes, he couldn't reach his face, feeling very stiff...

He slowly looked at his hands.

Horribly familiar plastic hands with joints at the wrists, elbows and shoulders.

"No way..." His voice trembled.

The nightmare had only begun…

After managing to calm down Clark, his parents explained to him what happened to him.

Needless to say that the kid was devastated.

He was trying so hard to be a normal kid despite coming from a farm, but now everything went to the drain...

"So... I'm forever stuck inside of a toy..." Clark sulked.

"We'll get through this, Clark." Martha gently took his hand and Jonathan's. "Together."

A little flicker of hope washed over the now Toy boy, as he gently squeezed her finger.

Wait... what?

He looked down, seeing his plastic hand not so stiffly curled around her own.

Maybe that was only his imagination...

TBC...

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inklingofadream · 1 year

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Mag 196 talk today has me thinking about my annabelle/archivist!sasha semi-canon semi-fantasy au again...

#tma #wrinting #concepts #ink post

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aengusnatureking · 1 year

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Graphic credits to Artem {Spagna, Catalogna - primavera, 21 marzo 113 E.N.} Squarciati i diafani veli brumosi il sol, colle sue mille lame luminose, sfavilla sul limpido cielo azzurro di marzo già sovrano nel giorno successivo l'equinozio; la costa ispanica dal mediterraneo bagnata si colora di mille sfumature verdi, i sentieri si veston a festa dei gioielli ulimosi che sboccian ovunque guardo si posi attraendo i primi insetti, ancor intorpiditi dall’invernal sonno, i qual vi si posan ronzando pigramente alla carezza della brezza. La squadra valchirie a cavallo galoppa lungo il verzur cammino indicato da Enebro il qual ben conosce quei luoghi: mete del suo precoce vagare risalente a quando viveva nella Navarra, distante poche lege. Vivace ed energetico narra, con celere e squillante parlantina, or di pascoli or di fonti sorgive, or d'orti or di pozzi celati sotto alberi di fico, racconta di tutte le peculiarità ch’in quelle zone si troan e l'insegna ai compagni alternato sporadicamente dalla guardinga Mariposa che l'è sorella di nozioni, fu proprio lei ad accompagnarlo durante gl’istruttivi viaggi, tuttavia, la sua memoria n’è cotanto precisa come quella del compagno ne la sua voce tanto serena ergo gli lascia volentieri verbo concentrandosi nel pattugliar i campi che percorron alla perenne ricerca d’eventuali perigli dei quali, tuttavia, non ve n’è traccia all’orizzonte percorso dal piroettante volo di rondini e sgargianti cardellini. Il castano enuncia ch’ove s’ode il reflusso lieto dei ruscelli, alimentati dallo sciogliersi delle nevi, sorge la maggior comunità di Nix iberica di cui tre membri eran cari amici della nonna. “Quando c’incontravam sempre omaggiavan Orquidea c’un mazzo di codesti fiori.” Sporgesi l’avvocato dal possente Gorlas tanto che l’indice sfiora un petalo pien di polline che si disperde al venticello il qual soffia, soave, nella distesa di palustri piante dall’alto stelo le cui gemme han medesima rosea tintura della blusa ch’indossa il pimpante oratore tutto preso ad annusar l’aroma fragrante. “Il profumo che ci facevi era buonissimo: è ancora trai miei preferiti lo sai?” Verbiò la mora Mariposa dirigendo Tempesta accanto all’imponente equino tenebroso. “Iniziai a preparar seriamente questo tipo di filtri proprio a cagion del persistente e gradevole olezzo di questi fiori.” Sott’un carrubo la compagnia sospende il viaggio per desinare; il monarca consuma il proprio pasto sull’albero sotto