Cursed Blessing
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37
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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."
8
She gasped as the beast began to change, fur receded, claws disappear, its face shorted and soon a man lay where the beast was, a shifter. Walking up to him she brushed back the hair from his face. She knew that face, her goddess, Freya, had told her of him. This was her champion but what had happened. The beast was not supposed to be. Knowing she could not move him, she regained her feet and ran to get water then came back.
She tossed the water on his face to wash the powder away."Wake. But please do not change on me."
Out of reflex, the man sprung to his feet and looked around in confusion. His hair was untidy and dirty, he had not taken a bath in weeks. He missed the simple things like taking a bath and combing his hair and beard. For every Viking that was a mini ritual.
She jumped back, a small scream leaving her lips as he startled her moving so quickly. Pressing herself flat against the wall she watched him. Her eyes roamed him; he seemed healthy, unharmed, yet not well kept.
"You'd best behave or I will put you to sleep again only this time for a very long, long time."
He looked at her. “You should get out of here before it comes back” he said as he stared to walk in a random direction.
She folded her arms. "You will only get lost going that way. Anyways if it comes back I'll just put you back to sleep or use one of my other potions, now that I know they will work on you."
“You don’t know this creature. It adapts, and you won’t get a second chance using the same thing on it” he walked another way.
She shook her head. "It’s still the wrong way. I may not know the creature but I know you."
“Then you know to say away from me” he looked at the last path, then at her.
She trailed after him. "You are Freya's champion. What happened? Where did this beast come from? I am a shaman perhaps I can help."
“No one can help me; all I know is that that goddess of yours cursed me with this”
"Freya would do no such thing. You should be ashamed for saying such. And how do you know I cannot help. Have you gone to other shaman? "
“This is what happened right after she ‘blessed’ me, she is to blame for this curse. And if she isn’t, she has done nothing to fix the problem. I curse her name every day.” Just thinking about her made his anger rise. His frame increased in size as the sound of bones popping in the initial stages of change.
She stopped. "Control your anger. Control the beast it doesn’t control you." She took a step back. "Don't let it win."
“I can’t.” he went down on his knees and the change moved very rapidly, his face elongated into a snout, black fur sprang from his body, teeth lengthened and a growl escaped him.
She backed further away; her fingers worried the necklace around her neck. The necklace was a gift from Freya to her shaman. The stones that made up the necklace were each unique and held power in them. She was told to never remove it; doing so would insult the goddess. She looked down at it then at him, removing the necklace, she ran at him, slipping it over his head hoping his wicked teeth would not tear off a limb, and then quickly retreated. She hoped the necklace would help him. The magic in it was a protection; it kept a balance to the wearer.
She tossed the water on his face to wash the powder away."Wake. But please do not change on me."
Out of reflex, the man sprung to his feet and looked around in confusion. His hair was untidy and dirty, he had not taken a bath in weeks. He missed the simple things like taking a bath and combing his hair and beard. For every Viking that was a mini ritual.
She jumped back, a small scream leaving her lips as he startled her moving so quickly. Pressing herself flat against the wall she watched him. Her eyes roamed him; he seemed healthy, unharmed, yet not well kept.
"You'd best behave or I will put you to sleep again only this time for a very long, long time."
He looked at her. “You should get out of here before it comes back” he said as he stared to walk in a random direction.
She folded her arms. "You will only get lost going that way. Anyways if it comes back I'll just put you back to sleep or use one of my other potions, now that I know they will work on you."
“You don’t know this creature. It adapts, and you won’t get a second chance using the same thing on it” he walked another way.
She shook her head. "It’s still the wrong way. I may not know the creature but I know you."
“Then you know to say away from me” he looked at the last path, then at her.
She trailed after him. "You are Freya's champion. What happened? Where did this beast come from? I am a shaman perhaps I can help."
“No one can help me; all I know is that that goddess of yours cursed me with this”
"Freya would do no such thing. You should be ashamed for saying such. And how do you know I cannot help. Have you gone to other shaman? "
“This is what happened right after she ‘blessed’ me, she is to blame for this curse. And if she isn’t, she has done nothing to fix the problem. I curse her name every day.” Just thinking about her made his anger rise. His frame increased in size as the sound of bones popping in the initial stages of change.
She stopped. "Control your anger. Control the beast it doesn’t control you." She took a step back. "Don't let it win."
“I can’t.” he went down on his knees and the change moved very rapidly, his face elongated into a snout, black fur sprang from his body, teeth lengthened and a growl escaped him.
She backed further away; her fingers worried the necklace around her neck. The necklace was a gift from Freya to her shaman. The stones that made up the necklace were each unique and held power in them. She was told to never remove it; doing so would insult the goddess. She looked down at it then at him, removing the necklace, she ran at him, slipping it over his head hoping his wicked teeth would not tear off a limb, and then quickly retreated. She hoped the necklace would help him. The magic in it was a protection; it kept a balance to the wearer.