Female mystical power. The sacred sword of fire. Protection from evil.
Beside her, Erik opened his eyes. He looked up at her with such love on his face that she wanted to weep.
He touched her cheek and smiled, and she went into his arms for a tight embrace. Everywhere her skin touched his, she felt a tingling of power, as if she was filled with mystical fire that burned brighter when he was near.
“What happened? How did we get here? The last thing I remember, we were at the house, and everything had just burned up.”
“We prevented the Draugr from raising Hakon,” he said simply, as if that explained it all.
“But...” She touched the tattoos on his chest and on her arms. “I don’t understand. What is this?”
He sat up and took her hands. “You remember me telling you about the old gods, how they could only continue for as long as they were melded with the souls of the Draugr. Right?”
She nodded.
“The gods with whom we were merged all those centuries ago rose up to help us, along with the All-Father.”
“Odin.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand.”
He smiled. “You’re still trying too hard to think with a modern mind. Not everything makes rational sense. In the world, remember, there is as much of the spirit as of the physical. Mortal minds cannot measure both.”
Beside the bed, leaning on the wall with its point in the carpet, the Rune Sword sat placidly. The Soul Stone was quiet and dull, no light shining in its depths. She looked at it in confusion, then back at him.
“You, my darling, have taken a big step into a world you ever knew existed, but which has been waiting for you since you were reborn into this life.” He smiled. “Do you believe me when I say that I love you?”
She smiled back, slowly. “Of course.”
“Then believe me now when I say this: because you are Chosen, and because you have drunk the dreyri, you will never be the same.”
Nika touched his arm, running her hands along the skin and the well-formed muscles beneath. He was distracting just by being there.
“Am I truly a Draugr?”
“Yes. You truly are.”
She put her fingers to her teeth, but they felt no different than they had before. He chuckled.
“Some changes haven’t taken hold yet, but they will do so as time goes on. The important thing is that your soul has been awakened, and the power that you have always had has been set free.” He pressed his hand to her chest, resting his palm above her heart. “You and I, Nika… we are meant to be. We are soulmates.”
“This is all so hard to understand,” she said, shaking her head. Her scarlet hair fell over her shoulder, a curtain over her face that he brushed away, tucking it behind her ear.
“You need understand only this: we are immortal, and you are my love, and the gods have blessed us.”
She pulled him into her arms, kissing him. He bore her gently down to the mattress, rolling her onto her back and leaning over her, his hand still cupping her head.
“I love you,” she told him. “You are my Chosen.”
“You are my life,” he told her.
Her moved closer, and they were soon entangled in one another again, their physical loving echoed by the pulsing power in their breasts. Their souls united even while their bodies connected, making love on two levels.
As he moved within her, he breather, “You are my soul.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him as close as she could, giving herself to him, body, heart and spirit.
Against the wall, the Rune Sword glowed.
Epilogue
The museum workers finished putting glass panel into place, once more sealing the pressurized chamber that held the Rune Sword in place. The ancient Viking weapon gleamed in the light of the pinpoint spotlights that illuminated the runes on its blade.
“There,” the curator said, satisfied. “Safe and sound, back where it belongs.”
The representative of the Royal Stockholm Museum nodded. “I’m very grateful that the sword was found in one piece.”
“Your agent, Mr. Thorvald, had a great deal to do with that.”
“Ah, yes,” the representative mused. “Mr. Thorvald. I shall have to find him to thank him personally.”
“Oh, is he no longer in town, Mr.…?”
“Sigurd,” the man replied.
The curator admired the sword. “What do those runes say, anyway? My assistant used to read runes, but I’m afraid Latin is far more my style.”
The Swede smiled, his narrow face an unlikely home for so friendly an expression. “It says ‘united forever.’ Strange, don’t you think, for an ornamental weapon intended for a burial?”
“Well,” the curator said, “perhaps it has a spiritual significance.”
They walked away together, the Swede folding his hands behind his back. A runic tattoo peeked out beneath his shirt cuff.
“Most things do, my friend,” he said. “Most things do.”
*****
THE END
Awakened
By:
Amelia Wilson
Contents:
Copyright
Preface
Chapter-1 Michael
Chapter-2 Michael
Chapter-3 Sharon
Chapter-4 Sharon
Chapter-5 Michael
Chapter-6 Sharon
Chapter-7 Sharon
Chapter-8 Michael
Chapter-9 Sharon
Chapter-10 Sharon
Chapter-11 Sharon
Chapter-12 Michael
Chapter-13 Sharon
Chapter-14 Sharon
Chapter-15 Michael
Chapter-16 Sharon
Chapter-17 Michael
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Preface
Hi. I am Sharon Esther, and my new life starts in this new town. Damster High, my new university, is the dream of every studious person. I have heard about this college so much, but the hell did I know, I would have to endure being with this… person, Michael Starton. He’s a douchebag; an utter stuck up senior but I couldn’t help myself being attracted to him. But, I have a boyfriend now. I don’t know what his intentions are, but I feel so connected to him, like this is what is destined to be. How will I survive this, when he might just want to get in my pants?
