Edda

We walked down into the village, with Stephas and Sindri leading me. The town was filled with the dark skinned, pointed rated people, and they had bright colored eyes, usually different shades of purple or green. The thing I did notice was they all seemed young, which again I couldn't figure out where this thought came from, I just kept coming back to it. I was having pains in my head, looking around. I could understand a lot of what I was looking at, but other things looked weird. Like the fruits and vegetables I saw all had names in my head, but this funny little beast looked odd. My brain came up with a cross between a chicken and a lizard, with wings like a bat. It was also around the size of a dog. All of these animals popped into my head, causing another headache. I held my hand to my head, letting the dizziness and pain fade. Stephas seemed to notice, and came over.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, and I shook my head to clear it. I blinked up at him, unsure how to answer.

"My... head hurts." I said simply, and he frowned.

"Ok, we'll we're almost there. I'll have Edda take a look when we get there." I nodded, and continued following the two men. Eventually we came to a house that seemed bigger and older than the rest, and Stephas knocked on the door. We waited for a few minutes, then heard muffled noises from within. Finally, the door opened and the woman who emerged was... different from the rest.

Her hair was as white as snow, and her eyes were a deep purple. She was pretty, but unlike the other dark elves I'd met, her face had lines to it. They were wrinkles, but not too deep. More like a distinguished older woman in her 60s. But I could tell she was much older than that. Again, I wondered where these strange thoughts came from.

"Oh, Stephas it's you. And you brought my good for nothing grandson Sindri. Oh, but who is this young woman?" She asked, her eyes locking into me. She came outside and walked around me in a circle, almost appraising me. I shuddered, not sure I liked how she looked at me. I crossed my arms around my chest.

"Are you Edda?" I asked, nervously. She cackled.

"Yes, young one, I am Edda. But everyone knows who I am. What I'm more interested in is who YOU are..." She said, continuing to examine me. "Come, come, inside! I need to get a closer look at you!" She said, ushering us inside her house. Inside it was jam packed with books and herbs and bottles of things. Some bottles looked like they had bits of living creatures in them, but it was hard to tell because the light was so dim. She brought me over to a small table and sat me down. Stephas and Sindri hung back, looking a bit uncomfortable in her house. I couldn't blame them; this woman was making me uncomfortable too, and I only had memories from about an hour ago.

Edda again examined me, but this time she touched my hair and my arms, then finally she grabbed my hands and pulled them up and examined my palms. Finally, she grabbed a hand and licked it. I gasped, and yanked my hand back. Edda cackled again.

"I was wondering how long you'd let me do that. Ok, I know what you are, now, but why are you here?" She asked, sitting down at the table. I wiped my hand on my front, and looked up at her.

"I'm not sure. They brought me here." I said, looking at the men trying their best to be anywhere else. Again, Edda cackled. I was starting to get a better understanding of why they didn't want to come here.

"No, child! Why are you in this world? You must know. You are definitely an angel, though different somehow than any other I've ever met. So, tell me. Why are you here?" She asked, and my head started pounding. I grabbed my temple, wincing. My head was killing me, and it was worse than when I had been in the village. What was going on?

"I-I don't... I don't..." I said, not able to make coherent statement. There was something, on the edge of my brain... some reason... why was I here? Her words were spinning around my head, over and over. I kept hearing them: "Why are here? Why are you here? Why are you here?" It was killing me. The pain was increasing. And then, it was gone. I looked up quickly, but I wasn't in her hut. Instead, I was on a road. It was nothing like the roads here with cobblestones, but it was smooth and black. Asphalt, my mind provided. There were two yellow lines in the middle, and two white lines on the edges. I was walking down on the side, on dirt. There were trees on either side.

"I can't believe he left me here!" I heard a frustrated voice say. It was then that I realized the voice was mine.