brightness,
surprised to find her wounds completely healed. The bleeding had ceased and her
armoury had vanished. Dressed in robes of white, her hair was tightly plaited
like it had always been. She felt coolness on her back and she discovered she was
lying on a marble table. Snow lay all around her, as if it were winter.
Then Gwyneth realized something
strange—her heartbeat. She had none. Startled, she jumped off the marble table.
She was dead. She had been dead?
The answer that she craved
arrived soon after. She saw two man, dressed in robes of white and gold,
walking towards her. The taller of the pair was statuesque. His face was one of
the most flawless she had ever seen; it had a strong jaw and a high-bridged
nose. The eyebrows were intensely white and bushy, and the eyes were a captivating
blue, gentle and kind.
No words were exchanged and then
she noticed that next to him stood the familiar figure of Maganus. He, too, wore
fresh garments. In place of the blood-stained armour, he was dressed in a brown
overcoat. He had his staff and serenity lay on his cheeks.
They embraced.
“Gwyneth, they found you,
buried in snow with your blood staining the ground around you.”
Gwyneth was startled. “I am
dead then?”
Maganus turned to the man next
to him. “Our friends saved our souls,” he whispered.
Instantly, wings sprouted from
the man’s back and expanded to full length. He nodded and in a firm voice,
spoke. “I am Alastair. I am the Guardian Angel for the Western Regions.”
“ Guardian Angels ?”
“Yes. I heard your prayers. The
Archangel raised you from death for your courage and the immense sacrifice.
Your death has not been in vain. Your family is safe and so are your brothers.
I hope that soothed the pain in your limbs and heart.”
Gwyneth turned to Maganus, who
nodded in confirmation. She smiled for the first time that day.
Alastair continued in a
soothing voice. “As a reward for your sacrifice, you are offered a new life, a
lease of Immortality in exchange for a life in defense of noble individuals and
the hope of mankind. Join us. Join the army of brave warriors of God, the
Guardian Angels.”
Gwyneth turned to Maganus for
guidance but he was deep in deliberation.
“Gwyneth, Maganus, since time
immemorial, we have been defending mankind, ignorant masses from the temptation
of the Devil and his armies of Demons. Civilization and evolution of the human
race is at stake. An unruly mob of Vikings turned up, proxies of the Demons,
armies of hell, and ravaged your homes and nearly destroyed your civilization.
Your tribe was fortunate to survive. But there are many who were less
fortunate. The men were killed, the process of learning halted, the children,
the future of mankind buried. Stop the forces of the dark.”
Gwyneth felt a stream of warmth
course through her veins as she thought about her new mandate. Gwyneth and Maganus
then stood forth and grasped the extended hands of Alastair. And so, they were
each handed the mandate, Maganus became the guardian of the forests, the woods
and its residents. Named the Friend of the Woods for his lifelong affinity with
animals and his success in raising new crops which fed and grew his tribe,
Maganus shouldered his new responsibility with vigor. Gwyneth, young and beautiful
when she died was blessed with the prowess over the snow and given the title of
Commander of the Snow. She was also appointed the Guardian Angel of young
children.
And hence a new destiny began
for Gwyneth and Maganus, a new mission – the defense of human civilization,
warrior-soldiers of God.
#
Chapter
11
The
Fire Spreads
Lord Barbatos sauntered down
the long halls of Castle Valmar, each step clicking with arrogance and mastery.
Behind him, Eberhard, one foot taller, followed with the submissive humility of
a tamed beast.
“Master, the rise of our stronghold
is complete.”
Lord
surprised to find her wounds completely healed. The bleeding had ceased and her
armoury had vanished. Dressed in robes of white, her hair was tightly plaited
like it had always been. She felt coolness on her back and she discovered she was
lying on a marble table. Snow lay all around her, as if it were winter.
Then Gwyneth realized something
strange—her heartbeat. She had none. Startled, she jumped off the marble table.
She was dead. She had been dead?
The answer that she craved
arrived soon after. She saw two man, dressed in robes of white and gold,
walking towards her. The taller of the pair was statuesque. His face was one of
the most flawless she had ever seen; it had a strong jaw and a high-bridged
nose. The eyebrows were intensely white and bushy, and the eyes were a captivating
blue, gentle and kind.
No words were exchanged and then
she noticed that next to him stood the familiar figure of Maganus. He, too, wore
fresh garments. In place of the blood-stained armour, he was dressed in a brown
overcoat. He had his staff and serenity lay on his cheeks.
They embraced.
“Gwyneth, they found you,
buried in snow with your blood staining the ground around you.”
Gwyneth was startled. “I am
dead then?”
Maganus turned to the man next
to him. “Our friends saved our souls,” he whispered.
Instantly, wings sprouted from
the man’s back and expanded to full length. He nodded and in a firm voice,
spoke. “I am Alastair. I am the Guardian Angel for the Western Regions.”
“ Guardian Angels ?”
“Yes. I heard your prayers. The
Archangel raised you from death for your courage and the immense sacrifice.
Your death has not been in vain. Your family is safe and so are your brothers.
I hope that soothed the pain in your limbs and heart.”
Gwyneth turned to Maganus, who
nodded in confirmation. She smiled for the first time that day.
Alastair continued in a
soothing voice. “As a reward for your sacrifice, you are offered a new life, a
lease of Immortality in exchange for a life in defense of noble individuals and
the hope of mankind. Join us. Join the army of brave warriors of God, the
Guardian Angels.”
Gwyneth turned to Maganus for
guidance but he was deep in deliberation.
“Gwyneth, Maganus, since time
immemorial, we have been defending mankind, ignorant masses from the temptation
of the Devil and his armies of Demons. Civilization and evolution of the human
race is at stake. An unruly mob of Vikings turned up, proxies of the Demons,
armies of hell, and ravaged your homes and nearly destroyed your civilization.
Your tribe was fortunate to survive. But there are many who were less
fortunate. The men were killed, the process of learning halted, the children,
the future of mankind buried. Stop the forces of the dark.”
Gwyneth felt a stream of warmth
course through her veins as she thought about her new mandate. Gwyneth and Maganus
then stood forth and grasped the extended hands of Alastair. And so, they were
each handed the mandate, Maganus became the guardian of the forests, the woods
and its residents. Named the Friend of the Woods for his lifelong affinity with
animals and his success in raising new crops which fed and grew his tribe,
Maganus shouldered his new responsibility with vigor. Gwyneth, young and beautiful
when she died was blessed with the prowess over the snow and given the title of
Commander of the Snow. She was also appointed the Guardian Angel of young
children.
And hence a new destiny began
for Gwyneth and Maganus, a new mission – the defense of human civilization,
warrior-soldiers of God.
#
Chapter
11
The
Fire Spreads
Lord Barbatos sauntered down
the long halls of Castle Valmar, each step clicking with arrogance and mastery.
Behind him, Eberhard, one foot taller, followed with the submissive humility of
a tamed beast.
“Master, the rise of our stronghold
is complete.”
Lord
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