Dandi huffed, her hands on her hips as Zayne struggled to stand. She had pushed all the air out of his lungs flinging him backward, while Einar whittled a stick to nothing, and Munnin mocked him from a high branch.
Since being here, he had learned a few things that he had few limitations, being half norn and seior.
Dandi had explained that his only restraint was what fell into the hands of fate. Meaning he couldn’t drastically alter anything. He couldn’t go backward or forwards into time or stop time itself. He couldn’t reverse death or completely alter reality. It was as if fate was a pond full of vibrant fish, he couldn’t add or take away water, but he could change the temperature, color, and current. He couldn’t change the fact it was a pond or had fish, but he could persuade the
