Cursed Blessing
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Legends/Myths/Lore
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
37
Views:
2,899
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0
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"Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited."
5
The small boy was practically stiff with excitement, he wanted to hear more and this story was starting kind of dull. He wanted to see the hero fight. “How strong was this… Cham… Champoo? ” he asked the story teller, struggling with the word.
The boys question caught her attention. "He was a champion of beasts. He was strong as bear, fast as cheetah, cunning as the fox and fierce as a wolf. His name spread as fast as wildfire upon land and sea. None stood in his way and true to her word not a weapon could touch him."
“Have you seen a god?” he asked, her wealth of info had sparked the questions inside of him.
She smiled. "I\'ve seen many things little one. The gods are as real as you make them."
“Really? Have you met this… Peya? ”
"Freya was a goddess and she had women who served her as hand maidens. They were powerful shaman who spoke for her. They wore necklaces that had symbols of their status. Like this." She pulled out her necklace to show the boy. Beads of different colors some with images carved into them. "I was her shaman so yes little one I have seen her."
“Woooooah!” all the children around exclaimed and hurried up to her. “Do you know magic?” they all asked.
"So you want to see magic do you? Well listen and watch. I am sure you will see some tonight. For our story has only begun. For that day he was blessed he was also cursed. One that caused him pain for it could not be controlled. When the curse was upon him, any who stood in his way perished. He sometimes could not tell who was enemy and who was friend."
The fire rose again. Images of battles, cries of death, snarls and howls could be heard.
Most of the adults had doubts about the existence of magic and so on, but here were a few who held the very special gene, a gene of the Were. The children were now silent and looked into the fire and listened to the older lady.
“The Viking champion over time could not take the pain, the loss of so many. He went in search of answers. He went in search of Freya’s shaman. And he found her.”
The boys question caught her attention. "He was a champion of beasts. He was strong as bear, fast as cheetah, cunning as the fox and fierce as a wolf. His name spread as fast as wildfire upon land and sea. None stood in his way and true to her word not a weapon could touch him."
“Have you seen a god?” he asked, her wealth of info had sparked the questions inside of him.
She smiled. "I\'ve seen many things little one. The gods are as real as you make them."
“Really? Have you met this… Peya? ”
"Freya was a goddess and she had women who served her as hand maidens. They were powerful shaman who spoke for her. They wore necklaces that had symbols of their status. Like this." She pulled out her necklace to show the boy. Beads of different colors some with images carved into them. "I was her shaman so yes little one I have seen her."
“Woooooah!” all the children around exclaimed and hurried up to her. “Do you know magic?” they all asked.
"So you want to see magic do you? Well listen and watch. I am sure you will see some tonight. For our story has only begun. For that day he was blessed he was also cursed. One that caused him pain for it could not be controlled. When the curse was upon him, any who stood in his way perished. He sometimes could not tell who was enemy and who was friend."
The fire rose again. Images of battles, cries of death, snarls and howls could be heard.
Most of the adults had doubts about the existence of magic and so on, but here were a few who held the very special gene, a gene of the Were. The children were now silent and looked into the fire and listened to the older lady.
“The Viking champion over time could not take the pain, the loss of so many. He went in search of answers. He went in search of Freya’s shaman. And he found her.”