Editing AfterRagnarok:The Mythic (section)

== Miekke #794 ==
 
Miekke, as Freyr stumbled up and lurches towards your bike, you can feel the blood running down your back from where the bullet clipped your shoulder, hot blood in the cold night. From around the circle the Wolves are still firing, their gunshots muffled by the ringing in your ears, by the hammer of your heart. You press yourself low against the bike, and suddenly you can feel the bullet still inside you, as it grates against the bone. You howl at the sudden pain, at the feeling of wrongness, the feeling of violation. Your vision blurs - with tears, with faintness. There's an awful sense of retreating within yourself... no, of being roughly pushed aside. And you remember... something.

A line of poetry. A song.

Freyr… A smell intrudes. Among the blood and snow and cordite, the stink of flesh... burning. And some part of you sees the rune burning in the flesh of Miekke's shoulder, molten and burning like a brand.

Miekke, the pain is receding. You feel stronger somehow.

No, not dying. Something... more.

A throaty chuckle erupts unbidden from your mouth. You start in shock. Who has stolen your voice? You fight back. Take back your body your soul your voice your heart.

The other relinquishes its grip. Steps back with a mocking bow, and a twinkle in his one good eye.