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The Ritual	By : Svb84 Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lyja hadn’t seen Ivarr for weeks.After he had left her she had thought of nothing else but the last moments they had spent together .The kiss was seared into her memory, it was her first and it was with Ivarr Ragarsson of all people.The feelings she had for Ivarr were incredibly confusing and scary.He had hurt her in the worst way,granted it had not been because he wanted to but to know he was capable of it was terrifying.Ivarr was dangerous,he was famous for horrific reasons and most of the stories (especially the worst ones) were true.Lyja had felt the intense emotions that roiled within him,that mastered him,when she had looked into his future the day he had cornered her by the river.Their connection had been strong after the ritual and she had seen and felt far more than she wanted to.How could a person live with those feelings? Lyja had seen inside his hugr and yet despite it all,he lit a fire inside of her that burned sweet and ached deliciously but even after everything her mind tended to linger on the more gentle Ivarr.The man that had touched her as if she were the most delicate glass.Looked upon her as if she were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.Shared a gentle kiss with her in a supply tent.The man that had respected her boundaries when she had felt overwhelmed,that was the man that consumed her thoughts.

Lyja kept Ivarr awake at night,during the day either travelling or fighting his mind was on the battle ahead.He celebrated his wins with the men without a thought.The night though,when he was alone,unable to sleep, his mind drifted to her.He wished he could remember taking her.What she felt like,inside.Her skin though,he remembered that.She was so soft in his hands.Her breasts were full and firm,her thighs strong.He vaguely remembered the scent of her warm cunt,that was usually the tipping point for him.When he couldn’t help but reach for himself.She had bewitched him he was sure but at this point he didn’t care.He needed her,needed to fill her,make her moan for him.Show her how good it could be if she would just let him.She made him feel.Something warm bloomed in his chest when he thought of her.Any other woman,he would have had by now,with or without permission but she was a Volva and that position demanded respect.Lyja had given him something priceless,he was beyond grateful to her for what she had gifted him and for that he would wait for her,as long as it took.

The Great Army was camped at the edge of the battlefield,their greatest and most important so far,the battle for Eoforwic.Where King Aella was hiding himself.The command meeting was packed as Halfdan and his brothers went over the battle plans with their commanders and Drengir.At dawn it would begin,they would take the city and bring King Aella some Dane justice.With the Volur’s help.The sprawling camp was mostly quiet but there were small pockets of rowdy warriors making the most of what was possibly their last day in Midgard before they went on to their glorious afterlife in Valhalla.

The Ragnarsson brothers,their Commanders and their most trusted Drengir were gathered to receive the Volur’s blessing.The corpse of a bull hung between two tall,thick poles.Runes of white decorated its body as an offering to Tyr.It’s blood collecting in a large bowl beneath.The Volva each collected a bowl full and walked amongst the warriors,anointing their foreheads with Tiwaz and letting them drink from the ceremonial bowl.The rest of the blood was distributed to the Volur to carry around the soldiers,blessing those who wished it.Lyja stood before Ivarr and anointed him.Slowly.Taking her time as she blessed him in Tyr’s name,his eyes rested on her bare thighs and raked up her body,taking her in.She brought the bowl to his lips staring into his beautiful blue eyes, losing herself as she watched him drink.He held her wrists gently as she tipped the bowl of bulls blood,neither willing to break eye contact.Inga jabbed her in the back lightly, reminding her to move on “Fight well,Drengr” she whispered,before she moved on to the next.Una led the Drengir in prayer bidding them to unsheath their weapons and swear their oaths to Tyr.

Just before dawn on the morning of their assault on the city of Eoforwic,The five Volur stood at the edge of the battlefield.They were in full ceremonial robes,their faces and bare skin painted with runes,each wore a crown of antlers.Five miles of contested ground and a huge Saxon army stood before them and their goal.The vast Dane army behind them,weapons drawn and oaths sworn.Una began first, calling for the spirits in a loud clear voice.Halla walked to where the two huge warhorses were roped to the ground,their heads pulled back and necks exposed,screaming in terror, their eyes rolling.Two huge basins beneath them to catch the blood.She slit the first horses throat,spraying herself with hot blood,then the second.Watching as the life drained from them into the large ceremonial basins.The Volur offered their prayers in song to Odin and Tyr.Halla had four warriors carry the bowls to the battlefield and poured them out under her direction.Then the five volur came together and wove their spell.They held hands as the chanted the words under their breath with their eyes closed,Una in the centre of them holding her staff. The air thrummed with power,growing stronger by the moment,Lyja felt the Seidr flowing through the hands of her sisters it was powerful and intoxicating,she felt she could will anything into being.The temptation was great but she kept her mind on the water,feeling the cold power of it burning through her veins.The mist rolled in quickly pouring out of the river water and covering the ground in a rising fog.It wasn't long before you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.The Saxon soldiers on the field tense and watchful knowing what lay on the other side.The Dane warriors began their march.

