She was born into the world, small and crying for her mother; a small and wriggling ball of flesh and tears. Her mother looked upon her with a smile, her small child she would only see for a short time. She held unto that treasure as her mate stood beside her. A big grin on his face which shortly ago was plastered with worry and fear. They both looked down upon their child as she cuddled against her mother's breast, seeking warmth and worn out from her journey. "Her name will be Frejya," her mother whispered against her husband's cheek, sighing happily and recieving a tender hug and kiss from him. "She's perfect," he held out his finger, which the little one grasped with her small hand.
"Mommy, Mommy!" a little girl screamed, she was of four years. A tiny ball of energy with a loud voice that could reach over mountains. Her mother looked to her from underneath the shade of a large oak tree, her short white hair danced around her paled smiling face. Frejya jumped upon her mother's lap with a shrill giggle and recieved a tender pat on her head. "Mommy, are woo fweeing bedder yed?" she question, her bright and large eyes looked up to her mother with slight worry. Her mother only nodded and spoke to her in her usual soft tone. "I'm feeling much better my darling, soon I will be able to run around and play with you all the time," Frejya beamed and held out a small flower to her mother. "Fwo woo!" Her mother took the flower with a smile and kissed her daughter gently. "It's beautiful, thank you," with that, they laid underneath the tree and enjoyed the peaceful summer breeze.
It rained hard that day, as if sensing the sadness of the pack as they mourned. Frejya watched as they lowered her mother's body into the ground, her frail body surrounded by a bed of flowers. They paled in comparison to her beauty in the packs' eyes. "Daddy, sdob bem, Mommy cand be down dere, sdob dem Daddy!" Frejya pulled on her father's robe, desperately trying to convince him that she didn't belong there. Her father scooped her up in his arms, shielding her from the sight as she kicked and screamed. "NO! SDOB DEM! MOMMY CANB BREAB DOWN DERE!!" She cried as the rain poured down on the from above, her mother's body was covered in dirt and rocks were placed above her grave. Her father silently cried, as his love was buried beneath their feet and as his child screamed and cried in his arms till she could no more and passed out on his chest. Today was a day Frejya would go without a mother, and would soon learn what the consequences of death were.
Now at the age of six Frejya was taught the ways of her kingdom, many days she would go with her father and learn their territory. She was also bonded with her own partner, a small black wolf which she named Hanz. He was a noble and loyal partner, who always was by her side. They would sleep together and explore their homeland alongside one another. Today though, was a very important day to her kind. She was selected by the grand high elders, the oldest and wisest of the pack. They looked down at her from their large stone sittings, eyes bright and glaring down at her. "Frejya, daughter of Aslynn and of Rogan, you have been chosen to uphold our sacred tradition," the elder's voice was deep and foreboding, a voice that foretold something of importance.
Frejya looked up at them, her small body felt frozen underneath their gazes. "You will perform the moon ritual as your mother before you had done, and you will do so until the day you die, do you accept this honor?" Frejya knelt down with her fist placed upon her chest, she looked up at them, a fierce determination in her golden eyes. "I accept," and with that, she was dismissed by them and her father prepared her. She was dressed in a small blue dress and bracelets were placed upon her wrists and ankles. Her father looked down upon his child, kissing her forehead and smiling his famous wolfish grin. "I'm proud of you, it's a bit scary but I'll be with you ok?" Frejya smiled and hugged her father neck, nuzzling her face in his hair. "I know Daddy, thank you," she whispered in his ear, recieving a big reasssuring hug from him.
She walked alongside her father, down the sacred path to the altar, their clan watching them as they passed. One boy in particular watched her atop his father's shoulders. "That's Frejya, our princess, it's said she was chosed to carry out the moon ritual, isn't she beautiful?" The boy nodded at his father's words, staring at the girl with large blue eyes. She turned as if sensing his eyes and smiled at him, his small heart siezing up momentarily. "P-Pop?" he gulped. His father looked up as if trying to see him. "What is it Kiel?" The boy held his chest briefly. "My heart just squeezed," this resulted in his father laughing loudly.
