CHAPTER XV
Haldora opened her eyes in rage. She got up only to find herself surrounded by two men. They stared at her naked body. Haldora tried to get up, but she was caught immediately. The men began to touch her as she screamed for them to let go. One of the men undid his pants. Haldora saw this action and as her rage fueled inside her she screamed so high that the men had to cover their ears. Haldora was thus freed and thought back. She kicked and punched the two men until her hands were covered in blood. When she stopped both men lay on the ground bleeding and motionless. Haldora took quick breaths at the thought of what she had done. Her thoughts were no long lasting because soon she heard voices from a far coming close. She ran into the cave and hid. The voices became more audible and soon echoed upon entering the cave, Haldora could see the flame flickering at the entrance. Her fears became dimmer as the light grew stronger. She was now sure she could fight people off. Haldora made scratching sounds to scare these men, but they were not easily scared. She waited until they were close enough to raise their flame to a roaring fire and appear screaming hysterically in a high pitched tone. The men ran away shouting in their own tongue, while Haldora remained behind laughing. The bodies that remained bothered her, so she moved to a cave higher up on the island. From this spot she could she approaching ships. She gave no other thought to those men she had killed. Morality was no longer on her mind. Her focus was now only in defending her territory.
She soon discovered that people would come to the island in search of her. Men and women would land on the island carrying crosses and candles, torches and weapons. They would try to draw her out. They thought she was a spirit or a demon. Haldora was amused by these people. She had been through this before and had survived. She was unafraid, if anything she was annoyed to be bothered on her territory. She would terrify these people, by causing fires and wild winds. She would haul in the night and growl in the morning. At times some men came very close to her and were able to see her. She would fight as a wild animal to maintain her anonymity. Haldora was taking revenge on all the men that had hurt her on the many men who was only trying to understand who she was.
Other people would leave gifts for her on the sands. They would pray as she had prayed to her gods. They would ask for goof crops and good life. They would ask for her to heal the sick and to better the lives of the oppressed. Haldora would never pick the gifts, but she could see them from her cave and soon she would think she was, too, a goddess. She would believe she was higher then any other god and that she was better then the new God that had persecuted her. When all these thoughts had condensed on her mind she slept soundly believe nothing could hurt her.
She closed her eyes and one night she heard strange sounds in the island. At first she thought either her admirers or her persecutors had landed. When she looked to the bay, there were no ships and she could see no lights in the vegetation. She searched the island for the sounds and soon noticed they came from above. She looked at the sky and saw a thunder storm coming close. In the clouds she could see the outline of a familiar creature. Otr was drawn on the clouds and every thunder sounded like him. Haldora was happy to see him, but his voice was of anger. Before she could hear what he had to say, she ran. She grabbed her bag with her belongings and ran through the rocks. As the twilight drew near she drew near the cliffs of the island. Haldora was so wrapped in her escape she fell straight down the cliff into the waters below.
Haldora swam out of the island the same way she had swam to come to the island. The night was fast approaching and she saw at the distance a figure she thought she would never see again. In her green dress, and appearing in a faint light, floated Hella. Haldora was lifted from the water and now floated as Hella did. She looked as valiant as possible, she was unimpressed with Hella’s presence and actions. Hella hadn’t lost her glarer.
You can not hurt me any more. -, reminded Haldora.
- There are many ways to disrupt one’s life line.
- You have no power over me. I don’t believe your power.
- That’s your choice! -, Hella warmly said. – Just remember you were not the only one who believed.
- So much power and you’re letting your people die?
- So his He! -, Hella reminded pointing to the skies. – If I were you I would leave here. I would go far. You should know that things like what just happen may happen again. By now you should have the same opinion as me. Mortals are… terrible. Insignificant. Worse then beasts. Yet you insist on living among them.
- I was like them. I don’t belong with you. I may hate them now, but I love them, because they are me. -, Haldora cried.
- You have no idea of your potential and because of that you will always be persecuted.
- Hella, why don’t you just leave me alone?
- Good idea.
Haldora felt her body being consumed by a cold blue fire. She could feel herself being lost in time.
Her hears heard nothing… Her mouth tasted nothingness… Her body felt emptiness.