l’interessato guardo del cubano i cui occhi smeraldini dardeggian tra la ritorta figuretta e la corteccia grigiastra fin quando non s’allargan, le labbra di spiegan el viso fal medesimo illuminandosi. Ei riconosce in quel vigoroso albero il giovane esemplare, una minuta piantina sfida ed esile, che piantò con gl’amici della fata: in quella coppia di decadi ha dimostrato importante crescita divenendo imponente e florido tanto chel fogliame è sì rigoglioso e fitto da fornir ombra all’intera squadra, equini inclusi. “Guarda come cresce bene!” Esclama mettendo a conoscenza del ritrovamento anche i compagni d’avventura, gli fa eco il sire. “Proprio come te.” ”Ma se son così basso!” Replica ilarmente. L’ore in cui il tepor s’acuisce son allietate dalla natural sinfonia d’insetti, augelletti el gorgheggiante zefiro, s’ode persino il lontano stornellar dei rivi eppur qualcosa sembra esser manchevole: una voce è rimasta assopita. Il silvestre sire s’avvede di codesta lacuna una volta disceso dall’albero così affiancal cubano sul prato; ei s’è improvvisamente chiuso in silenzio, fattor desueto ma sintomo chel violinista ben conosce: se la lingua tace il cerebro fa l’opposto ed ei n’ha intenzion di lasciar da solo l’amico in necessità. “Come ti senti, Enebro?” L’aurea voce cristallina suscita interrogativo guardo nell’avvocato il qual, seduto a margine della tovaglia, inclina il capo distogliendo il volto. “Credo d’esser un po’ frastornato dai ricordi: è la prima volta che torno qui dopo aver concluso gli studi.” Il folletto nella sua minuta mole è in piedi di fronte al castano risultando di medesima altezza, gl’annuisce invitandol a continuar il suo dire. “Esplorai a fondo codesti luoghi assieme a Mariposa ma sovente venian anche Marisol e Finnian: un po’ mi mancano.” Enebro lascia trascorre ancor qualche istante pria di continuare. “Entrambi... Credi sia sbagliato che mi manchi anche lei?” Il convoluto capo del rosso si scote con scampanellio ovattato. “é normale, tu le volevi bene e hai vissuto bei momenti in sua compagnia.” “Non posso però escludere che anche allora stesse fingendo: dopo tutto da quando iniziò a lavorare n’ha fatto altro ch’usarmi, come posso esser sicuro che non lo facesse anche prima?” “Ancor era bambina, non conoscea a fondo l‘implicazioni del potere ed immagino non ne fosse ancor così tanto presa. Suppongo si rovinò frequentando con troppa leggerezza ambienti ove l’egoismo impera finendo sol dopo per divenir la famelica persona di cui mi parlasti.” “Ne sei davvero persuaso, papi?” Il sir annuisce. Il cipiglio ch’aggrotta l’altrui sopracciglia vien meno, la mandibola si rilassa ed un sorriso si fa strada sull’esigue labbra rugiadose. “Hai dormito un lungo inverno, disgela l’ali stellino.” Con agil capriola il silvestre sire s’aggrappa con le gambine ad un ramo del carrubo, porge ambo le mani al druido il qual gl’annuisce sciorinando gran sorriso così si lascia sollevar p’esser portato sulla cima dell’albero. Ritrovata la gioia della primavera dal petto del druido un canto sale, la voce troa il suo loco incoronando la natural orchestra del disgelo.

© Ed ora sciogliti i capelli, che ti coprano le spalle, che s'avvolgano ai tuoi fianchi, hai dormito un lungo inverno, ora vesti la tua gioia. Inginocchiati alla fonte e purifica le labbra dal sapore di quel sonno, hai sognato un lungo inverno, ora bevi la tua gioia. Ora sei la nube che va, sei l'erba, il fiore, l’uccello che oggi torna, Se sei uomo o donna, chissà, o la farfalla ch’oggi le ali disgela. ..e le tue mani sono dolci inganni. I tuoi passi non han tempo, stai vivendo senza età, puoi danzare fino a sera, puoi amare fino all'alba, che la gioia sia con te. ..e le tue mani sono dolci inganni. ©A.B.

