💙14 - Mercy bites [Runes of Wyrd - vol 3]🤍

For almost a year, I’ve been writing Runes of Wyrd. Today, I’m proud to bring its universe to life in a new way. Discover the game: 💙🤍 ---> https://runesofwyrd.com/ <--- 💙🤍 💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 In the pic - Sól & Odin - Min Shieldthrower - Helena Arvast Album : https://suno.com/playlist/d3b85d17-41e5-4f6c-bfbc-4086191ed19e 💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 Min felt the cold of the bridge again before she had lost the warmth of Helena’s hand. Behind her, the Jarl was still calling his daughter. She heard Bruno say something to him, then the voices suddenly receded, as though the mist had closed over a doorway. Beneath her feet, the ice still bore the traces of their crossing. Some footprints stopped halfway through a step; others continued in directions none of them had taken. She walked on without following them. The first images reappeared between the arches. A sail filled with wind, a stretch of sunlit coast, Ingrid’s hands clenched around her throat. Min felt her body stiffen as they approached, but the visions slipped past without managing to hold her. She was searching for something else among those fragments. A face, a voice, the movement of a red braid. “Helena?” The call returned to her from far away, distorted by the distance. Then a figure appeared a few steps ahead. Helena stood in profile within a light that did not illuminate the bridge. Her hair was loose. A strand clung to her cheek, and she was staring at something Min could not see. When Min reached towards her, her fingers met only mist. “Is it you? Can you hear me?” Helena turned her head sharply. “Min?” Her gaze passed over her without stopping. “Min, where are you?” “Here. I’m right in front of you.” The young woman stepped back, searching around her with growing unease. “Where are you?” Min tried to take her face between her hands, to make her meet the gaze she had so often refused her. The figure unravelled beneath her palms. For an instant, she glimpsed through her the walls of the Jarl’s chambers, the edge of a bed, then Ingrid lying on the floor. Helena immediately turned away. “Wait, Mother.” She vanished. Min took a step to follow her, but the room had already shifted. It now lay beyond the railing, suspended over the void. Ingrid was still moving inside it. Helena was running towards her, and the scene began again before she could reach her. “She no longer knows how long she has been trying.” Sól’s voice came from her left. The goddess stood beside a pillar, barely distinguishable beneath the mist. Her light no longer held the gentleness it had possessed in the memory. Min could see the strain in her face, her eyes fixed on the place above the void where Helena had just reappeared. “She believes she can get there quickly enough,” Sól continued. “This time, she will stop the arm. This time, her mother will hear her. The bridge lets her begin again.” Min watched the room unfold once more. “What did she see?” Sól took a moment to answer. “Everything that happened with Ingrid.” The name alone brought back the pain of the hands around her throat. Min raised her fingers to her neck, then let them fall. “Then help her.” Helena was still calling her mother. Each time, her voice seemed to come from a little farther away. “Sól, do something. Surely you can bring her back.” The goddess lowered her eyes to Min’s hands. A silence passed, long enough for her to hear water flowing deep beneath the ice. “Yes,” Sól said at last. “There is a way.” Min moved closer. “What is it?” “I have to leave you.” She waited for more, unable to understand why those words had required such hesitation. “Her voice reaches you,” Sól explained, “but yours reaches her through her memories. She cannot follow you. To reach the place where she has shut herself away, I must leave your spirit. I will be able to light the way back to her body.” “Then do it.” Sól did not move. “Min, hear me out.” “She’s drifting farther away.” “I know. But you must understand what you are agreeing to.” Through the mist, Helena was reaching towards her mother. Min saw her lips move without hearing the words. “Since I have been within you, Sköll has sensed my presence without being able to find me,” Sól continued. “Your spirit shelters me. Near you, Johannes manages to contain what is devouring him. If I leave, that protection will end. The wolf will be able to pick up my trail again.” Min stared at the goddess. “You can come back afterwards.” Sól did not answer immediately. “I cannot promise you that.” The cold suddenly seemed sharper. She remembered Johannes breathing slowly beside her, his jaw clenched as he tried not to show her what was struggling inside him. All those times when her presence had been enough to restore his own voice to him, she had believed it was a respite they would always be able to find again. “And Johannes?” “You will no longer be able to help him in the same way.” Min turned her head. Her eyes searched for the end of the bridge, but the mist had erased even the memory of the shore. “Are you asking me to choose between them?” Sól remained silent. 💙🤍 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 : >>> https://suno.com/song/e1187c95-c241-4a24-8f3c-7a97b9d46d7e <<< 💙🤍 💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 ...Oh Call her... Hold her... Bring her home... Oh... One life... All lives... Who decides...? Oh... (Ah...) Oh... ah... Ah... (Oh...) Oh... Mercy bites, mercy bites, When the hand that saves lets go. Mercy bites, mercy bites, Somewhere we may never know. Bring her back, bring her back, Let the distant voices wait. One is calling through the darkness. Who can love a world that way? Who can love a world that way? The girl keeps running towards her mother, Through a room that will not let her leave. The woman calls across the frozen water; There is no hand inside the empty sleeve. She owes her nothing. Still, she feels it: Every bitter word she let pass by. She cannot make the child forgive her, But she can hear the grown girl cry. The sun says, “I can reach her. But I must leave your shelter bare. The wolf will catch my scent again. Your love must face what waits in there.” She hears each word. She sees the danger. Then comes the cry she cannot bear. A thousand lives have no voice near her. The one she knows... The one she knows!!! The one she knows...(is everywhere) Save her now. (Save her!) We'll find a way. She spends a promise No one made. A way... Somehow... Not him... (Not him) Not now... Not now!!! Mercy bites, mercy bites, When the hand that saves lets go. Mercy bites, mercy bites, Somewhere we may never know. Bring her back, bring her back, Let the distant voices wait. One is calling through the darkness. Who can love a world that way? Mercy bites, mercy bites, Hear the living call it grace. Mercy bites, mercy bites, Who will take the lost girl's place? She's home... She's home... He stands... Alone...