Hey so quick note. I plan to wright for as long as I can but life comes first so I might not be very consistent in my releases. And I promise now that if I do decide to end this novel I’ll end it the right way. With a real ending, I don’t plan on just disappearing.

And thanks you for caring. 

Ch2

-Nanook Vintersmed’s POV-

“AHHHHHHH”

“Wouaaa wouaaa”

Aww my wife has finely given birth.

The midwives quickly wash him and wrap him in a towel. Then hand him to me to give to my wife.

“A healthy boy, you must be proud.”

One of them says to me.

“Hm”

I respond curtly as I quickly go to my wife.

“Wouaaa”

“Look Marte. It’s a healthy boy.”

I holler as tears stream down my eyes.

“Huff hoo huff. That’s great honey. Bring him to me.”

“Yes dear”

I said as I cared our new son to her. He wailed like a banshee the whole way.

“Wouaa omp gulpgulp gulp”

“There there my son, everything will be all right.”

Aww its over it’s all over. These past seven months have been some of the hardest months of my life as I watched my wife suffer in bed. When she got pregnant she was fine for the first two months and showed all the regular signs of pregnancy and was faring better then she had before. But then an everlasting cold came and all she could do was lie in bed and wait for it to pass. It was awful she would start to feel better right after eating and before going to the bathroom. But then she would collapse right after and we would have to carry her to her room. She could little work since we feared for her life. This hurt her pride the most as she was known as one of the best caretakers in town. She palled considerable over the course of five months and shrank little by little even though she was eating more then she had ever before. Those five months all I thought about was how I could help her get better. But all I could do was watch and wonder about how much pain she bore.

We live on the border of civilization and many people fear us so no one would come to help even if we offered all the gold we had. So my son Jager and I tried our best to run the house and care for Marte as best as we could. Jager took up any small job he could do as a five year old from cleaning others homes to working on their farms, while I went out into the forest to hunt for meant and medical herbs. And then it happened, the child started to move. Marte’s cold went down considerably but she was incredibly weak and could barely move after the months of bed rest. As time passed the light came back to Marte’s skin and the child moved more often. Every once in a while the cold would come back but it never lasted. We thanked the gods for their mercy many times within those final two months.

Jager had to go on his right of passage four days ago even though he wanted to see his mother through her birth. He had just turned five a month before and we could not put it off anymore or he would have been expelled from the village. But he held up his head and shook his tars away so that we would not worry for him. He will make a fine man one day.

“Nanook, can you take our son? It seems like he has calmed down now. And you haven’t stopped looking at us this whole time.”

“Haha, I was only watching a Valkyrie feed her child.”

I say as I take our new son. He has a pudgy face and a squishy nose. He is bright pink everywhere and has a slight glow about him. He is very heave for his size so he must be healthy. And it feels like there is a little bit of muscle under all the fat on him. And a strange mark sat on his left shoulder too small to see clearly but in time will grow clear and might cover his shoulder completely.

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“So what should we name him dear?”

“Hummm. How about Martoel.”

“Aww what a great name for a strong baby boy. You must become strong Martoel and live up to this name and support your father.”

“In due time honey, in due time.”

…

-Martoel POV-

Ahhhhhhhhhh

What are these things doing to me?

Where did the warmth go?

And how come there are these visions coming to so easily to me?

And why are you so big?

Wait is this where I will spend the rest of my life, out here in the open space, with these constant visions. At least I am still in control of my body.

Awwww that feels good. The warmth is coming back.

Hey what did you put on me?

Never mind this thing feels so comfortable.

“i5s @ H3l1e d09”

“Hm”

What did they just say?

And what is that thing. It’s huge and hairy. With ash brown hair to his shoulders slightly braided at the ends and a full beard to his chest. He has dark blue eyes like the night sky firmly set in place and a rosy red nose slightly poking out from behind all that hair. He looks quite broad and stands upright with a strong air around him. Alert with every muscle on his body slightly bulging as he slowly takes me.

“Hey what are you? Where are you taking me? Answer me.”

“lu3k hu*8 @ k#lt9 b09”

“What? What did you just say?”

“Huff hoo huff %h@st ge8 h0r@( b*n5 in H9r.”

“y7 da8”

“What are you doin...”

Hey I’m not in control anymore what’s going on why am I latching on to this creature with the opening on my odd extension…

Muuuum. What is this wonderful sensation entering my body? And how did my body know to do that. And how can this beautiful creature know what my body wants.

Well she is beautiful with her golden blond hair that frames her pail face squarely flowing gently around herself. She has a round face with strong cheek bones and a curved chin, with a wide smile on her face with soft pink lips. Her eyes are light blue like a clear sky and a short nose gradually curving into her face perfectly. She lay there looking quite thin but with a little residual muscle still there for some reason. She had an elegant air about her even though she looked quite worn down. And seemed to be only a little shorter than the man but it was hard to tell with her laying down. And she was quite generous in the curves that I happened to be resting on.

Aww I could get used to a life full of this sweet nectar. Laying on this soft bulgy thing listening to the familiar “Ba-bum-ba-bum”

I wonder if that was her all that time?

So what caused the shaking then? I now know where the “Ba-bum’s” come from so what made those happen I wonder.

Oh well I’ll find out eventually but for now I just feel heavy and slow. Wait am I fading again? I haven’t moved that much though. Oh well it’s not like I can control it. I’ll just have to solve that mystery as well.