432 Fate
Things were going according to plan and Tyr was right in front of what could very well be the place where he died, he knew he had to risk it and this show of force should give the message that he wasn't here to be delayed.
Of course, it could easily backfire and maybe it did as men on black horses exited the condemned gates and charged right at him.
"Bjorn! We need to do something," Hagen brought Bjorn's attention to the situation but Bjorn didn't flinch, looking ahead with determination.
"No, we watch," Bjorn said, Tyr asked for his trust and he gave it to him.
Tyr was one of the smartest warriors he had encountered despite them being agemates, there was no way that Tyr didn't take this into account and he was right.
The horsemen surrounded him, this was an intimidation tactic but Tyr didn't even pay them any attention, looking straight ahead.
However, he could tell from a single look that these weren't the average warriors. nove)lb(1n
If he fought these people, he was sure to not come out unscathed.
They couldn't speak so why were they here, Tyr looked up at the man who oozed the most intimidating aura, he was in armour.
But his armour was intricate and looked like it was personally crafted for him, whoever this man was, he wasn't a common man.
He looked Tyr right in the eyes and he could tell that this was a killer before him.
He wanted to strike him down because he sensed evil oozing from him and his gut instinct was telling him to kill the young warrior where he stood.
However, he had orders and like a soldier, he had no interest in doing anything outside of what he was told.
He grunted before yanking his horse in the opposite direction, looking back at Tyr before gesturing for him to follow him.
"Or is it more accurate to say you wish to know the sword on which you would fall?" The soothsayer said, Askild scoffed in disbelief.
She really did know everything and that was why she was the only one that could give him his answers.
"There is no escaping it... That is correct, I want to know who will take my life," King Askild let out his true intention.
And stretched forth his hand, the soothsayer proceeded to place a wooden cup beneath it and cut open his palm.
His blood trickled into the wooden cut and Askild didn't even flinch, this pain was nothing to him.
The soothsayer proceeded to drink it and the moment she did, her eyes rolled back.
But something that had never happened, happened that day.
She began to convulse, it was like she was experiencing whatever it was she was seeing or rather, it was triggering this exact response.
Blood began to pour drip from her nose and Askild was visibly worried but he knew there was nothing he could do.
This was part of the process, even if it was something that had never happened before.
It wasn't in his place to interfere with the ritual even if it did kill her but he doubted that the gods would take her away and he was right.
The convulsion stopped and her eyes rolled back but for the first time in his life, Askild saw the soothsayer terrified.
Whatever it was she saw, something told him he was better off not knowing but her lips parted and muttered something.
Aksild got up to his feet the moment he heard this but this was an instinctive action, he was in disbelief but he shared the same look the soothsayer had.
Askild knew his fate and it horrified him but could fate be changed or was it etched in stone?
