Skyzwe
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
675
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Skyzwe
1. Questions Unanswered
Why had his lord summoned him? He was but a lesser servant and unaccustomed to such events; he wasn't even fully elven and while his martial skills were far beyond those of a Midgaard creature, they were only a fraction of the Aesir, yet it was him, a half-breed ljosalfr who was summoned before Frej, Lord of Alfheim, for assignment. Nervously, he marched up to the Gates of Alfheim for the first time in ages and asked for passage to see his lord. He was admitted and stepped into the warm halls, feeling how the smell of smoke and mead that permeated the place brought back ancient memories of his youth here. “My Lord, Yngve-Frej, I have returned on your order!” he cried across the room to the god. The beautiful man lifted his gaze to see who was addressing him, “Ah, I see you have come? Skyzwe, was it?” the young elf fell on his knees as he heard his lord address him by name, why would his lord concern himself with the name of a subject of so little importance, this was certainly unusual, but the elf kept his head bowed and mumbled in confirmation.
“As my wife told you, I have an assignment for you,” thoughts raced through the elf’s head, he knew that it had not been an Aesir that had brought him the message, but that it had been Freja herself meant that this had been a matter of some urgency. “Normally, I would not recall someone who travels Midgaard to keep it safe from the denizens of Udgaard, but this task could be trusted to no other than you. An… associate of your sisters has come into my court seeking you, it seems that your sister was harmed by a group of Jætter…” Skyzwe’s head flew up in terror and surprise; his daughter had been able to take care of herself before, why had she been so foolish? “And, while she survived the experience, her emotional wounds will heal slower than her physical ones. My wife Freja and a few of her close servants will make sure she makes a full recovery, but the task she was on cannot be delayed. You must travel with her associate and join her other comrades and finish what she cannot.
”I could have sent others, I suppose, but I chose you because…” his Lord was cut short as a one-eyed man in tattered clothing and mismatched boots stepped out beside him, “because I told you this was the one I needed.” Frej looked away, seemingly offended yet not willing to throw out this vagrant from his court, though tradition would have allowed him to without loss of honour. “Also…” the stranger said, almost purring, “the honour of your kin has been violated by our common enemies, and it is time to reclaim it.”
“Milord Frej?”
“I already said that you should go with this man.”
“I know. I just wanted to thank you.”
“For what?”
“For my sisters health and giving me a chance to give restitution.”
Spending a few hours looking at his baby sisters bruised body and listening to her weep in her sleep, he didn’t want to wake her. She had never let him see her tears, and he wouldn’t embarrass her now. He kissed her on the forehead and walked out of her room again.
“Tell her I was here and what I have left to do.”
“She already knows,” the one-eyed man said.
Skyzwe turned his head just in time to see his sister close her eyes again.
Why had his lord summoned him? He was but a lesser servant and unaccustomed to such events; he wasn't even fully elven and while his martial skills were far beyond those of a Midgaard creature, they were only a fraction of the Aesir, yet it was him, a half-breed ljosalfr who was summoned before Frej, Lord of Alfheim, for assignment. Nervously, he marched up to the Gates of Alfheim for the first time in ages and asked for passage to see his lord. He was admitted and stepped into the warm halls, feeling how the smell of smoke and mead that permeated the place brought back ancient memories of his youth here. “My Lord, Yngve-Frej, I have returned on your order!” he cried across the room to the god. The beautiful man lifted his gaze to see who was addressing him, “Ah, I see you have come? Skyzwe, was it?” the young elf fell on his knees as he heard his lord address him by name, why would his lord concern himself with the name of a subject of so little importance, this was certainly unusual, but the elf kept his head bowed and mumbled in confirmation.
“As my wife told you, I have an assignment for you,” thoughts raced through the elf’s head, he knew that it had not been an Aesir that had brought him the message, but that it had been Freja herself meant that this had been a matter of some urgency. “Normally, I would not recall someone who travels Midgaard to keep it safe from the denizens of Udgaard, but this task could be trusted to no other than you. An… associate of your sisters has come into my court seeking you, it seems that your sister was harmed by a group of Jætter…” Skyzwe’s head flew up in terror and surprise; his daughter had been able to take care of herself before, why had she been so foolish? “And, while she survived the experience, her emotional wounds will heal slower than her physical ones. My wife Freja and a few of her close servants will make sure she makes a full recovery, but the task she was on cannot be delayed. You must travel with her associate and join her other comrades and finish what she cannot.
”I could have sent others, I suppose, but I chose you because…” his Lord was cut short as a one-eyed man in tattered clothing and mismatched boots stepped out beside him, “because I told you this was the one I needed.” Frej looked away, seemingly offended yet not willing to throw out this vagrant from his court, though tradition would have allowed him to without loss of honour. “Also…” the stranger said, almost purring, “the honour of your kin has been violated by our common enemies, and it is time to reclaim it.”
“Milord Frej?”
“I already said that you should go with this man.”
“I know. I just wanted to thank you.”
“For what?”
“For my sisters health and giving me a chance to give restitution.”
Spending a few hours looking at his baby sisters bruised body and listening to her weep in her sleep, he didn’t want to wake her. She had never let him see her tears, and he wouldn’t embarrass her now. He kissed her on the forehead and walked out of her room again.
“Tell her I was here and what I have left to do.”
“She already knows,” the one-eyed man said.
Skyzwe turned his head just in time to see his sister close her eyes again.