Chapter-1 Michael
“No, I have not done anything to regret, My Lord. She was just a toddler! How can I be so merciless?” The angel asked in a calm voice.
“Methius, your duty was to bring her soul to heaven, toddler or not. You are not a baby who we have to teach the karma of the soul, which decides how long the man will be staying on earth. That is not within your rank to make such a judgement.” The Lord answered in an authoritative tone.
“I do not want to be in such a cruel duty as in your Lord’s! There are many souls upon earth whose bodies are old and sickly, and in pain. The Great Lord ignores them. They are praying for us to release them from the pain, yet we are taking away the souls of those whose bodies are young and have not yet seen anything of life. I refuse to serve you.” The angel shouted rebelliously.
Methius could not contain his anger. That day, he’d had to bring the soul from a child’s body. The girl had been so small, walking with her mother on the graveled path, smiling beautifully. He always hated the duty of bringing souls to heaven, when it was those whose bodies were young. He knew the consequences of refusing to abide by the Great Lord’s guidelines but now, he couldn’t care less.
> “Very well then, Methius! I banish you to the land of the humans. You will have to serve four labors—“
The sounds of the chirping of the birds came into my ear, and I awoke from my dream into the bright sunlight. I never understood why I had the same dream which abruptly cut off just in that particular scene, and I was also confused about the fact that that angel resembled me in too many ways to be a hallucination – every single time. I slowly sat up and chuckled to myself. Thinking about me, THE Michael Starton to be an angel and you will no doubt laugh too. I am the worst person alive in my college (probably); I use offensive language, I don’t remember how many girls cried because of me, I do drugs and pick up fights. There’s no way I can be an angel, and yet God – if he even exists - makes me see this same dream over and over and over again.
Even if by chance I end up in heaven, the people there will throw me back into the hell’s fire the second they take a closer look at what I’ve done.
I stretched and let it go since I had to get ready for college. The fuckers wouldn’t spare me if I am late on the first day of my second semester. I took a quick bath and some basic breakfast of a banana and a packet of milk. I dressed myself up in my favorite jeans and a black t-shirt. What? Guys can also have favorites regarding what they wear! I don’t like to look like some messy old hag. I am very organized.
I quickly locked my front door as I ran down the stairs, jingling my car keys. With the typical wealthy parents that I had, they had spoilt me with all of the luxuries in life. I drove an expensive Lamborghini about which most of the guys my age, could only dream about, and I had my house.
As I parked in front of my college, Damster High, I could see several new faces. Coming out of my car, I was met with a few awestruck faces of the other boys, which was probably because of my expensive car. The murmurs among the girls didn’t go unnoticed too as I walked by them. I know I am hot girls.’ You don’t have to discuss that so much’, I secretly smirked at myself.
“Man, where were you? Rather, who were you with? We are second semester people here, and we have to fulfill the ritual. How can you be late?” Tim asked, as he walked over to me with Hans and Lee behind him. They were my partners in crime.
“I wasn’t with anyone. I took a day off from my big night chores. Come on; I am not that late to get THAT look from you. Let’s go and find the freshers.” I said, ignoring the daggers that Tim was shooting with his eyes at the back of my head. We walked into the cafeteria together.
Lee took on the duty of informing the new people of our arrangement as he climbed onto the table in the middle. He shouted to everyone to pay attention to him and just like that, every face turned to look at him including the students in our semester.
“I want each and every fresher to come forward,” The freshers came around the table obediently. “We have a ritual of assigning some easy tasks to the new boys and girls. You people are to complete these tasks before moving towards your classes. And any new student seen to leave this place without performing something for us is going to be punished. Our classmates will decide the punishment for them. So I want the senior guys and girls to keep an eye on these people and bring the other new ones here as well.” Lee said, with amusement in his voice.
Some of the guys smirked at this while worried murmurs erupted from the girls.
The new people had horrified faces at the mention of doing tasks. We didn’t do fully fledged ragging, but small jobs were given for them to perform all the same.
“So, let’s start with you then, nerd,” Tim said as we took up the seats around the table that Lee was previously standing upon. This was going to be amusing.
Chapter-2 Michael
Tim had pointed out to a nerdy-looking guy with big, round glasses which would put even the glasses Harry Potter wore, to shame. His pants were worn too high, and his glasses were perched too low, and it looked so funny. He had come forward slowly with his eyes big and fearful. Hans finally decided to speak up.