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mr-cactis · 2 years

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I wrote Rosinha and Zé being a couple because I love wasting my time with something that no one will read yummy yummy I felt like I betrayed everyone.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39286212

I posted two more chapters of wips because I'm going to commit a crime now byeee /j

edit normally I notice that I posted something on the server but I was embarrassed this time PFFFFF

#My text #hi hello #:c #Wrinting

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maso-kitt · 17 days

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TWIN OCS WHO NEED NAMES!!!

They come from a world where they get left at school for detention which gets locked up due to a storm. The whole story revolves around the chaos that comes from a bunch of delinquents being stuck together for hours. The story is called LOSERCORE.

#art #artwork #original art #drawing #my oc art #oc #wrinting #story #losercore #twins #twin ocs

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itsragnary · 2 months

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Decidi que iria começar a escrever minhas notas durante o andamento da minha hq e um pouco da minha vida pessoal

Ultimamente dei uma esquecida no projeto e tudo que envolvia ele para tentar focar em mim mesmo, infelizmente, esse lance de acompanhar um servidor de minecraft acabou comigo de forma degradante, não imaginei que alguém que nem conheço poderiam fuder tanto com a minha cabeça ahsuahsu

Durante essa pausa e esquece absolutamente tudo, pensei em algumas interações entre os personagens da gangue! Apesar no rp eles estarem sempre vidrados, 100% chapados 24h por dia, queria por uma pitada de “seriedade” nos diálogos, uma equilibrada simples.

Por exemplo: a Exploding Kitties ser uma garota maluca, Jinx das ideias mas sempre ter um vazio no peito com o passar do tempo, ver que ela não sente o prazer em explodir coisas quando jovens mas ainda continuar pois se ela não fazer isso, quem irá fazer?

Ou o Ace que sempre está cuidando das coisas, sendo um mulherengo e um cara divertido, mesmo sendo medrosos é horrível na cozinha, ser o cara que tenta ao máximo dar uma vida boa para os seus irmãos menores para não sofrer o mesmo que viveu pro tanto tempo e no final, se acabar em desgraça.

Imaginei uma cena madrugadas atrás, do protagonista conversando com BK alguns dias depois de se instalar na mansão:

BK: Faz muito tempo que não paramos para tomar um chá e conversar, não é mesmo? [ ele serve uma xícara de chá para Memory, a porcelana é detalhada com pinturas de flores, parecia ser feito a mão cada detalhe. Memory pega com cuidado e bebe. O aroma era agradável mas o gosto era péssimo, Memory tenta disfarçar sua careta e BK ri suave, se servindo. ] Sua missão parece interessante.

Memory: Bom, ultimamente andei pesquisando sobre os membros da gangue, eles são mais interessante do que aparentam ser.

BK: Então achou um hobby, interessante!

Memory: É, no começo estive com um pouco de medo de andar por aí, sempre me observando, mas você mesmo disse antes de eu entrar: “você se acostuma rápido! Apenas me escute e tudo ficará bem!”

BK: E tudo está conforme os planos, como eu te disse.

[ Memory desviou o olhar, parecia incomodado, eles escondia algo do Bk mas ainda precisava saber mais sobre ele. ]

Memory: As vezes eu acho que você nem existe e tudo isso é apenas coisa da minha cabeça.

[ BK colocou a xícara sobre a mesa e o encarou. Estava presumindo que as memórias do rapaz estivesse em conflitos, o que infelizmente era normal. ]

Bk: as vezes eu também acho que não sou real, a imortalidade me castigou e estar preso num corpo morto que vaga por aí, minha alma presa nessa terra imunda e viver entre mortais. Ver os outros envelhecer e eu não me assusta. Mas tudo bem! [ ele sorri, parecendo um sábio. ] O propósito de cada está sendo comprido, te resgatar foi um grande propósito.

