'Lost'
By R C Stankewitz
Copyright 2007 All Rights Reserved
Chapter 5
“Reconnaissance Missions”
Their breakfast over, the trio sat down to get to know one another better. Because he was the host, Kellan decided that he would go first.
“I live in, or I guess that I should say that I did live in Roseville, California with my mate, Tasha” he began to tell them. “My Tasha is a Siberian tiger that I met in the Air Force. We married after I was out of the military and we settled in Roseville. We have two sons, Kellan Jr. and Kory. They're both equines, Kellan Jr. looks like me and his younger brother Kory has his mother's ruddy orange coloring and faint stripes on his arms and legs.” Kellan smiled with a look of love for his family. “Kory is named after my brother” he added as a look of sadness crossed his muzzle. The two immortals could feel his pain as he said that last part.
After a few moments, Kellan looked at Torvald as he said “I would like to hear your story. I'm not sure why, but you seem...different...from other equines I have known.”
The berserker nodded and spoke. “I am different because I'm not from the 21st century. I was born in Denmark in the 10th century. I was a Berserker in my former life.” He looked to see that Kellan was not surprised by this information.
“I thought something was different about you” the smaller equine stated. “I've never seen another blond equine since Kory's football team played a team from southern California. Their coach was a blond equine femme.” this caused the immortal pair to smile at one another and start chuckling.
“Was her name Aslaug Larsdatter?” Torvald asked with a silly grin on his mug. The tigress was trying her best not to crack up laughing at the situation.
“Yeah, I think so” Kellan replied. “It's been so long ago it's hard to remember.” He was puzzled by the fact that his guests were laughing at this information.
“We know that blond femme” the tigress stated. “She visits with us often. That game was just three weeks ago by our time.” Torvald was laughing now as Victoria continued. “We remember your son because he really stands out from the crowd.”
“That is scary if you ask me” Kellan commented. “We must be from the same world then.” The immortal pair were nodding their heads in agreement. “You still haven't told me how you became immortal, though.”
The berserker got up and lifted up his tunic to show Kellan two scars about four inches wide, one on his back and one on his chest. “This was from a broadsword that killed me in a battle over Saxony.” He saw the smaller equine's eyes go wide from that information. “I wasn't supposed to die that day so the gods made me immortal to continue my work. I was brought to Seattle in 1891 where I was to learn my craft. Some things happened to derail that however. I was left in a mess, freezing out in the snow. I was thankful that Loke sent somebody to see after me.” Kellan was still mulling this over when the Trickster shimmered into view.
“Torvald! My favorite immortal stallion! Odin says they're trying to figure out exactly where this place is!” Loke told the berserker excitedly. The weasel turned and looked around the cabin to realize there was some fur there that was new to him. “And who is this stallion that I haven't met before? Is he one of your friends or family?”
“This is Kellan” the huge stallion said. “He has been here for 22 years but I think it's less time than that on our world. I think by what we were just talking about that he's from our world.”
“Well, any friend of yours is a friend of mine” the weasel stated. “I am Loke” he said to Kellan as he smiled at him. “I will see to it that you're rescued from here too” he added, sitting down on the couch with the smaller equine.
Loke turned to face the berserker again. “Odin, Freya and Christopher are planning out how to rescue you as we speak. Wait a little while and summon me again. I will tell you any news that I hear.” The Trickster began to shimmer again so he stepped to the middle of the room. “Odin can pull me back from here. I will tell your family you are OK whe...” The weasel was cut off as he shimmered out of sight.
“Well, you see what we have to put up with” the tigress said as she looked at the smaller equine. Kellan was trying to say something as he pointed to the spot where Loke had been just moments before.
“Apparently I can summon him by saying his name” the huge equine stated. “Every so often I accidentally summon him. He really hates that.” The smaller equine was starting to grasp what was up with these two immortals.
“Victoria, how did you become immortal?” the smaller equine asked as he looked at her intently.
“Torvald had to overcome his fear of losing me to be able to fulfill his work for the gods” she began. “The archangels interfered with that so I was pulled into his quest to overcome that fear.” The tigress swallowed hard as she remembered the evil she felt in Surt's realm. “I was taken into a dark realm that would have destroyed me if I were a mere mortal, so the gods saved me in the only way they could; they made me immortal.”
“OK, now that I'm totally confused, what do we do now?” the smaller equine stated.
“I guess we sit tight and wait for the gods to rescue us” the berserker said as he made himself comfortable in his chair.
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“The gods are going to know about your game” the older entity said nonchalantly. He had watched the weasel visit the cabin with interest. “You know Christopher will send the archangels after you.”
“I am not afraid of the angels! I can defeat them easily!” the younger entity replied to the older one in a defiant tone of voice.
“You are making a mistake if you ask me” the older entity commented. “I wouldn't mess with the gods if I were you.”
“Don't you have a war to start somewhere?” the younger entity said flippantly as he went back to planning his next moves.
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It had only been a few minutes since he had left when Loke reappeared at the Svensen residence. “I have good news” he said to the two feline femmes. They were still sitting on the couch, message in paw.
“Well, what is it?” Valerie asked as her tail twitched in anticipation. She was more than ready for her sister and brother-in-law to return home safely any minute.
“Odin, Freya and Christopher are formulating a plan” the weasel stated. “I will no doubt hear something soon.” He started to leave but stopped quickly. “Your family are with another equine named Kellan. They are in a cabin so they are safe for now.” The Trickster then shimmered and left.
“At least they have shelter” Valerie commented as she got a look of relief on her muzzle.
They went into the kitchen and were making some sandwiches for dinner when the doorbell began to ring, followed by knocking on the door. Barbara went to the door and looked out the peephole to see the filly standing there.
“Aslaug! Come in, please!” she beckoned as she stood to the side for the filly to enter. It was apparent that she had just come from a pickup game at the park. The Shieldmaiden was still wearing her football cleats, shoulder pads and her favorite jersey that was custom made by a filly in San Francisco. It was a black jersey that said in clearly legible white letters on the front