The hunter had no words left for the god. Every syllable spoken by the bringer of life only cemented the decision in Noah's heart. It was all heavy, still, upon his shoulders. He wanted to say more, wanted to do more, but as Vi reached out for his hand and Noah took it there was no time. Electricity rippled throughout his core and across bones, vibrating sinew and muscle.
Then everything went dark.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the hunter awoke. The sun was hazy above him, and he blinked away the snowflakes that fell on his face. Eira shifted next to him, and as Noah lifted his head and sat up, he noticed that she had created a well-worn path around him. Noah lifted his hand to his head, brushing back blond hair. He blinked, head swiveling as he took in what was around him. He had only seen the sight once, but even as people rushed out to see if he was okay, he knew where he was.
He knew who he needed to find. FIN
Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm |
