Hillior POV:
Water… dark, cold, and vast deep water, in which I was surrounded by. I couldn't feel my body, I couldn't even move, hell I couldn't even do anything. Couldn't scream for Elljopadde, ask the lake or forest Landvaettir for help, or use the basic magic principles I was taught. I was adrift, in this dark cold ocean, looking up to see clouds fleeting, and flying away from my vision.
This feeling doesn't feel like the first time I've been plunged into this, and yet it is. And as I slowly managed to reach my right arm slowly from my torso, and towards the front of my face to hold something, something I felt was there, it was bloody. Blood, and weird heavy, scaly, and thick garments not just on my arm, but my entire body was clothed with weird garments I hadn't known or seen before. And when I could finally move my head, and I looked from the sky view and towards my chest, I saw Maetrygkir, my sword.
Though the blade was damaged, and damn near shattered, it was… burning? Not just the blade, but from its tip, all the way to the sword pommel it was covered in indescribable flames, flames I couldn't fathom to comprehend. And before I could comprehend anything else, it suddenly shot towards me, as if the blade left the hilt of the sword. And before it hit me, struck me into my forehead region, and possibly shattered my brain, I heard the words.
"Save everyone, Hilliôr!"
And then, I woke up
"GASP"
I must've been sleeping for a long while, it was noon shortly before I had slept. And now it's almost the dawn's crack.
"By Odin's beard, what the hell happened? All I could remember was a weird voice, flames in an ocean? I need to get back to Elljopadde, maybe he'll know how to deal with this."
Speaking these words out loud as I looked around my surroundings, I knew either some wolves, or draugr might appear shortly before the sun climbed into the sky. Looking at my surroundings, I was vastly deep in a forest that was overflowing with sky-reaching trees of many kinds. Such as birch, rowan, aspen, and poplar, with some of these trees having random chopped trunks splashed onto the ground seemingly resting on top of the grass holding its bottom. And covering most of these grass while also hanging off from these tree trunks, which barely let me see the sky as it was hiding it were leaves of many colours. Gold, brown, orange and much more.
"Seems like autumn is coming soon then, I should gather crops for the animals and spirits in the meantime, then I'll head back to Elljopadde."
Before I had begun to set out on doing what I had set, I found one of the many rivers which crashed through the ground floor and made its own way across the forest Splashing my face and eyes with cold water before setting out I looked into the water's reflection, seeing my reflection stare back at me, mimicking my own movements. I stared for a long while before I had taken out my sword sheath and stared at the dark brown grip of the sword, with the silver circular counter clockwise rotating pommel, and diamond shaped guard. Unsheathing part of the sword to reveal the blade, thoughts still linger about what I dreamt about, it was vivid and unclear, and I can't remember much detail but still…
"Maetrygkir… what are you?"
As I said this, pondering my own thoughts, I sheathed the sword back into its scabbard, and onto my right side hip.
"In any case, I should get going now, the sun is clear and up."
The sun had now revealed itself to the earth, on which I stood on, as I made my way through the forest.