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1000 YEARS AGO
My family and I made camp in the woods close to the battlegrounds. The
lands of Atbringer would be nourished by blood for decades to come.
Blood spilled by my hand. My teeth.
Miles sat beside Fabian on a log as they spoke in low murmurs, but I
kept away from them, my back to the circle we’d formed under the waning
moon.
Clarice moved to my side, taking my hand in hers. “We had to kill them
or they would have killed us.”
“Every war is the same,” I said darkly. “Who is it we’re fighting for? I
don’t see worthy creatures sitting here. I see monsters made by a wrathful
god.”
“We are your family,” she urged, squeezing my fingers. “I love you and
our brothers more than anything. We can’t let the slayers win.”
“Maybe they should win,” I muttered. “Did you see what I became
today?”
Clarice rested her head on my shoulder and her golden locks cascaded
down my arm, her closeness bringing some measure of peace to my soul. I
had gone so long without contact, and her touch was a balm against my
skin, even if the two of us were as cold as ice. We were clean at least after
we’d washed the blood from our bodies in an icy river. We were immune to
the freezing water, and it haunted me that I would never feel the warmth of
summer, nor the bite of frost again.
“You’re a good man, Erik,” Clarice promised, and I released a dry laugh.
“Good? How can you think that? I am a vessel for Andvari to fill with
blood.”
“If we’re his pawns, perhaps it’s not our fault,” she murmured, a note of
hope gilding her voice.
“Many men before us have blamed the gods for their misgivings. That
does not make them right. We still have free will.” I toyed with the blade in
my hand. One strike, deep and true, would end my plague on this world.
But the afterlife would bring me no peace. What I had done would leave a
permanent stain on my ruinous soul and I would pay for it if I ever stepped
beyond death. Remaining here in this body didn’t seem like a better
alternative though. And at least if I was in the depths of Náströnd being
punished for my crimes, I could no longer kill innocent people.
Clarice gripped the hilt of my blade, prising it from my fingers. “Do not
do something foolish. I love you, brother. You mustn’t give up.”
An ache grew in my heart. “I cannot remain like this, Clarice. I thought
perhaps changing the slayer warrior into one of us was the answer. But here
we are, still in our cursed forms. It has changed nothing, and I have cursed
another soul.”
“That slayer may have destroyed the last of the clans by now,” Fabian
called. “It could have changed everything. If the slayers are all dead, there
will be no one left to hunt or persecute us.”
I didn’t turn to him, growing irritated by his lack of guilt.
“Your priorities are all wrong, Fabian,” I snarled, gazing at the dirt by
my feet.
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