ᚴᛅᛒᛁᛏᚢᛚᛁ 16
The Archivist led us through the secret passage, away from the hustle and bustle of the Academy. Above us, students were going about their business, unaware that there was a Viking and his mother in the building. Asger’s expression was one of wonder, his eyes wide, his lips slightly parted as he took in our surroundings. We’d not even seen any computers or technology, yet he was already amazed.
Heather didn’t seem fazed by being back after such a long time, but she was smiling as we hurried down the stairs and towards the Archive. I wonder how much time had passed since Hjalmar and I disappeared. Hjalmar had promised me that it would only be mere minutes, but that was before he went missing and we had to rely on old-time travel tech. At least the Archivist had recognised me,
