The Forgotten Children Part 2
By the time he could remember he had his two sisters with him and no father or mother to speak of. He knew who they were, but they were of no interest to him, having never really made contact with them.
Tears almost fell from his dry eyes as he made remembered his sisters.
Helle and Jormugandr, were the only beings he had ever cared for in his life. Even in his state of being forsaken and disgraced, he thought of them. Jormugandr was a thin and tall being who would always find a way to get what they needed to survive; being crafty and well spoken. He remembered times when she would find him in pain and whisked it away with her eloquently devised melodies with their slithering verses. He had always loved to hear her speak because she was never patronizing like the gods of the past.
Helle was definitely the most cheerful of the siblings despite her almost stern looking smile. He remembered that she would constantly joke at how the different realms were constantly in turmoil and how she would rather be in Nieflheim, the frozen hell like land. It was true that all of the realms were always squabbling over themselves, but they knew that it was a jest.
He stared into the light of the candle and the darkness which pervaded the bottom of the silver holder. He stared at the flickering flame and felt no warmth from it. The light was deceptive.
He remembered the day they were separated from atop a mountain. The wind was light and whistled softly from between the cracked boulders covered in moss. They were forced to walk between the most powerful of gods at the time as they trudged along, barefoot, up the winding gravel path to the summit. They didn’t know where they were being taken.
His mouth frothed with rage as he remembered what happened at the “zenith of the world” as it was called. The elder god halted the entire party and motioned Jormugandr towards him. She had no choice but to obey. He remembered how both he and Helle tried to stop her and how they found that they were already magically shackled. He remembered her, only a foot away from the god, turn back slightly to look at them for the last time. He remembered her eyes. He remembered… her eyes and the sorrow they carried with them. And then he remembered the rage which he felt when the elder god grabbed her and tossed her into ocean.