To Cygny
Decisions
“Look at me, please.”
The woman did not do as she had been commanded. Fhler kept staring out the window. She was determined not to look at the captain.
Siegfried, on the other hand, was determined to make her obey. The cold ambience o the palace, he knew, was reaching young innocent Fhler. She, contrary to Hilda, was not used to the place. Always walking in the warmth of her room or the chambers she used to visit.
“I said look at me!”
”Siegfried, please don’t.”
The man noticed she was crying. She had been doing so for a while already. Fhler had also been gnawing at a piece of cinnamon she had been holding in her hand.
“Who did you go to for help?”
No answers. It had all become so absurdly dull. He was no baby sitter—and Fhler was not willing to say anything yet.
“Athena” she finally half murmured, knowing Siegfried was losing his patience with her.
It was true then. The Goddess from the land of the Sun was to help her and Asgard. Of what, he wondered. Asgard needed no one else to defend it.
“Siegfried!” Thor walked hurriedly into the room, “they’re here.”
The Captain turned to look at the young woman who was still immersed in here thoughts. When Alpha did so, and the woman felt the man’s stare; she felt as if he were knifing her soul with his eyes.
“Stay here, my lady. It’s not safe outside and we don’t need you to interfere any further.”
Siegfried followed Pechda to encounter Hilda and the rest of the Army.
Fhler followed them. She took a different path and ran to the praying Altar and encountered Athena herself.
Asgard fate had been decided.
Ariadne, December 25, 2005