The Spirit Tamer
Dead Men Are The Tale
The Shaman glanced down and smiled at the little little face that looked up at him.
" I follow the pull of the spiritual forces, ... and right now they are drawing me deeper into Numadalr. " he explained to his little friend.
As they slowly journeyed southward the injured little Elf, and the human Shaman, spoke of many things. Alva told Naddoður how she had once lived in Ljosalfheim with others of her kind. Unlike the other Light Elves, however, she was not content with being confined to her own realm. She wanted to explore other worlds, and meet new beings and creatures. Her adventurous spirit was not looked upon kindly by the other Light Elves, who quickly banished her for what they called her, " evil thoughts and actions ".
After many years of exploring the hundreds of inhabited worlds in the cosmos she had decided to make Midgard her home. She told Naddoður that she did this not because it was the most peaceful world, but because, to the contrary, it was a world where the human inhabitants lived lives of contradiction. These humans, who did as many evil deeds as they did good ones, were fascinating to her.
And when Alva told the Shaman her age he was astonished !
" You look very well for a being entering it's second millennium ! " he told her only half jokingly.
When Alva asked Naddoður how he had become a Shaman his smile disappeared.
" As a child I was like many of the other boys in the village. I rough - housed, played games, and practiced my skills with various weapons. " he began, then suddenly paused.
After taking a deep breath he continued :
" But when I entered my teenage years something in me changed,...and it was then that the dreams began. "
Alva looked up at the human, who she secretly loved, and asked :
" Dreams ? "
Naddoður stopped and put his hands on his hips. He took another deep breath to clear his mind, and then answered the little Elf who was recuperating in his pocket.
" Most think that dreams are memories of moments that once were, or things that may yet happen, but sometimes they are visions of the creatures, demons and spirits calling to you from the great beyond. I can often hear their desperate cries for help,.... and I can feel the pain that is locked up in their souls,.... and they are waiting,.. waiting,.. WAITING,... for me to release them from their misery and anger ! " he told her with a frustration in his voice.
Alva looked up at Naddoður with a pleasant little smile on her face.
" And you seek them out to relieve their pain and suffering. " she replied proudly.
" Yes ! It is not only the living that suffer, but the dead, and those caught in between worlds as well ! " he confided.
Alva pointed her tiny finger out of his pocket.
" And that is why we are heading south ? " she asked.
Naddoður nodded again.
" I feel that there is much suffering where we are going . " he informed her.
On the fifth day of their journey they came to a village just as dusk was falling. The village seemed much like many others they had passed through, or near, on their way south with one exception. The Great Hall, located in the center of the settlement, was constructed not of timber, turf, and thatch, but of thick stone. And the doors which were usually fashioned from pine or oak were made from thick steel.
As Naddoður examined the structure he could not help but notice that the inhabitants were scurrying to and fro like scared mice. He watched them for several moments before catching a woman by the arm to ask why everyone was in such a hurry.
" You must be a stranger to these parts to ask such a question ! You must get inside,... we all must get inside before they come back ! " she shouted at him before wriggling out of his grasp and running away.
The Shaman looked down at his pocket and muttered under his breath.
" We should try to see the king and find out what it is that is happening here ! " he told the little fairy Elf.
" I agree ! " Alva shouted up to her human friend.
Naddoður was about to knock on the door of the Great Hall when three warriors ran up and began to bang furiously on the doors.
" Let us in ! Let us in !! " they shouted through the door.
Naddoður placed his hand on the shoulder of the warrior closest to him, and spun him around. As he did, the warrior fell backward into his comrades, who grabbed hold of him so he would not fall to the ground. The terrified look on the warrior's face told Naddoður all he needed to know.
" I wish to see your king immediately ! " he began. " I am a Shaman and might be able to help you with your problem. " he explained.
Before the warrior could answer the doors swung wide open, and the warriors quickly ran inside. As the last one entered he shouted over his shoulder :
" Hurry ! Come in ! For soon death will rule the night ! "
Naddoður did not need to be told twice and hurried into the hall. The moment the doors were closed behind them great iron bars were put in place to secure them. Then, and only then, did the warrior Naddoður had grabbed hold of relax and speak to him.
" My name is Nokkvi, and if you truly are a Shaman your help is sorely needed here ! " he told the stranger.
Naddoður smiled at the warrior and reached out his hand to him.
" I am Naddoður, a Warrior Shaman. " he told Nokkvi as they shook hands.
As their hands parted he added :
" If you introduce me to your king I will try to help rid your kingdom of whatever is terrorizing it. " he assured Nokkvi.
The warrior turned and pointed to the far side of the hall where a dark shadowy figure sat among the flickering light of the torches.
" My Lord sits waiting, as he does every night, for death to arrive at his doors. His name is King Vigsterkr, and If you follow me I will introduce you to him. " he told the Shaman.
As they walked up the main aisle toward the raised platform, where the high - seat was situated, Naddoður could not help but notice that every warrior he passed was not looking at Nokkvi and himself, but were in fact staring at the great iron doors. In their terrified eyes he could almost imagine the horror that would soon visit the king's great hall.
" My king ! May I present the Warrior Shaman Naddoður. He has offered to hep us in our time of greatest need. " he explained.
King Vigsterkr fidgeted in his high - seat like a child who had to pee. While looking Naddoður over thoroughly he peeked over at the doors to his hall more than once. The king nervously rung his hands several times before addressing his visitor.
" A Shaman ! ? I am not sure that the Almighty Gods of Asgard and Vanaheim together could rid my kingdom of the horror that visits us night after night ! " the king told the Shaman.
Naddoður smiled pleasantly at the king before calmly asking :
" And what exactly is it that haunts your kingdom, my Lord ? "
The king looked at him with crazy eyes as he pointed to the doors.
" Soon the mist will come, and within it's evil white cloak will be hidden the most hideous and vile creatures known here in Midgard . " he replied in an unsteady voice.
Naddoður shrugged his shoulders slightly as he asked again :
" And what do you believe these creatures to be ? "
King Vigsterkr quickly stood up and looked down at him as though he were about to cry.
" They are evil spirits that roam the night. They are dead, but they still have the will of the living. This horror will be here at any moment,.... and this plague upon my kingdom has a name ! They are called Draugr ! " he exclaimed through trembling lips.
The king had barely uttered his last word when a great pounding shattered the silence of the hall. The king sunk to his knees and placed his hands over his ears.
" They are here ! Make them stop ! MAKE THEM GO AWAY !! " he screamed.
- End Chapter 9
- Next : Chapter 10 : " We Must Give Them What They Want "
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.