Hrindi : Queen Of Illusion
Occasionally a passerby might step on her grave mound summoning her from her long sleep, but this was extremely rare because the Jotuns of Old Jotunheim had made this place off limits to all of their kind. Her life, if you could call it that, was one of boredom laced with extreme hostility towards those who had imprisoned her. The anger and rage that she felt below came to the surface in the form of death. Anything, flowers, grass, trees, bushes, even the usual hearty weeds, died in the soil of the mound above her rotting corpse. Within a few months of her imprisonment the mound became nothing more than a moldy muddy mess. An eyesore to anyone unlucky enough to happen by.
Over the centuries this tedious, and very boring existence took its toll on her mind as well. Memories began to fade into a fog of uncertainty until she could no longer see most of the moments from her past. Only three things stuck firmly in her decaying memory. She wanted most of all to be free from the shackles of both this horrid prison, and the curse that held her here. Then, once free of her bonds, she wanted to seek revenge against all those who falsely accused, convicted and imprisoned her, and make them pay with their lives. Finally she thought all the time about her son Utgard - Loki. Her child had been convicted along with her, but he was able to use his magic to escape before they were able to bind him with a curse, and entomb him forever.
Over the years the witch concentrated so hard on avenging what the Jotuns had done to her that she actually forgot her own name. To her it was not a problem though, for when you are locked away for eternity, with no one to speak to , having a name serves no real purpose. Her sole reason to exist was to get free, and kill every Jotun she could get her hands on. She may have forgotten her name, but the witch would never forget their laughter when they tied her up with magic, and threw her struggling body into the deep trench that would become her eternal tomb. As she squirmed under the great weight of the dirt piling up on top of her she could still hear their muffled laughter from the surface above. Whenever she thought of that moment her anger would become so great that the mound, and the surrounding valley would shake from her rage. These earth tremors were the reason this fertile valley had remained so desolate over the centuries. No one wanted to go into the " shaking valley " let alone live, or plant crops there.
Then one day her destiny was altered. A Dwarf named Bofor was the first to visit her grave mound in over a millennium. He was on his way to Asgard, to deliver a very special message to the Gods, when he became curious about the dead mound that stood out like a sore thumb in an otherwise fertile valley. Through his mind the witch saw his evil intent, and warned the Dwarf of the consequences of his actions. The Dwarf, however, did not heed her warning, and continued on with his malicious deed.
Shortly thereafter two boys visited her tomb summoning her out of her dead sleep. One boy, Modi, was an obnoxious little brat, but the larger child, Magni, was kind to her so she willingly answered their questions about the abduction of their sister by the Jotun named Hrungnir. She was more than happy to thwart the evil plan of a Giant, but she never expected to see the boys again. Several days later, however, the boys came back her way, and the angry one, in a fit of rage stomped on her grave. At first the witch thought Modi was their to do her harm, but with his brother's help they ripped the cursed runestone out of her grave mound and smashed it against a rock. Instantly the curse was lifted, and she returned to her original form. Her memory also returned to her in an instant, like a flash of lightning, and she remembered....... after many centuries she remembered. " My name in Hrindi . I am Hrindi ! " she shouted.
After thanking Magni and Modi for freeing her from her eternal prison, Hrindi used her power of illusion to turn the ugly dead grave mound into a beautiful little hill with green grass, and flowers that dotted its surface. From that time on it would no longer be a an ugly monument to her pain and torment, but instead was the most beautiful sight in the whole valley. As Hrindi turned to begin her journey of revenge, she saw lying before her the broken pieces of the runestone that had cursed her. With a wicked smile upon her face she bent down, picked up several of the pieces of the great stone monument, and placed them in a small bag she had tied to her waist. " I may have need of these soon ! " she whispered to herself. Then Hrindi, Queen of Illusion, looked off into the distant horizon, and thought to herself : " You falsely accused me of being an evil witch ! Now I will show all of you Jotuns what an evil witch can really do ! "
End Chapter 1
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.
Next : Chapter 2 : The Long Journey Back