When Magic Ruled The Worlds
The Valley Of Death
Vilmeid slowed his pursuit, and was about to give up altogether, when he saw the Giantess suddenly stop halfway through the first valley. Although he could not be certain what had happened to make her stand as still as a statue, he had seen this several times before, and he knew it usually led to something unpleasant. Although he was almost totally exhausted Vilmeid saw this as the perfect opportunity to finally catch up to Vidolf and quickly trotted off after her.
The stocky Dwarf was panting furiously when he reached the Giantess. He was about to ask her what was the matter, and why she had not waited for him, when he noticed that her eyes were glossed over, and she seemed to be staring into the distance as if she were looking to someplace that only she could see.
" A vision ? ! " he asked himself, as he waited for her to return from her mind journey.
After a few moments Vilmeid became bored and found a large rock a short distance away to rest himself on while the seer was lost to him in her vision. The Dwarf, in a rare moment of educated thought, surmised that once they left the realm of the dead the seer was once again free to see the future, which had been blocked by the evil Aufhocker. Despite being glad that her, 'gift', had returned he also greatly feared what horrific evils she might see.
Though not a patient Dwarf, Vilmeid pulled out his knife and began to whittle a large stick he found on the ground near the rock to pass the time. It was not until the stick was pared down almost to nothing that Vidolf came out of her prophetic trance. With one hand she pulled out her axe, while she pointed at him with the other.
" It is good that you have your weapon at hand, my friend, for we are not alone in this valley of death. And I fear that we are being watched, and will soon be attacked ! " she explained to the Dwarf as her head swiveled around to search the area for the enemy.
Moments later Vilmeid heard the bushes to his left rustle, and before he could slide off of the rock, and onto the ground, he heard a low roar from that same direction.
" Here they come ! " Vidolf yelled as she turned to meet the impending attack.
Vilmeid watched in horrified fascination as a dozen or more little creatures, each brandishing stone clubs, ran out from behind the bushes and made a bee-line straight for the Giantess. At first the Dwarf thought only of his own safety, and for that of his friend, but when he suddenly realized what was happening his eyes bulged in their sockets and he shouted as loudly as he could for everyone to hear.
" Vasna, Vasna, Venda ! " he screamed.
Vidolf smacked away the first little creature as if it were a fly that hand landed on her arm. She then grabbed hold of another and was about to strike it down when she heard Vilmeid screaming at the top of his lungs.
" No ! Vidolf, no ! They are Trolls ! They are cousins of the Dwarfs ! " he shouted loudly in a terrified tone.
As the Trolls jumped on top of the Giantess, to stop her from killing one of their own, Vilmeid once again renewed his desperate plea to his distant kinsmen.
" Vasna ! Vasna ! Vi Vir Vende ! " he shouted again.
Then, as if everyone except Vilmeid was suddenly frozen in time, they all stopped and stared back at the Dwarf with a deep frown etched upon their brow.
" Vidolf ! Please trust me ! Lay your weapon on the ground, and show the Trolls your hands. Say to them, " Vo Viem ", which means, "no harm ! " he told her.
Vidolf narrowed her eyes before she reluctantly set her axe on the ground and opened her hands to show the Trolls her empty palms.
" Vo Viem. " she told them in a soft non-confrontational tone.
The Trolls glanced at one another, and then they all stared over at the Dwarf who was walking towards them with his hands open to show that he meant them no harm. The leader of the Trolls, who had jumped up onto the Giantess, to stop her from killing his comrade, slid down her back to the ground. With a suspicious look in his eye he slowly put his club back into his belt and showed his open palms to the Giantess.
' Vo Viem. " he stated cautiously as he slowly backed away from the enemy of both Trolls and Dwarfs.
With the weight of the Troll off of her back Vidolf straightened up, but as she did the Giantess made quite certain that her axe was still within her reach, just in case this truce did not last. As Vilmeid approached she kept a close eye on each of the little Trolls in case they decided that the Dwarf was not their, "Vend".
Vilmeid bowed slightly when he reached the leader of the Trolls.
" Va vind Vilmeid. " Va vin vern vend. " he told the Troll in his language.
The Troll reciprocated by also bowing.
" Va vin Vorstapp. And your accent is horrible ! " he replied, finishing in the common language of the nine worlds.
Vilmeid chuckled slightly to himself.
" I never could quite pronounce your words just right. " he explained to Vorstapp.
The leader of the Trolls, however, remained very serious as he continued the conversation.
" Why have you come to this land that we Trolls have claimed for our own ? Do you wish to take it from us ? Is that why you have traveled here with a Giantess ? " he asked in rapid succession.
Vidolf, in a voice that sounded as booming as thunder to the Trolls, answered for the Dwarf.
"I am Vidolf,...., and we have come to kill the dragons. " she explained coldly.
Vorstapp spun around and stared at the Giantess in disbelief.
" If you can accomplish such a worthy feat than you will be forever a friend of the Trolls, Vidolf of Jotunheim. " he told her happily.
Before another word could be spoken the Trolls suddenly began to run away. As Vilmeid and Vidolf stared at one another trying to figure out what was happening they heard Vorstapp yell over his shoulder :
" A dragon ! A dragon ! Run ! "
As a large shadow fell over the valley Vilmeid and Vidolf slowly glanced up at the sky, and there saw a very strange sight. A odd looking bird, with a little body, and huge wings, was being chased by a very large dragon !
- End Chapter 20
- Next : Chapter 21 : " Together We Stand ! "
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart), © Copyright, 2019.