Chapters (92)
And from the mountain walls, they watched as the Älvolk rose to power, and they watched as a brash Omte King fell in love with a brave álfar woman. I saw them—Thor and Senka, hiding behind a stable as they exchanged words of love and stolen kisses.
And as Senka’s belly began to grow, the Ögonen watched and knew that their freedom might finally be within reach.
My birth brought my blood into this world. I had preternatural resilience and strength that came from my mother, and I had the álfar blood the Älvolk needed to open the bridge. For the first time in centuries, someone had the motivation—the Älvolk’s misguided belief that Alfheim was a kingdom paradise being denied from them—and the means—with me; I deciphered the recipe, gave them my blood, and brought them to the elk heart.
I was suddenly whisked ahead to when I first arrived in Merellä, and for the first time, I could see the subtle touches of the Ögonen pushing me where they wanted me to go, closer to Áibmoráigi so I could open the bridge.
I saw myself lying on the roof of the Mimirin beside Pan, and then I was pulled upward faster and faster, into the sky, into the stars.
86
Away
I was left in darkness, and when I opened my eyes, it was Pan’s worried face in front of me. But for one surreal moment, I had no idea where or when I might be. Ur had taken me through the whole breadth of our history, and when I blinked I was afraid I’d wake up caged on the mountain with the Ögonen.
But I was still here, in Pan’s arms, and he brushed the hair back from my face. He smiled down at me, tears in his eyes.
“Good morning, Ulla.”
“It’s morning?” I strained to see but the sky was dark above us.
“No, but I have no idea what time it is.” He glanced around. “It’s night, I guess.”
“What happened?” I asked him.
“I don’t know.” His brow knotted. “I came up, and you were unconscious on the ground. Dagny was chasing after the Ögonen, but they’re all crossing the bridge.”
“The Ögonen.” I sat up so I could see them strolling single file across the ravine. “They’re going home and they’re going to shut the door behind them.”
“What?” Sumi asked.
I looked over to see her. She’d been crouched, but she stood up, her dark eyes intense.
“They told me,” I explained. “Or showed me, really. They’re going back to Alfheim, and they want to ensure that no one will ever cross again.”
“We have to go,” she said quietly.
“What?” I asked. “Why do you have to go?”