The Volur were back in the followers' camp with the others,seeing to their duties in the Sick Tent.The camp was empty of warriors,only the wounded and a handful of guards were left to protect the camp,the rest of the followers,the tradesmen,merchants,women and children all went about their day as the battle raged within hearing.There was not much the Volur could do in terms of preparation for the massive amount of dead and wounded that were about to come their way,other than wait.The tradesmen were in the field behind camp, building pyres and the women and children were helping wash bandages in the river.The first screams came from the South West,the camp froze as they listened.Suddenly the camp burst into movement,horns were blown and weapons drawn as the guards ran towards the screaming people.The Volur were spread thin as usual,tending to their duties.Lyja was tending to Gunhilde and her new baby when a group of women ran in “What's going on out there?” She asked as she tried to calm them “Saxons have attacked,they are coming from the South” answered a woman she knew as Brona.Lyjas stomach dropped “Get down be quiet” she ordered drawing her sword from its sheath.She walked to the entrance but was stopped in her tracks by a Saxon soldier.Lyja backed away, standing between the soldier and the women,short sword in hand.”You will not harm these people” she said as she pointed her sword at him.He rushed towards her pulling the sword from her hands,casting it aside.Grabbing her by the throat he pushed her down to the ground as she screamed and spat,he laughed at her saying something she didn’t understand.Taking out his knife he held it to her face,she stared at him defiantly her jaw set.He smirked as he sliced along her jawline.Her eyes watered as she stifled a scream holding the eye contact.She wouldn’t give the pig the satisfaction.The blood poured down her neck,sticky and hot.The women behind them cowered and screamed,Gunhilde’s baby wailed.He shouted something at them pointing at them with his knife, “Stupid” Lyja thought as she drove her belt knife deep into his groin stabbing repeatedly as she tried to find the artery.A hot spurt hit her chest as he staggered back.She stood and picked up her sword,running it through his throat.She turned to the women “You need to be quiet” she whispered looking at Gunhilde,the poor woman nodded as she tried to soothe her newborn.Asdis rushed into the tent entrance with a couple of guards “Get these women to safety” she ordered,pointing at the defenceless women.“How many are there?” Lyja asked,the gash stinging as she spoke,spilling more blood down her neck“Lyja your hurt”Asdis pulled a cloth from her belt holding it firmly on Lyja’s wound “How many?” She asked again ignoring Asdis’s concern “Not many but enough to worry about”. “Can we fight our way out?” Lyja asked “Were going to have to” Asdis answered trying to sound as brave as her friend.

Those that were able to had risen from their sick beds to defend the weak.The Saxon soldiers had overrun the camp.The only warriors here were the wounded and a handful of guards left to protect the Volur.The Saxons had come for the Pagan Witches while the Great Army was otherwise engaged in taking the city of Eoforwic.They were about to learn why the Volur were feared.Una dug her staff into the ground and the air hummed around her. “Ergi scum!” She yelled as she concentrated her will letting it flow through her body and down into the ground using her stave as a conduit.The earth at her feet reacted sending out ripples towards the cowardly men hacking at the wounded Danes in her care.Thick roots snaked from the ground impaling the Saxon men in mid swing.Lifting them from the ground.Their terrified screams filled the air as they tried to run.The Volur regrouped with the help of their guards,they stood with Una helping defend her as she channeled the spell.The central camp that surrounded them had become a tangle of thorny roots,the bodies of the soldiers hung from the thorns,screaming in agony.Una dropped to the ground,exhausted from the massive effort.They had the guards carry her to one of the last tents left standing and laid her on a pallet.Her breaths were shallow and her pulse was weak. “What do we do?” Inga asked, holding Unas staff close to her chest. “The warriors are coming,someone will have sent word” Asdis said.”I hope so”Lyja said but she didn’t hold out much hope.

The battle raged within Eoforwics walls,the Great Army had almost taken the bridge.A young man ran through the crowded soldiers trying to find a Ragnarsson.He found Ubba first “The Saxons have attacked the followers camp” he said breathless.Ubba nodded and went to find Halfdan,relaying the bad news. “Shit!” He exclaimed loudly, passing his hand over his face.He shook his head“We can’t split our forces” he shouted over the din of clashing metal, “We have to keep going”.

