The Savage

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Prologue

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“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this magnificent day to come? How many moons surpassed my eyes dreaming of this? Every night, I vision seeing - no wringing my hands around your neck? Hmm??”

His breath panted on her face like she was a window restricting his oxygen. Patience’s curled up nose graze his ear lobe, hissing, “You never will. You are treasured and adored by your royal subjects. And yet, you’ve deceived them.”

No whimper escaped his throat. His ghostly colorless hair poked and prodded, distracting her from her beloved speech. His heart beat pumping in long hard measures per minute. The sound pleasing to her ears, as the heart thumped quicker with the blade close to his throat. Shivers chilled through his hands, age taking a toll on the man.

“Why don’t you tell your subjects, your name?” she asked, a cold sliver blade perched near his adam’s apple.

His words smooched like a tightly packed snowball. He mumbled under his breathe, so low even for a Lavinia’s ears to grasp in thin air.

“I said, what’s your name?” Patience shrieked merciless.

“Odin! Odin son of Bor!”

She snickered, as she abled more pressure on the blade.

“Try again, I see through your lies.”

“I’m telling the truth!”

“No!” she roared, “You’re silver tongue won’t work on me!!”

All along the great throne room, pillars of marble stood among the Asgard Guardians. The Guards lined side-by-side, elbow-to-elbow, around the shining golden throne. She planted her feet to the ground. She almost had forgotten of their existence. With all her force, she clasped him up wrapping her arms around his torso. The handle of the silver blade, the native Lavinia serpent with eyes of sickly mustard, reflected multiple colors on the stone walls, warning off enemies.

“Stand back.”

The Guards seemed to dismiss her command, edging closer to the throne where she stood with her hostage. Her eyes flared like the raging forest fires of her planet.

“Are you deaf?! Stand back!”

The Guards testing her tolerance inched even closer to their position.

Fine, they leave me with no choice.

She dug the tip of her blade in Odin’s collarbone, a hiss released from his chest.

“Now that I have your undivided attention. If you dare take another step, I will not hesitant to stab him in the heart.”

The sound of rustling came from the men, silently communicating to each other. They were trying to figure out a plan.

“Oh,” she said, breaking the silence, “And due note, this handle will release a deadly poison that even your precious healers can do no good.” She edged more of the blade into his fresh. She has lost her patience among these dull-brained men.

Before the Guards relocated, a voice echoed through the room.

“Stop,” his voice spoke, “do as she says.”

He lifted his hand up, signaling towards his men. His loyal Guards seized their locations. She smiled rather barbaric like than a sane person.

“Yes, this is more like it,” she hummed into his ear, gazing down at her prey.

She grazed the palm of her hand over the cut; the deep ruby color oozed its way out of his collarbone, dripping down his body. The substance was exposed, leaving him vulnerable. On the tip of her finger, King Odin of as Asgards’s blood painted there.

“Now,” she started, her eyes trailed off the prize and into his lively eyes, “Will you be so kind and tell the people who you really are? Hm?”

His guards and guests observed from a distance, waiting for Odin to speak. Time was slipping through her fingers as she tightened her grip, inflicting pain on his open wound.

He was breathing heavily.

“What on Asgard do you mean?” he hissed, controlling his temper.

Her satisfactory smile sowed on her lips. “You know very well what I mean,” she implied, and leaning forward towards his face.

“L-”

Her sentence was cut short. An uninvited sting ached through her shoulder; her first instinct was to let everything go. Odin collapsed on the ground as her native blade clacked beside her. Her eyes traveled downward to see the culprit, an arrow pierced her shoulder blade. Numbness wrapped around her body like a blanket welcoming to the touch, she fell on her knees. Before darkness was clouding her eyes and mind, she heard a snicker of the devil ringing in her ears.

Notes

Hello. I'm hoping to write the next chapter soon. And I was hoping this would be a short story. Not a long one, but a decent size. I hope you enjoy reading this story.

Thank you so much for giving the story a chance.

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