PROLOGUE : "Wings"

GOTLAND HIGHLANDS – TWILIGHT, NOVEMBER 1997

Wind howled like a lonely wolf dying.

Snow danced in spirals, thin and sharp. The sky was stained violet and steel, and the cold had begun to rot the silence.

She ran.

Her breath came in glassy shudders. Her cloak;ripped, stained, useless ,clung to her shoulders like a shroud. Pale hair stuck to her face in frozen strands,cheeks bloody red and nose runny. Her boots slipped on the rock,her right leg still hurt from the past month injury but she didn’t slow.

Something was behind her. Many things, maybe. Shouting came and went on the wind, distorted;just syllables and fury. She didn’t turn back.

In her arms, the bladed disc pulsed.

It wasn’t a weapon, not really,at least for her. More like a wound given shape. Its curved edges shimmered faintly,like metal dreaming. It was bigger than her gaunt hands,  vibrated with something ancient, something alive, its hum deep and mournful, like a memory trying to claw its way free.

Her grip tightened. It had taken too much already. It had nearly taken him.

She reached the cliff.

The ground fell away beneath her like the world giving up. Fog churned below, thick and colorless. She stood there, shaking. Bleeding. Listening.

Behind her; footsteps.

Not boots. Lighter. Softer. Someone just arrived. Watching.

She didn’t need to look to know that whoever followed her was not shouting. Not chasing. Just… waiting.

Her eyes flicked to the horizon.

Then to the silver disc.

Then narrowed.

He got me this far. He bled because of me. For me. I left him there.

Tears came now,unwillingly,  warmer than the wind. She raised the object. Her arms trembled.

No one should ever wield this. Not them. Not even me.

She stepped to the edge.

And threw it away.

The disc spun midair once, twice ,catching the last light of the dying sun. Then it vanished, swallowed by the white fog below.

She lingered there. Silent.

Snow fell.

She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the stone behind her.

And found the silhouette.

Not close,not clear. But waiting,unmoving.

She stared. The wind caught the silhouette coat like wings.

Her lips parted. A word;just one,escaped, cracked and trembling:

“.....................…Father.”

She felt heavy

 closed her eyes .

Gave up to the exhaustion .

And let go of her body .

The wind rose.

Then………………….

Black.

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