“How is she?” Lyja asked.Halla shook her head looking worried.Una was still unconscious.The energy she had expended to protect the camp had all but killed her.The attack seemed to be over for now but they had to remain watchful as the evening drew in.The Volur had collected the dead and laid them out respectfully,twenty five defenceless men and women had been murdered by the Saxon soldiers.Six of them were Volva,a huge loss to the sisterhood.Lyja’s hand kept straying to her stitches,a neat row ran all the way along her jawline,Inga had done a good job but they burned when she spoke.An almost indistinct whisper broke their silent vigil “Halla?”.Una had awoken.Halla rushed to her side,taking up Una’s hand and holding it to her lips,the tears ran freely down her face.Una’s finger’s gently brushed against Halla’s cheek.’Are we safe?” She asked weakly.Lyja shushed her “Save your strength” Lyja dabbed her clammy brow with a cold damp cloth “There have been no more attacks but we are still waiting for help”. Una closed her eyes and fell into a fitful slumber.Lyja placed her hand on Halla’s shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze “She is past the worst now Halla,she lives” Halla covered Lyja’s hand with her own and turned to look at her,smiling sadly.Lyja pulled her in for a hug,letting her cry into her robes.This war had worn too much on all of them.

“He's gone!” Finnr said,”Run off to Bamburgh the coward”.The city was theirs but King Aella had managed to slip away,back to his fortress.Halfdan shouted for his brother “Ivarr!,go and interrogate the prisoners,see what they know”.Ivarr smiled,he didn’t have to be told twice.He walked off in the direction of the market.”Do we have any more word on the followers camp?” Halfdan asked. Faravid shook his head “No news.I’ve sent some men back to see if they can find any survivors and bring them into the city”. “Good.Finnr, have your men search the palace again,leave no stone unturned”.

The warriors rode into the followers camp,their mouths agape.They stared wide eyed at the impenetrable wall of vines surrounding the central camp.The bodies of Saxon soldiers hung from large spear like thorns,some were still alive,moaning as they slowly bled to death. “Hej!” One of the warriors shouted “Hej,is anyone alive in there?”.Brona ran towards the yelling,peeking carefully through the vines as she tried to ascertain who was asking,she sighed with relief when she realised it was Ragnarsson soldiers. “Hej,we are alive.Can you get us out?”. “What happened here?” The warrior asked incredulously “The camp was attacked by Saxons,the Volur,they did this to protect us but the old one,she wont wake.We are stuck.Can you cut us out?”

Ivarr had commandeered a dockside warehouse,it had everything he needed ropes, hooks, pulleys it was all there.He brought his own knives,nothing quite like your own tools.The prisoner’s were tied up in a store room.All high ranking members of Aella’s army,full of information they would be dying to impart after they had spent a little time with him.The first was strung up by his wrists,his clothes cut away and discarded.Begging for his life already,wanting to trade it for information, the treacherous bastard.You could never believe them at first though.You have to put them through a little pain first,let them know your serious,more lies after that of course,they want this to end.You have to break them first then they will tell you everything.He preferred his prisoners to be proud and defiant,it was so much more satisfying when they broke.

The Volur rode through the ashes of Eoforwic.Riding past the city's people trying to live their lives amid the chaos.Halla rode with Una helping her sit upright.She was too weak to ride alone,it would take a long time before her strength would be fully restored, if ever at all.She had given so much of herself to defend those who couldn’t do it for themselves.It was a worry for all the Volur,so much had been lost already and the knowledge that would be lost if Una died would be catastrophic,especially as her novices were not yet fully trained.They crossed the narrow bridge that spanned the Ouse and continued up the road approaching the palace,following the Ragnarsson banners that showed the way.They passed the magnificent remnants of Roman architecture,Lyja couldn’t help but stare at the massive statue as they rode past,craning her neck as it disappeared out of sight.Ivarr stood waiting for them at the top of the palace steps.His arms outstretched in welcome,looking smug as usual.Lyja was relieved he was in one piece though.Ivarr walked down the steps ignoring the other Volva and helped her to dismount.He took her chin in his hand as he inspected her wound. “Are they dead?” He asked with a wry smile “Ja” she said “Got a good shot in his groin,didn’t wait for him to bleed out”.Ivarr laughed,she did keep surprising him “Good girl”.He walked with her up the steps “How are you?” he asked with genuine concern.“I'm fine,nothing a hot bath and a bucket of wine wouldn’t fix”. She slowed to a stop watching Una climb the stairs with Hallas help,leaning heavily on her staff,worry etched on her face. “What happened to her?” Ivarr said as they both waited for Una to reach the top. “She’s just tired,all the summoning has taken it out of her,she will be fine when she is rested”.Lyja hastily changed the subject,”How is your wound,do you need me to take a look at it?”she asked as she began to climb the steps again “Can’t wait to get my armour off again can you?”.Lyja smiled “Ja,Ivarr.You are so irresistible I’m offering to check your injury just so I can sneak a look at your naked chest” “Well you seem to enjoy it,considering what happened the last time you got your hands on me”,Lyja shook her head and smiled,they fell into an easy silence as they walked through the huge arched doorway of the palace.
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