💙12 - Raven Between Us [Runes of Wyrd - vol 2]🤍

In the picture, from left to right: - Bruno Arvast - Helena Arvast - Min Shieldthrower Album : https://suno.com/playlist/d3b85d17-41e5-4f6c-bfbc-4086191ed19e 💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 The raven finally slipped free from Helena's hands in a sudden beat of wings, rising above the snow-covered rooftops before vanishing into the gray skies of the Land of Ice. For several seconds, she remained motionless, as though a part of her spirit refused to fully return to her body. The images that had crossed her mind were already fading, leaving behind only a strange emptiness. Slowly, she pressed a hand against her forehead. "What... what happened to me?" Min immediately knelt beside her. Though she tried to remain calm, the concern in her eyes was impossible to hide. "Are you alright? You were somewhere else. It felt as though you couldn't even see us anymore... as if your spirit had left this place entirely." Helena looked up at her. "It was Skörta." Min fell silent for a moment. "The queen?" Helena nodded. "I don't know how to explain it. I felt her presence. I saw what she was seeing. For a moment, it was as though I was looking through the raven's eyes." She stared at her own hands in confusion. "But how is something like that even possible?" Even Johannes did not answer immediately. For once, the man who always seemed to possess an explanation for the world's mysteries appeared reluctant to speak before thinking carefully. Meanwhile, on the far side of the village, Bruno followed the Brúarsjá toward his dwelling. The watcher's hut looked unlike any other building in the settlement. While the longhouses were sturdy and welcoming, this place seemed built for conversations with things unseen. Braided roots wrapped around the turf walls like the veins of some ancient tree. Bleached bones hung beneath the roof's overhang alongside black feathers and small stones covered in worn symbols. Even the wind felt different around the structure, as though it hesitated before crossing its threshold. Inside, the firelight cast shifting shadows across dozens of strange objects: pieces of driftwood, carved antlers, dried roots, and carefully arranged fragments of volcanic stone. The Brúarsjá lowered himself onto a weathered stone seat. His face carried every mark of age, yet his eyes possessed an unsettling intensity. They gave the impression of watching several horizons at once. Before Bruno could speak, the old man raised a hand. "Say nothing, stranger. I already know why you have come. Just as I knew why all the others came before you." Bruno frowned. "All the others? Then we are not the only ones searching for answers?" A strange laugh escaped the old man's throat before dissolving into a fit of coughing. "You believe you are the first to seek passage between worlds?" He recovered his breath slowly before continuing. "Since Heimdall no longer guards the crossings, the roads have grown less silent. Since the fall of Bifröst and the beginning of the Runic Twilight Age, those gifted with certain abilities perceive far more cracks between the realms than they once did." Bruno considered his words carefully. "And yet we believed the bond between gods and mortals had weakened after the Runes of Wyrd were used." The old man laughed again. "Weakened? Look around you. Look within yourself. You speak the language of my people despite never hearing it before, and somehow you consider that normal." A trembling finger pointed toward Bruno. "You do not even understand how you are able to understand me." This time Bruno found no answer. After a long silence, he returned to the reason for his visit. "Then tell me, Brúarsjá. Where should we seek Yggdrasil?" The old man closed his eyes. The fire crackled softly in the darkness. When he finally spoke, his voice was little more than a whisper. "Seek the place where the burning breath of the deep earth embraces the frozen sky. Where the land bleeds fire beneath a crown of ice, forgotten paths sometimes choose to reveal themselves." Bruno waited for more. None came. The Brúarsjá merely lifted his hand once again. "Go now. Some answers disappear the moment one tries to hold them for too long." Understanding that nothing more would be gained, Bruno bowed respectfully and left the hut. When he returned to the others, Helena was sitting beside the fire, still weakened by the strange connection she had experienced. "Well?" Bruno repeated every word spoken by the Brúarsjá. No one interrupted him. When he finished, Johannes folded his arms and looked toward the distant mountains. "The volcano." Everyone turned toward him. "That must be the key. The passage to Skuggadalr. The place where Yggdrasil will eventually reveal itself." Min's expression darkened slightly. "You mean we may have to approach a volcano?" Her protective gaze immediately settled on Bruno. Johannes shrugged. "I don't know yet. But I am certain of one thing: that is where we will find the queen, the jarl, and the others." Preparations were swift. Much of the village gathered to wish them farewell. Bruno spoke naturally with the locals in their own language, as though he had lived among them his entire life. Helena watched the scene with amusement. "Well, Bruno, what exactly did you tell them for all those women to look so happy about your departure?" The young man nudged her lightly with his shoulder. "Nothing special." "Of course." "I only told them that one day I would return." For a moment, his gaze drifted toward the white mountains dominating the horizon. "And perhaps, when that day comes, I will stay." Helena studied him quietly before ruffling his hair the way she had done when he was younger. Bruno immediately pushed her hand away with a protest that fooled absolutely nobody. "Stop that. I'm not a child anymore." "Oh really? Because you complain exactly like you did when you were ten." Despite himself, Bruno smiled. And while the people of the Land of Ice offered one final farewell, the four companions left the village behind and resumed their journey. Ahead of them stretched a road descending toward the fiery depths of the earth, where ancient fire met eternal ice, and where the first true secrets of Yggdrasil seemed finally ready to reveal themselves. 💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 The sky was in my hands A raven wore my eyes Cold winds carried her voice Beyond the reach of mortal roads I walked another path Yet never moved at all Now silence fills the space Where her spirit stood beside me Was it a dream... a dream? Raven Between Us... (Raven Between Us...) Raven Between Us... And still I hear Raven Between Us...(Raven Between Us...) And still I hear her breathing through the cold Raven Between Us... (Raven Between Us...) Raven Between Us... And still I hear Raven Between Us...(Raven Between Us...) And still I hear her breathing through the cold The raven left the sky Yet stayed behind my eyes Her voice still crossed the snow Like echoes trapped beyond the storm I reach into the cold For something I can't hold She feels so far away Yet closer than the beating sea Raven Between Us... (Raven Between Us...) Raven Between Us... And still I hear Raven Between Us... And still I hear her breathing through the cold Raven Between Us... (Raven Between Us...) Raven Between Us... And still I hear Raven Between Us... And still I hear her breathing through the cold