"A strange last words for someone who was a peak demigod." A soft voice echoed from behind. "Don't you think?"
I slowly turned around; a woman came into my view, walking towards me.
She had long, pointy ears that peaked from her crimson hair, her eyes a shade of golden with spirals in them, staring at me.
She had a striking resemblance to Ragnar.
And my blood boiled just by thinking about him.
"It is strange." I replied, gazing back, suppressing my emotions. "Strange how no one is able to find the meaning of his words to this day."
Mariam came to a halt just in front of me, her eyes softened a little.
"You have grown a lot." She whispered, reaching her hand, touching my face. "I thought I would never see you."
"Don't act like you care for me." I replied, gently removing her hand away. "I hate when people do that."
Hesitation flashed in her eyes as she retracted her hand.
