Two: Youth Lost“Run!” she urged her son. “Run son! Don't look back!” Hakon reached upward and gripped the frigid outside of the roof, pulling himself away from his mother. Once his body was outside the hovel, he peered down and watched as Svanhild was brutally taken by the beasts below. Her screams were quickly drowned out, replaced by the gargling of blood in her throat and the chilling moans of monsters in the darkness as they tore at her flesh and cracked her bones.
“Mother!” he screamed in panic but there was no reply, no cries of help to the young High-Stone, only stillness, only violent silence. The evening fire of the hearth had been snuffed out and in the void of the hovel glowing eyes peered up through the hole in the thatch roof and set themselves upon the frightened boy. His he