Frejya walked up to the stone alter, her father kneeling with his head bowed down. She shook slightly as she held her nail to her wrist. "I-I offer my blood, as the life source of my pack," she slit her wrist and watched as the thin line swelled up with blood and slid down her arm to drip on the ground. "I give my own source of life to you so that we are connected by this blood bond," she watched as the blood pooled in her small hands. "I partake in the offering and share the rest with you," she drank some of the liquid and nearly wretched as she felt it slide down her throat. She then poured the rest of the handful into a small silver bowl at the bottom of the stone alter. "I now offer you my hair," she cut her long silver strands away and watched as they floated to the top of the alter through the means of the wind. "As part of my body, so that you have a piece of me to hold unto to so that you may weave the moonlight," Frejya looked up at the stone alter, only the silence of the night answered her back.
Her blood reflected the moon in it's crimson, and suddenly, as if being drunk, it slowly sunk into the bowl and disappeared. The sight of it made her blood run cold, and her skin to rise. Frejya's hair upon the altar seemed to burn in the moonlight, slowly evaporating into the night air. When everything seemed to die down, her father laid a hand upon her shoulder, as if trying to console her. "It's a scary sight, but you will get used to it," she looked up at him then held his hand, shaking slightly in fear. She knew she would never get used to the sight. While they walked, she fainted into her father's arms from the blood loss and the shock of the entire ordeal.
At the age of eight Frejya had matured, from a small and clinging child, to a respectful girl. She and Hanz would walk around the territory and talk with other children. One day, as she was returning to her home alone, she passed by a stream where a boy was crying. Curious of the reasons, Frejya walked over to him and kneeled next to him, looking at the red haired boy. He seemed like he was older than her, but here, as he was crying, looked smaller in Frejya's eyes. The cause of his crying, was his knees, for it seemed he had slipped into the river and collided with the rocks. Small splotches of bruises covered the skin and it seemed he had scraped them slightly. Minor damage, but he seemed to take it as more fatal than reality.
"It hurts, it hurts and I'm gonna die," he cried, sniffling and sobbing. Frejya smiled, petting his head gently and speaking to him in a calm voice. "Hey now, you're gonna be fine, you won't die," he looked up at her with tear streaked cheeks and pale blue eyes. "I-I'm not?" he hiccuped slightly, causing her to giggle. "No silly, these will heal really soon," she kissed his knees and looked up at his surprised face. "Feel better?" she asked, he sniffled once more before nodding. Frejya grinned up at him before standing. "Good, I'm Frejya," she held out her hand, he looked up at her before taking it in his. "I'm Kiel," he introduced back and stood, holding her hand still. He was taller than her by an a measely few inches, so he looked down at her. Frejya squeezed his hand tenderly, pulling him forward with her as they walked back to their homes. As Frejya got older, she would forget this moment, but the boy beside her, would always remember.
Now 10 years old, and blossoming into a beautiful youth, Frejya walked along the pathways of her home. People bowed to her and showed their respect. She would smile and make them rise, for she wanted to be treated as an equal among the pack people. Her father watched as she smiled and talked with the pack members, knowing she would be a wonderful pack queen. And now since she was of the age, she would now hunt on her own with Hanz. Frejya watched as her father wlaked over to her with a beaming smile, he lifted her off the ground and spun her around in a large tight hug. They both laughed and screamed before settling down; Frejya's father kneeled before her and placed both his hands on her shoulders. "Frejya, today is an important day, the day when you hunt with your partner," Frejya's eyes shined with excitement, but she remained calm. "Go with your gut when on the hunt, don't think, just act," he brushed a few strands away from her nodding face and kissed her forehead. "Now, go, and have fun you two," he grinned, Frejya and Hanz both happily jumped up, running towards the forest. Before Frejya was too deep, she waved goodbye to her father, who waved back to her.