O meu problema é tentar fazer isso dar certo, sabe? Fazer esse diálogo (sem contexto pra não spoiler tantoooo) que é sério ser algo mais descontraído e sem ser chato de ler

É muito difícil encontrar uma leitura de hq boa que tenha, ou literalmente qualquer outro tipo de mídia

Tipo, você já viu alguma hq/mangá que tenta usar criminosos com humor ácido mas com o toque de seriedade? É raro! SuicideSquad é um dos pouquíssimos que eu li e gostei, mesmo que sentisse falta de algo a mais, sabe?

E em questão de desenho animado, surpreendentemente, Hazbin Hotel apesar de horrível, me deu ideias, me mostrou algo que eu definitivamente ao deveria fazer na minha hq HAUSHSUSUS XD

Sinto que pego pesado quando se trata desse projeto, mas eu estou com muito medo de falhar! Apesar de ser o meu primeiro, e saber que isso normalmente acontece, eu não quero que de errado, tudo precisa estar perfeito!! Mas não de forma exagerada, eu preciso manter isso em mente xd

Enfim, apenas notas! Beijos!!

#artists on tumblr #wrinting #oc #oc tag #my ocs #oc rp #ocs #hq #my comic #original rp #original comic #original character

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ishadash92 · 3 months

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Transitions from January to February first

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com (My weekly journal- What’s happening in my life!) I don’t know about your weather, but it’s raining here, too blurry to look through the window. When soupy noodles are the best-served dishes for it, hot chillies to fry your tongue, and I write more on this occasion. People ask me to read more about what I write when I post them online no one has that time to…

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#blogger #bookreader #books #bookworm #life memories #poetry #week dump #weekly reports #weeklydump #wordpress #wrinting #write more #writer #writerslife

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stoclav · 3 months

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today story idea

Write about a character who wouldn't hesitate one sec to protect his friend from a very dangerous monster and the army and when the army see him win, they take him away to use his power against the country's enemy.

#promps #history idea #tumblr writers #wrinting

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elsaasm · 9 months

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eyes colors

BLUE

GREEN

BROWN

BLACK

GREY

charcoal grey | cloudy grey | silver | smoky | platinum

OTHERS

#synonyms #writing help #wrinting #eyes

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fortheboys-forthegirls · 8 months

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#Poetry #poet #poem #wrinting #writer #lemon #sour #yellow

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newyggdrasil · 8 months

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Chapter 13 - Bedroom

They went up the stairs and left the adults alone.

Lunnec and Fenrir's room is on the third floor, all floor is for their family. One room for Asktré, one for them, and a bathroom. It's small but Fenrir likes it because he can see the city, even Treecentral, from their room window. Lunnec doesn't like it so much, but the place has some advantages for him.

Their room is simple but practical; a built-in closet, two beds, and a large table with two seats. The table was full of books, it is the place where usually they studied. Nevertheless, there were so many books because Fenrir was a book lover; fantasy, adventure, and sci-fi are his favorite literary genres.

"Men, it's about time you arranged your things. I'm tired that you take up the table," Lunnec said.

"This isn't fair, your room's side is worst," Fenrir replicated.

It was worst. There were underwear, t-shirts, and other clothes spread on the floor and Lunnec's bed. Even for what is a teenager's room.

"Yes, but I'm the older brother I have rights," Lunnec said while he gave him a knock on the head.

"Okay, okay. I arrange it," he yelled.

Fenrir leave his bowl on his bed, which was perfectly ordered, and moved some books. Then both sat down and began to eat the salad with the night city view in front of them. Lunnec finished fast but Fenrir was spinning the food.

"C'mon, I know that it wasn't good, but you have to eat," Lunnec said.

"Yes, sorry. I'm thinking about Dad," the boy said looking at his bow with a lifeless gaze.

"You think too much. You knew that Dad is very weird. That he can rejuvenate it's not a surprise."

"Why didn't he say nothing about it until now?"

"He seldom talks about his past. When I was a child, he was like that. I took long to get that he talked about my mo ..." Lunnec found talking about that with his little brother.

Both boys fell silent. Their mums were a hard topic. One that neither was prepared to talk in a mature way. Someone knocked on the door interrupting the cold situation.

Lunnec opened the door and there was a beautiful black girl in an empire-blue dress.

"Nodric," Lunnec said spellbound and his sword shacked due to his words, then he whistled and the sword stopped.

"Hi, Nodric," Fenrir said from the table.

"Hi Fenrir, how are you?

"Busy, he needs to read, a lot of homework delayed," Lunnec said while he pushed his brother out of the room and Nodric got in. "Get out, we need privacy," Lunnec whispered to his brother.

"But, what do you want me to do?" Fenrir replicated.

"I dunno. Wait, you can go to the secret table and read this book," Lunnec gave a book to his brother.

"I already read it."

"C'mon. If you do this for me I will owe you a favor. A big favor"

"Okey. But I won't forget it" Fenrir said while going down the stairs.

Lunnec closed the door, and he looked at the girl. Nodric is fifteen years old, and his eyes and hair are brown. She was dressed so impressed like always. She has the skill of weir the perfect clothes. His father is diplomatic, for this reason, she had learned about etiquette since her childhood, and using the appropriate outfit for each occasion is something that she considers very important.

"Well, your mother told me that you were in bed," Lunnec said trying to look cool.

"Yes, I'm going with my father to the school. The snobbish school waits for me," Nodric said while wandering for the room.

"This means that I couldn't see you for a time."

"Well, with my new school and your random trips for the world is likely that not," the girl came closer to Lunnec.

"My trips weren't random."

"Oh really, what did you happen this time?" She said putting her arms over his shoulders.

"Well. This time we were in Nidavellir, and there was a dwarf in a cave ..." The conversation was suddenly interrupted by a passionate kiss, making clear that the question had been out of courtesy.

At the same time, Fenrir arrived at the bar. The local was all out which made it easier that Cruzanda and Lena didn't see him. Sigrid wasn't a problem at that time she must have been drunk.

Fenrir decided to hide himself on the secret table. This is the name that Lunnec, Nodric, and Fenrir put on a table that it doesn't see from the bar and many places in the inn. This was the perfect place when they wanted to do something that their parents wouldn't like it.

He sat down at the table without noticing that there were two people, a woman and a man, occupying it. The man was twenty-something years and the woman was forty-something. The woman was already drunk, but the man was in a perfect state.

"What do you do kid? We don't want to play with you," the man said in a bad way. Then Fenrir saw Cruzanda passing near the table, and he hid with a folder. "Don't touch that brat!" the man said taking the folder from Fenrir's hands.

"Sorry," Fenrir said bowing his head.

"Don't worry kid, my assistant is unsociable," the woman was drunk and noticed. "You can stay, but we are speaking about boring themes."

"Doctor Karen, we are discussing the new investigation's data."

"Do we have some good results? Lars," Karen asked.

"Not, but we need to analyze the transdimensional fluctuations ..." Lars answered.

"That I said, boring themes."

"You aren't a normal doctor, are you?" Fenrir said while the woman laughed.

"I'm a doctorate in physics, specifically in transdimensional dynamics," she said.

"Then, do you build doors between realms? on the security posters of the train, they call them transdimensional jumpers," Fenrir asked fascinated with the conversation.

"Not kid, she studies how works our universe. And doctor Karen is the one of better specialists in this field. She is a genius," Lars said passionately.

"Calm boy. Actually, he has a reason, but I prefer not to brag," she said while looking at Fenrir, who seemed a little confused, "I know how you see clearly."

She put on the table a round copper object with a lot of stones of different colors embedded.

"What this is?" Fenrir asked with curiosity.

"This is a dimensional projector. It's similar to a door between realms but it works to study not for travel," she pressed a button on the side of the object and put her hand on the device. Suddenly, a second pale hand of another color appeared over the original hand. "This device allows you to see yourself in other realms that you have been. We have some bigger in the laboratory in the old mill."