“I want you to be our waiter for as long as we stay here. You can only leave when we say so. Is that clear?” When the boy nodded his head, Hans continued, “Now, go bring plain milk coffees for us with biscuits. Don’t try to run,” he added, while the poor boy went to tend to the business. Wasn’t a very hard task, was it?
“Now, pretty girl with brown curls, come here,” I pointed out to a girl standing in the middle of the crowd with her friends. She probably thought she was going to be spared, but sweetheart, that is not going to happen. As she came forward, Lee gestured to another guy to come forward at the same time.
“How about this dude does strip dancing while this girl sings for us?” Tim asked.
“Now that’s a marvelous idea,” Hans commented from beside us. The nerdy guy had brought in our order and took his place in front of the crowd, ready to be called on again.
The look on the guy’s face, which we had asked to do strip dancing was so precious, I couldn’t keep from laughing. He looked like he was going to cry when we asked him to start dancing. The girl had a horrible voice and the guy really couldn’t dance and don't even know how to strip properly. Had he never had hot passionate moments? If he hadn’t, then I can understand his lack of stripping speed. Just as everyone was laughing at their misery, two new figures entered the cafeteria. Two girls to be exact and one of them caught my eye. She walked in with her friend like she didn’t give a fuck. Her friend, on the other hand, looked like she was about to faint. The girl who caught my eye was dark and wavy-haired with a small, lovely frame just the way I liked. She was wearing a small yet classy type of dress which didn’t reveal much yet looked sexy, and might I add, cute. She didn’t even give a glance towards us as she walked straight up to the cafeteria. In the meantime, her friend was whispering something to her.
“Hey, you there.” Her friend glanced at us and nudged the girl. Finally, she looked towards us. “You, come here.” I gestured with my hand. Lee had also noticed my interest towards the girl and smirked as they came forward.
“What will your name be?” I asked, showing them my smile, which had so many girls fawning over me. My smile was the most complimented on attribute of my body, but my most prized possession, of course, was currently tucked securely in my pants.
“Sharon Esther.” The dark-haired girl said with defiance as she crossed her arms over her chest. That made her boobs pucker out a bit more, and this is probably the first time I am saying this, but the girl looked so cute in the way she was standing.
“Sharon, how about you kiss my friend here?” Lee chirped up from beside me as he pointed his finger in my direction. Way to go Lee! He understood me so well.
“How about your friend kisses my ass?” came her calm reply. Wow, she has some attitude. What girl on earth would not like to kiss me? Would not like to kiss THE Michael Starton?
“Sure babe, just tell me when and where you would like me to kiss your ass?” I smirked as I stood up from the chair I was sitting on before. Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd of students still standing.
“How about now and here,” she replied, with one of her smirks. Her friend was dumbfounded as her mouth fell open and she stared with big round eyes at Sharon.
“Gladly.” I imagined she didn’t think I would come closer to her, but to my surprise as I did, she slapped me. My head turned to the other side from the impact of her palm with my cheek. Now the gasps were louder, and Sharon flipped her hair back as she walked away from the scene like a heroine who had just saved the world. Her friend followed closely. The shame and anger which bubbled up inside me were more than enough for me to go and tackle her to the ground. I just wanted to take away her pride. The boys, understanding what I was going through, immediately shooed off the crowd from the cafeteria, and soon we were alone. My hands were clenching beside me.
Chapter-3 Sharon
“Shar, you just slapped a senior. We have to be with him for two years before he leaves. What were you thinking?” Mirabelle was on the verge of p
ulling out my hair from its roots. She had big brown eyes, and her hands were comically lifted up and down in frustration as she whisper-shouted at me.
“I taught the bully a lesson. I don’t care if I have to be with him for another two years. I can easily handle people like him. He needs nothing but a proper opponent to show him his place,” I said arrogantly. I am normally not like this, but that guy just pissed me off. I hated obnoxious, arrogant, rich boys. How could he ask to kiss me for a ritual of bullying? Okay, his friend told me to kiss him, but that information is a minor one, and we can ignore it. Right?
“You’re an idiot! Why on earth did I have to meet you? Why are you my best friend? Oh god, just why?” Now Mirabelle was pulling on her own hair. She is a character who came out of a comic book. I giggled at this thought.
“Why are you laughing?” Mirabelle asked, slightly irritated.
“Nothing babe, I just love you,” I put my arm around her and brought her head close to my shoulder, hugging her. She can never be angry with me when I did that. It was like a switch to turn off her anger.
“Now, don’t try that trick on me. It’s too old.”
We both giggled at this. Currently, we were walking to our first class; Maths. I hadn’t had any breakfast, and because of that guy with the too pointy nose, I didn’t have the chance to get some cafeteria food . Just as we took a seat in the middle row in the class, my stomach decided to growl loudly. Ugh, I hate you, too-pointy-nose guy. Seriously, his nose was very pointy; it seemed like someone pulled at it with a pincer when he was a baby.
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