Macha was getting ready for her training session with Freyr. It had become a daily routine that after finishing up tutoring with Ullr and Freyr, she would have her training in the evening. They always held their English lessons over supper that way they could squeeze in a meal to conserve time. They were all busy people and Macha wanted to be as efficient as possible. After dinner, Freyr would attend a meeting then come and pick her up.
A knock echoed in the apartment and she went to open it. She expected Freyr, but he was a bit earlier than usual. When she opened the door, she found him with a pained expression on his face. "Can I come in?" he croaked.
He looked as if his world was ending. She had never seen him so distraught before. Concern laced her voice, "Of course, what's wrong?" Macha asked as she moved to the side to let him in.
Freyr entered and looked around, he did not know how to explain what happened. He sat down in the living room and tried to think of how to inform her of the news. His eyelashes were wet from tears, "Please have a seat. I need to tell you something."
A lump formed in Macha's throat. The way he sounded scared her because he never acted this way. Walking across the room felt like it took a lifetime. She had to force her feet to move forward. Eventually, she sat down next to him, "Go on," she breathed.
He found it difficult to speak, and he did not know how to tell Macha that Luna and Tyr died. "I," the words caught in his throat for a second, "I was just informed that the Obsidian Dragons have been missing for a few weeks now. Kochi has declared them dead." His voice broke down towards the end and tears made his vision become blurry.
"No! That's impossible." Macha stood up and shook her head furiously. She did not understand why he would say such a terrible thing.
Guilt from hearing her reaction caused Freyr's chest to become heavy. He shut his eyes tightly and agonized, "I'm sorry. I... It's all my fault." He could only blame himself. As a King, he had to do what he did, but as a person, he hated himself.
Macha took Freyr's hands in hers, "No you don't understand. I know he's alive." He looked so upset and she wanted to comfort him.
Hearing her delusions made him suck his lips in and bite down on them. His voice sounded raw, "No, Macha, there is a chance, but it really isn't likely. You don't understand." Rana had reported to him where Tyr's group went and he did not have any hope of them surviving.
Worried, Macha checked her ring once more. The faint red line still shone, which confirmed her belief that Tyr was still alive. She held her hand up so Freyr could see it. "No, he's alive. He gave me this ring so we could always find each other as long as we live."
Freyr looked at the small red line that hovered above the band. It was a ray of hope that filled his heart. He remembered Macha showing him the ring the month after she got it. His cousin had a matching one that did the same thing.
He stood up and paced the room while he sorted out what to do. Although Rana claimed the Valois twins were dead, Macha's ring proved otherwise. His cousins had already been deep in the enemy lines for weeks and every day that passed decreased their chance of survival.
He would give anything to find Tyr and Luna, but right now, only Macha could do that reliably.
As he paced the room, Macha's eyes followed him. She wondered what he was thinking about.
He glanced at Macha, her brown eyes were so soft and beautiful. He did not want to send the woman he loved into the war, but he wanted to save his cousins. The decision caused his hands to tremble so he shoved them into his pockets. "Macha, would you be willing to go and find them?"
If anything happened to her, he would regret it for the rest of his days. But he realized, if he did not ask her to recover his relatives and they died, he would hate himself. He decided to leave it up to her because it was her life that would be endangered.
This question was a difficult one. She wanted to believe in Tyr and Luna's capabilities, but they had been missing for a long time. "I don't think I can do that by myself. I'm really not that good at fighting yet."
She had not denied his request, so he continued, "I could send my special forces with you. They're for secret missions that require stealth. I trust them with my life every day." Sierra would be furious if he did this, but Tyr and Luna were more important to him. His team always remained hidden, and no one about them other than himself and Sierra. If they were gone for a few weeks, no one needed to know except for the two of them.
If she did not have to go alone, she felt a little better about the possibility of success. She knew what she was about to do would fly against everything Tyr craved for her.
Macha was getting ready for her training session with Freyr. It had become a daily routine that after finishing up tutoring with Ullr and Freyr, she would have her training in the evening. They always held their English lessons over supper that way they could squeeze in a meal to conserve time. They were all busy people and Macha wanted to be as efficient as possible. After dinner, Freyr would attend a meeting then come and pick her up.
A knock echoed in the apartment and she went to open it. She expected Freyr, but he was a bit earlier than usual. When she opened the door, she found him with a pained expression on his face. "Can I come in?" he croaked.
He looked as if his world was ending. She had never seen him so distraught before. Concern laced her voice, "Of course, what's wrong?" Macha asked as she moved to the side to let him in.
Freyr entered and looked around, he did not know how to explain what happened. He sat down in the living room and tried to think of how to inform her of the news. His eyelashes were wet from tears, "Please have a seat. I need to tell you something."
A lump formed in Macha's throat. The way he sounded scared her because he never acted this way. Walking across the room felt like it took a lifetime. She had to force her feet to move forward. Eventually, she sat down next to him, "Go on," she breathed.
He found it difficult to speak, and he did not know how to tell Macha that Luna and Tyr died. "I," the words caught in his throat for a second, "I was just informed that the Obsidian Dragons have been missing for a few weeks now. Kochi has declared them dead." His voice broke down towards the end and tears made his vision become blurry.
"No! That's impossible." Macha stood up and shook her head furiously. She did not understand why he would say such a terrible thing.
Guilt from hearing her reaction caused Freyr's chest to become heavy. He shut his eyes tightly and agonized, "I'm sorry. I... It's all my fault." He could only blame himself. As a King, he had to do what he did, but as a person, he hated himself.
Macha took Freyr's hands in hers, "No you don't understand. I know he's alive." He looked so upset and she wanted to comfort him.
Hearing her delusions made him suck his lips in and bite down on them. His voice sounded raw, "No, Macha, there is a chance, but it really isn't likely. You don't understand." Rana had reported to him where Tyr's group went and he did not have any hope of them surviving.
Worried, Macha checked her ring once more. The faint red line still shone, which confirmed her belief that Tyr was still alive. She held her hand up so Freyr could see it. "No, he's alive. He gave me this ring so we could always find each other as long as we live."
Freyr looked at the small red line that hovered above the band. It was a ray of hope that filled his heart. He remembered Macha showing him the ring the month after she got it. His cousin had a matching one that did the same thing.
He stood up and paced the room while he sorted out what to do. Although Rana claimed the Valois twins were dead, Macha's ring proved otherwise. His cousins had already been deep in the enemy lines for weeks and every day that passed decreased their chance of survival.
He would give anything to find Tyr and Luna, but right now, only Macha could do that reliably.
As he paced the room, Macha's eyes followed him. She wondered what he was thinking about.
He glanced at Macha, her brown eyes were so soft and beautiful. He did not want to send the woman he loved into the war, but he wanted to save his cousins. The decision caused his hands to tremble so he shoved them into his pockets. "Macha, would you be willing to go and find them?"
If anything happened to her, he would regret it for the rest of his days. But he realized, if he did not ask her to recover his relatives and they died, he would hate himself. He decided to leave it up to her because it was her life that would be endangered.
This question was a difficult one. She wanted to believe in Tyr and Luna's capabilities, but they had been missing for a long time. "I don't think I can do that by myself. I'm really not that good at fighting yet."
She had not denied his request, so he continued, "I could send my special forces with you. They're for secret missions that require stealth. I trust them with my life every day." Sierra would be furious if he did this, but Tyr and Luna were more important to him. His team always remained hidden, and no one about them other than himself and Sierra. If they were gone for a few weeks, no one needed to know except for the two of them.
If she did not have to go alone, she felt a little better about the possibility of success. She knew what she was about to do would fly against everything Tyr craved for her.
