Adina

"Time means more now,' Adina laughed bitterly, swinging whiskey from the bottle, her sky-eyes captured by the hopeful glow of the fire. 'who would image that time was more valuable to an Immortal?" In 1014AD, something happens to Adina Erikdottir, at the age of seventeen years old. In 2016, she's still alive. And still seventeen. Adina is one of the rare few Immortals, a evolved species of human that have come from throughout time with no purpose or meaning. An accident at a hospital means Immortal blood is used in a transfusion, and the patient is soon found to be cured of a terminal illness within a few months. Having lived in secrecy for so long, they must all decide on their fate with regular society... Although a force behind the scenes is trying to stop Adina from realising the truth about what they all really are.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cover by the amazing: Beautifully Music Nerd

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1. Denmark - 1014AD

Adina wrapped her furs tighter around her thin body. The muscle was lean and taunt from manual labour, defined faintly under the thick layers of hide and furs that kept the winter from clawing at her pale skin.

 

The ships hadn't come back yet, which had caused quite a bit of concern amongst the village. They were meant to bring back gold, slaves, finery and trading supplies from the other lands, but Adina had watched each day, and there was no sign of them.

 

Her fair hair was caught in the breeze, making it swirl and dance in delicate strands. It's pale shade had made many jealous, and produced many suitors, though she had chosen her husband already.

 

She just needed him to come back on the ship that had set sail nearly a full year ago.

 

"Adina, you should marry again, he isn't coming back to you." A deep voice rumbled with a satisfied tone behind it, causing Adina to turn her head.

 

Godric stood there, a smirk on his face as he placed his large hand on her shoulder. Giving him a cold look, Adina shrugged him off of her and stepped away, murmuring softly.

 

"Godric, I said I would never marry you," she said, biting her lip and turning away again, turning towards the water. "your last wife took away your only claim to being a man when she divorced you."

 

Suddenly, Adina felt hands clasping around her neck, forcing themselves together and closing off the cold air in her lungs, making her gasp and flail in an attempt to shake off her attacker.

 

"You little veslingr!" Godric choked out, anger over-whelming his voice and making it an animalistic growl as his hands continued to tighten, making Adina's world grow darker.

 

Her lungs were on fire. Air. She needed to breathe. But she couldn't and fighting was getting harder, it felt like moving through ice water. She was being pulled under.

 

Adina's eyes closed and she became still, her chest not moving, causing Godric to drop her body to the frozen ground. Looking up, he saw several magnificent long boats beginning the slow journey into the harbour and a lump formed in his throat.

 

Dragging the body, he pushed her into the water, hoping that the furs would drag her down to the depths before anybody could notice what he'd done.

 

Quickly he left, heading back to the village to let them know that the ship's had returned.

 

Nobody would ever know what happened to Adina, and her husband would have to re-marry to somebody else.

 

It was a cut-throat world, and Godric knew that. For the people of the Northern lights, death was an inevitable fate, even if Valhalla waited on the other side.

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