The hunt was a time where a wolf proved its usefulness to the pack. Frejya and Hanz lingered benath the brush, scenting a large male buck. Creeping slowly, bellies to the ground and noses in the air, they stalked their large and lithe prey. He was eating some crisp fresh vegetation, unaware of the two who circled around him. Together they leaped out of the bushes and attacked. Frejya aimed for the throat, sinking her teeth into the hysterical buck which flung itself in the air and jumped around in a frenzied panic. She ripped apart the tender furry flesh with her fangs and continued to shred at the delicate meat. Hanz made quick work and jumped unto its back, crunching unto its spine. The buck shrieked and bucked till slowly and eventually, it stopped fighting and collapsed. When everything quieted down, they both looked down at their kill and smiled to eachother; their blood stained faces full of pride and achievement. Hauling their kill was a bit of a challenge but Frejya managed, carrying the buck on her shoulders.
The sky darkened and rain now pounded on their heads, brutally beating on their bodies. But they were determined to get home with their prize, wondering what praise they would recieve. But their happiness was short lived, for their return was not a pleasant one. Frejya dropped the buck down as her whole body went limp. Hanz stood alert, the hairs on his back standing on end as he growled mancingly. Before them laid their demolished home and massachered pack. People were strewn across the ground, some were whole while others were in pieces. Freshly killed and still warm, their blood and fear hung heavy in the air. She quickly scanned the bodies, trying to find survivors, but everyone she saw was dead. Their faces contorted with pain and fear.
She thought she saw a moving body underneath someone. Quickly she ran over to it and pushed aside the heavy and dead wolf. A small child was barely breathing, half of his body ripped away from him and laying a few feet away. He looked up at her with terror in his tear brimmed eyes. "Frejya, I'm scared, it hurts," he coughed blood upon her face. She shook terribly, holding him close to her chest. "Shhh, it's ok, soon the pain will be gone, rest now," she rubbed his head, feeling him shudder once before laying still and limp in her arms. Frejya wretched, feeling his body and innards slide off of her and unto the ground. She kept vomiting till she felt nothing left in her bowels and now dry heaved violently.
Hanz barked, signaling her attention, she looked weakly over to him and saw he was standing beside a man who was still alive, but barely. It was her father, she stood up, walking over to him in her disheleved state, he was smiling up at her. "Frejya, I'm so glad, did the hunt go well?" he asked, blood streamed down from the corner of his mouth, his hand laid upon her cheek. "I-It went good Father, we...We got a big buck," she cut herself off in mid sentence to suck in a choked sob. She held unto his hand, trying to smile down at him but she could only cry. "I'm so proud of you...be a good girl," he breathed out, touching her chest and mouthing the words: "I love you". His torn up body heaved, trying to rip air into his lungs but it failed and he laid dead before her. She continued to hold unto his hand, shaking his body with her other. "Father, Father wake up," she sobbed. He didn't reply, his silence sliced into her. "Daddy, stop playing, this isn't funny," Hanz's ears flipped downward and he looked to his dead king before howling in the pouring rain. "Daddy wake up, please, don't leave me alone!" she cried, pounding into his body with her tiny fists. Her body shook violently and she screamed into the sky, drowning her heart in the cold and merciless water.
After the rain had stopped, and bodies were buried, Frejya and Hanz stood in front of the king and queen's grave. Buried next to eachother, the two lovers now rested in peace. Frejya held unto her father's cape, wrapping it over her small frame. Flowers laid over the freshly turned dirt, so many beautiful colors. They made death almost seem beautiful in that moment, but in truth, death was an ugly thing. Frejya made a vow, to continue to watch over the kingdom her family fought for. She was now the ruler of the territories. She left the graves and marked off the path that led to her once beautiful home. Now it was a sacred resting place. Life flourishes there, as if trying to mend old wounds, but deep down, the scars would never heal.
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