I stretched my arms and yawned. My whole body ached and my head is throbbing in pain. I don't know what happened but when I woke up, it seems like I've been awaken up from my death.
Maybe this is how it would feel?
You know, to die and then be alive, again. But I doubt the idea of being, alive, really.
"You're awake."
Said by an emotionless voice. I turned around and see Arkrinna behind me. There's a glint of mischievousness on her eyes. It frightened the hell out of me. Where did she come from? I wasn't able to track her movements.
"Sorry. Did I sleep that long?"
I asked. I guiltily messed my hair and stared at her. There's something strange with my body I can't comprehend. Even my brain seems to work in accordance with its function. That something, is really strange.
"Not that long. In human world, maybe, just maybe, its equivalent is, let's say, almost 3 days."
She's holding a pointed stick. She walked around me and settled herself in sitting on the giant roots of the tree. I looked around. Where are we exactly? And where is Sindri? And how would I sleep that long? Really?
"What had happened when I passed out?"
I asked in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. Why does it feels like I had missed important events?
"Passed out?"
Arkrinna asked. I leaned on and stared at her for a minute. She's hiding something. And I don't wanna ask what is it. The stick she's holding is enough to make me dizzy. She's not her usual self. We may not be that close but I can tell when something's off.
"You okay?"
I frowned and clasped my hands together. She didn't answer my question so I shut my mouth up. She's looking at the sunset, the orange rays made her look like some of inhuman specie. Her auburn hair glinted against the sun's disappearing rays. The grim and fiery expression on her face made me swallow the lump on my throat.
"Something's off. Where is Sindri? And what are we doing here? In...uh..."
I can't think of any suitable word to say. How can I actually describe my surroundings? Should I ask why we're having a mini bonfire party right in front of an old tree? And the constant movement of the place made it hard for me to think more.
"He'll be here any minutes by now. Just wait a little bit."
I can't help myself but to ask things. Of course, I have to keep those questions with myself also. No one would listen since they think so lowly of me. And no one would ever understand because I'm just a nobody. A burdensome fragment of their lives. I sighed.
"My goodness! I'm so old for things like this! This would be the last, I swear!"
My brow arched when I heard the grim voice of our little colleague named, Sindri. I saw his fingers emerged right from the cliff and minutes later, he's wiping the dirt off his rugged jeans. His facial expression, well, it's the same. Still ugly... and terrific.
"Oh hi, Sindri. Where did you come from?"
I tried to be friendly but there's not even a drop of friendliness within his blood. He snickered and grimly looked at me. As if accusing me of something I had done. This heartless inconsiderate elf!
"How was it?"
Arkrinna asked in a grimly way. I spread my arms and asked the wind instead. What's wrong with this people? Why are they doing this to me? Am I that useless? The things these people made make me doubt my self worth.
"Well... as what we thought."
He sighed and sat down. Both of them wore grim expression and I can't do anything but to strictly, venomously, almost literally zip my mouth up.
"We need to arrive at Valhalla exactly at dawn."
"Yeah, yeah."
And there comes what I hate the most.
Silence.
Oh how I wish my comrades are more friendly. I want us to talk. I want to get along with them. But... how? How am I going to do that when, when I try to open up a conversation they'll suddenly say or do something to terminate it?
The ground shook beneath my feet. I started humming and thank gods, no one complained. This is better. And best once I get enough sleep.
"WAKE up you dimwit! We need to go!"
I hastily rose to my feet and rubbed my ears. Sindri is too loud. He screamed I hastily rose to my feet and rubbed my ears. Sindri is too loud. He screamed right into my ears! Oh I hope it won't damage my eardrums. Arkrinna just smirked at me and arched a brow.
What a beautiful greetings they have here in the morning!
"Make it fast. We need to hurry. The party will start any moment by now."
Arkrinna whistled and a few seconds later, a winged brown unicorn landed right into the place where I stand. My goodness. If my reflexes aren't that fast, I might lost my first kiss with this... magical horse.
That sucks!
After the flight with Mr. Pegasus, (that's what I called him for I almost fell earlier just because I called him winged horse, he hated to be called that way) we arrived at the Valhalla. The place is magnificent. Stands so tall that it almost reach the clouds. It shines and the gods, it is made of gold and diamonds. What a beautiful sight.
I wish I can live here... forever.
The double door opened. They entered and so i tailed. But then even before I could lay my foot on the marbled floors, two ravens shrieked and flew in a circling motion above my head. I gasped and screamed in horror.
"Gods of Alfheim! They scared the hell out of me!"
In my peripheral vision, the ever bully Arkrinna and the inconsiderate elf looked grim... and disappointed.
I grunted. I bet, they would love it if those ravens attacked the hell out of me. They hate me that much.
A small giggle caught my attention. A girl with the same wardrobe with Arkrinna came in to view. A smirk formed on her face and later on, smiled... which appears to be a devilish grin rather than a genuine smile. A weirdo, I see.
"So he's the one, Arkrinna?"
She asked in a very low tone. My brow formed a thin line. What's with this girl?
"Stop that, Arkray!"
Arkrinna hissed.
The girl which she called Arkray, smirked at her.
"Stop what? Duh! I'm not doin' anything!"
She looked at me and smiled again. I swear, this girl is really crazy. I would love to strangle her.
"What's yah name, little boy?"
I grimaced. Little boy, really?
"I'm Kris..."
She walked towards me in a very seductive way. Is she flirting with me? Another Valkyries entered the hall, same outfits with Arkrinna. And expression too. And they seem to hate me too. How did I know?
Duh!
They're glaring! They give me piercing stares. That's not the kind of stare someone's being welcome would give me. I sighed deeply. Seriously, what did I ever do wrong? Why does it seems like many people, I mean, Valkyries hate me? By any chance, did I ever hurt one of them? That's absurd! I can't hurt anybody! Besides, I'm a crybaby, there's a bigger chance that I'll be the one who'll be hurt than be the one who'll hurt them.
You see, this is really unfair. All I ever do in my entire life living on midgard is to be a parasite on other people. Hurting them is excluded on my to-do list. Hating them is out of it either. Then, can someone tell me why I'm receiving hateful glares and piercing stares?
"Oh!"
A thunderous voice boomed into the hall. I looked around to see who is it and I've been welcomed by a big blow on my head that almost ate my sanity.
That blow is quite familiar.
"Welcome to Valhalla, Kris Garrovillas!"
And the one eyed dude wink at me.
Ace McGonagall?!