[Sometimes, for a thief, it’s safer to sleep outside of the castle city walls. A tall, curving hill that overlooks a patch of cool lake water below, with a perfectly placed tree to nap under, is sometimes better than a warm bed in an inn where someone might recognize your face.
It’s what he tells himself, anyway, before he drifts off to sleep.
He dreams about his sister, Mia; the day-to-day mundane things, running jobs for the vikings, getting yelled at by the vikings, getting yelled at by Mia. He dreams about her scolding laugh and the look on her face as her whole body was engulfed by that damnable golden magic. Her expression frozen into place for posterity, as though there was a chance he’d ever forget that moment.
It’s nothing new. Erik awakens from these dreams the same as always, somehow always a little more tired than the day before, always ready to shake it all off in the early dawn and set out to make another living with a pair of sticky fingers. But when the sun creeps up over the water this morning, something feels different. Off, like the world is at an invisible tilt that he can’t quite explain, but he can feel as prominently as anything. Lights flicker strangely in the horizon’s distance, as though warped into kaleidoscopic fragments, and Erik sits up a little straighter, rubbing at his eyes.]
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It’s what he tells himself, anyway, before he drifts off to sleep.
He dreams about his sister, Mia; the day-to-day mundane things, running jobs for the vikings, getting yelled at by the vikings, getting yelled at by Mia. He dreams about her scolding laugh and the look on her face as her whole body was engulfed by that damnable golden magic. Her expression frozen into place for posterity, as though there was a chance he’d ever forget that moment.
It’s nothing new. Erik awakens from these dreams the same as always, somehow always a little more tired than the day before, always ready to shake it all off in the early dawn and set out to make another living with a pair of sticky fingers. But when the sun creeps up over the water this morning, something feels different. Off, like the world is at an invisible tilt that he can’t quite explain, but he can feel as prominently as anything. Lights flicker strangely in the horizon’s distance, as though warped into kaleidoscopic fragments, and Erik sits up a little straighter, rubbing at his eyes.]
What the hell’s going on?