"Can I try?" the child asked.

"Of course," Karen said while she continued explaining. "People think that they are traveling between realms; however, we exist in all the realms in a superposition state but we only can have a physical form in one. The doors change in what realm is your physical form."

The boy put his hand and appeared five hands more. Lars and Karen were surprised, adults that traveled more than three realms aren't common and children less. Fenrir saw the faces of disbelief and he blushed.

"Well, my father likes to trip," Fenrir said waiting that them not to ask more.

"I see" the doctor answered.

"I have an ask, and souls?" Fenrir asked to distract them.

"Good question. Don't exit the souls as such."

"But, our sál, draugr, and Helheim."

Lars got up while Karen and Fenrir kept talking.

"Okey, this is much more complicated. When someone dies, stop being in the superposition state, in the realm where you die stays your physical parts like your Lik or your Önd. The rest of you go to Helheim or Anlag where they stay like echoes of the persons. Not alive but not dead either, only a backup,"

"Then a draugr appears when our sál don't go to Anlag, do it?"

"You are a smart kid, but not always work in this way. Sometimes it is our minni, our memories, that stay. The natural process is that our lik, harm, and the rest of part of us gradually disappear into the twelve realms, when this doesn't happen, well, there are the valkyries to fix it," she took another sip after the lesson.

"Okey, I think I understand but, why this happens?" Fenrir needed to know more after that new discoveries.

"If you find out the answer, you must hide it," Karen said seriously.

"Why?" he said whispering.

"Because I would be without a job," and she started to laugh.

Then Lars approached the table.

"I already pay, can we leave, please?" Lars said.

"So young and so boring," Doctor Karen said.

Then a couple of people opened the door, and Fenrir saw his father getting into with a weird woman who had a bird on her shoulder.

"Fenrir, what do you do?" Asktré asked calmly but with anger in his eyes.

"Father, sorry. I thought; Lunnec said..."

"But your son would have to be older, wouldn't he?" Martinsa said.

Then Sigrid who was all night drunk in the top bar, approached them.

"Oh lady, this is the second," Sigrid said to Martinsa.

"Oh, my goddess, Sigrid? Long time no see you," Martinsa said surprised to see her friend so older.

"Oh hell, you don't see me this way. Some of us aren't immortal warriors or magical beings with powers of miraculous rejuvenation."

Both friends continued to talk while Asktré took his sons for his shoulder and they got up the stairs in silence. Then they arrived in the brother's room.

Asktré opened the door without knocking. Lunnec and Nodric were reclining on Fenrir's bed, the boy was shirtless kissing the girl.

"Ugg, gross, that is my bed," Fenrir said.

Both got up faster. Asktré didn't speak which unsettled them.

"Father, I can explain..." Lunnec said nervously "... I want to show her how my wounds were totally recovered."

"You hadn't wounded in your trunk," Asktré answered.

"Well, sir. I must go. I'm really sorry to bother you," Nodric said trying to be tender and polite. When got out of the door, she thought that she had gotten out.

"I will talk with your mother about this," Asktré said destroying her hopes.

"Yes sir. Good night, sir!" she said disappointed.

Then Lunnec put on his shirt and sit down in his bed. Fenrir did the same.

"Father, we don't want to make angry you," Lunnec said trying to relax the atmosphere.

"Really? I asked you for two things; eat and go to sleep. When I arrive, my little son was at a table with two drunks because my older son was having an affair with a girl in his bedroom."

"Sorry," Lunnec said hanging his head in shame

"Boy, we had a conversation about your duties. I see that I cannot trust you," he said looking at Lunnec, "and you, today someone speak about chains that I am starting to consider in buy," he said looking at Fenrir. "Now, to sleep. Tomorrow I will think about a suitable punishment."

Asktré closed the door with brusqueness. The boys were left alone in silence.

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