‘’Tell me
Walthon, what have you heard of the old gods?’’
The voice
came cold, as always, and calculated to disrupt the repetitive sound of leather
rubbing against leather. Walthon tilted his head, turning his gaze away from
the task at hand of mending the hilt of his (not so) newly acquired dagger. And
all the tales this weapon could tell, Walthon thought. From the day of its
rebirth, baptized in the blood of its former master the moment Walthon removed
it from the frozen hand of the Snake’s guard and up till now, it has been put
to much use. Walthon wanted to believe it was of ’’good’’ use, but in partial denial
of the opposite, he fell content with ‘’ much’’.
‘’Well?’’ ‘’Do I need to repeat myself?’’ Krystal asked, the slight hint of frustration and sarcasm did not go unnoticed. It lashed at him with almost a physical effect, it was enough to jolt him off his private thoughts.
Walthon
knew better than to antagonize her. Not on this subject at least. He had
witnessed first hand the power of the winter goddess. ‘’Dear Walthon I want you
to forget what you think you might know about history. After all it’s only what
the people who won want us to think that happened… But we know better now, don’t
we?’’ Krystal raised a questioning brow. There was only silence.
He side
glanced at the woman standing only a few steps beside him.
‘’Well?’’ ‘’Do I need to repeat myself?’’ Krystal asked, the slight hint of frustration and sarcasm did not go unnoticed. It lashed at him with almost a physical effect, it was enough to jolt him off his private thoughts.
Taking a
moment to gaze upon her perfect form he had no choice but to pause yet
again.The porcelain-like face framed by long,wavy,raven black hair. The cherry lips.
The slim waist. The feminine curved body that could fill a man with lust. And
the eyes, the eyes like two black orbs that one could loose himself inside
them. But Walthon knew better, oh he had seen. He had seen those same eyes grow
cold blue. He had seen those same lips move in prayer. And above all he knows what
they could do when put to use.
Walthon
quickly fought for an answer as he felt the weight of her will bearing on him. ‘’Yes,
mam, of course’’ he managed in a thick accent. ‘’Who hasn’t’’ he went on. ‘’Mother
used to tell…’’
‘’It’s all
lies you know’’ Krystal cut in.
Walthon
knew better than to antagonize her. Not on this subject at least. He had
witnessed first hand the power of the winter goddess. ‘’Dear Walthon I want you
to forget what you think you might know about history. After all it’s only what
the people who won want us to think that happened… But we know better now, don’t
we?’’ Krystal raised a questioning brow. There was only silence.
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