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All-Mother Mountain
”By Odin, where am I,” Bloodhound coughed. They sat up and began to take in their surroundings. It was a cave of some sort, decorated with old items like they were from the old village. On a nearby table there were jars, pots and bowls with herbs and liquids for making medicine it seemed. “Wait, why is my breathing…MY MASK!” Bloodhound jumped up and frantically searched the room, tearing it apart as they searched for the object. With it not here they dashed through cave until she arrived at a shrine of some sort. In front of it was the breathing apparatus, their clothes and their helm that was once a Goliath’s skull. They put the apparatus on first, taking in the filtered air with relief before putting on their clothes. Unfortunately their helmet had been broken apart. Maybe, they had fallen? What ever the case with the skull no longer wearable they took of the hood that was fastened over their head and undid the hair ties, revealing long, raven black hair. Then there was a clanking noise and an elder woman appeared from a large metal door.
She had greyed hair, wrinkled skin and wore a very intricate outfit and headdress which seemed to be like a kind of crown. Maybe she was a leader. “Oh you are awake,” she said.
“Who are you, where am I, and why did you remove my mask,” Bloodhound asked intimidatingly.
“My name is Grand Matriarch Teersa of the Nora and you are in our sacred mountain. Some of our Braves found you within the Embrace, injured and unconscious. We brought you here to heal under All-Mother’s light. As for the mask, thought it was just clothing.”
“No, it’s not. It’s the only thing keeping me alive, said Bloodhound, I can remove it, but if it’s removed for too long, I could die. Also, WHAT ALL-MOTHER. HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT THE ALLFATHER ODIN!”
“I’m not disrespecting you, Teersa said, maybe our tribes have similar religions and beliefs.”
That seemed to calm Bloodhound down. “Right, tribes, I’m guessing I’m not on Olympus anymore?”
“You’re not from around here then,” asked Teersa.
“No, I came from a planet known as Talos in the Frontier of the Outlands. My parents were killed in an accident and I was brought up by my uncle in his village where we lived without technology but I was always drawn to it. I used a powerful weapon to attempt to take down a Goliath that had been attacking us, however it survived and attacked again in retribution. I slayer it for good, but my uncle was killed. So I left in search of a way to honour him.”
“You are from another world, but, that’s impossible,” said Teersa.
“How can it be impossible?”
“A friend, who is the one who ensured we are here, nearly a thousand years ago, told me that any attempt to live somewhere else was stopped when something the “Odyssey” crashed as it tried to leave.”
“That, doesn’t sound right,” said Bloodhound.
“Maybe you should speak with her, Teersa suggested, as long as you stay here, you are welcome. Oh and ignore the looks some people will give you, not everyone agrees with the new direction I’m taking the tribe in.” Bloodhound nodded and was guided outside. She stood there for a moment was she looked at the valley below. Then there was a caw and a raven landed on their shoulder.
“Artur, they said, we need to find the others, but for now, let us hunt.” The Raven seemed to nod in acknowledgement before flying off their shoulder and then, Bloodhound ran down the hill, into the village and world below.