El Duende Pt 3/3

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Part 1 Part 2

The war was over. La Republica had lost. Repression had once again taken control of Spain.

Pedro and Lola hid in a cave far into the woods. They had brought Pedro’s hunting rifle, his father’s shotgun, ammunition and some food. Not much more.

They knew about this cave from before. It was an old abandoned gypsy cave, quite a cosy place under other circumstances. A wooden door in the entrance, and a small window in the earth wall.

Five men came. Two of them had uniforms of the Guardia Civil, the other three seemed to be peasants. They were looking for Pedro and Lola. They were moving up towards the cave, slowly, from tree to tree, from rock to rock. They seemed to know where they were hiding.

A bird flew down from one of the trees, landed in the bushes and disappeared.

Pedro took position at the door, Lola in the window. The men came closer. They loaded their guns.

Don’t shoot yet, whispered Pedro. I want to speak to them. Maybe we can get to some kind of agreement.

Lola held the rifle to her shoulder, looking firmly through the sight. They will not bargain, mi amor. If we surrender we are dead.

The five men kept moving closer, signalling between themselves with their hands.

One of them started screaming. Aaaaaahh! A snake! A snake bit me!

They stopped for a moment. Silence. Only the bitten man’s moans could be heard.

Another man started screaming. Bitten as well.

It’s crawling with snakes!

Lola fired. Hit one of them in the shoulder. The ones still able to fight started shooting, retreating down the way they came from. Pedro could see them moving further down. They seemed to be heading back to town.

Pedro and Lola needed to get out of there fast, they would be back. They got out and ran further into the forest behind the cave. They kept walking up towards the mountains.

That night they slept outside. They had left the food in the cave, and they did not dare to light a fire. They were cold and hungry.

Early in the morning Lola woke up to the sound of Pedro’s voice. From the depths of her dreams, reality slowly came back. A horrible reality she didn’t want.

We need to go.

They kept moving up the forest covered mountains. Walked without pauses, without rest.

At mid day they heard dogs barking. The men had gone to get reinforcements. They were many more now, looking for them.

The dogs were coming closer. They could see them. Behind them they heard men shouting. Pedro and Lola started running. It was difficult in this rough terrain. Spines and branches cut their legs and arms. The dogs were right behind them.

Out of the bushes a rabbit appeared. It ran just in front of the dogs, teasing them. Then it ran off down a dry river lair. The dogs followed. Pedro and Lola climbed up the hill, hid i the bushes. They could see the dogs far below. They were following a deer now, and the men were following the dogs. The rabbit could no longer be seen.

They kept walking up, crossing the high mountains. There were no trees now. The path was steep, and they were tired.

Downwards it was easier, but they were even more visible. All night they walked. In the early morning a man appeared. He had a gun in his hands. For a moment they all froze. Lola held her hand tight around her weapon.

Bonjour! The man said with a friendly smile. Ca va bien?

A French hunter. They were out of Spain.

The man signalled them to follow him. They looked terrible, their clothes were torn. Cuts everywhere. The man knew why they were there, and wanted to help them.

Pedro turned around, looked towards where they had been coming from, as to make sure no one was following. He saw a little man sitting on a stone. A little man with a green hat on his head. The little duende waved, laughing, and jumped down behind the rocks.

A bird flew up and disappeared over the mountains.

https://libcom.org/history/women-spanish-revolution-solidarity

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/spain/11519691/General-Franco-to-be-officially-defined-by-Spain-as-a-dictator.html

https://www.papermasters.com/pans-labyrinth-requiem-spanish-peasant.html

https://www.britannica.com/event/Spanish-Civil-War

https://lizzieeldridge.wordpress.com/2017/04/14/the-second-spanish-republic-and-the-crucifixion-of-goodness/

El Duende Pt 2/3

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First part here.

It turned out to be señoritos, rich land owners, who had killed them. They stopped by later that day, making a lot of threats, but no one could do anything.The killings continued. Every morning they found new bodies.

The Guardia Civil, the village military police, was no longer to be seen.

The next day Pedro went out to milk the goat again, but once again the goat was milked. This time the bucket was gone.

A bit confused Pedro looked around the barn. No milk anywhere, but the goat was empty. And there couldn’t have been anyone here. Could there?

So someone have been stealing our milk… That’s odd. It had never happened before. He was worried.

Every morning someone was found dead. The rich men from the city had said they would kill everyone who had voted against the old system. Pedro knew he was in danger.

Life went on, though. They never went anywhere in the night time, but he was worried of who had stolen the milk. The revolutionaries would not steal from him, he knew that. They were occupied taking down the ones in power.

This morning things seemed to be back to normal. He was going down to meet his cousin and some friends to talk about the situation. They couldn’t let people keep disappearing. He went to milk the goat before he left, and was picking up some utensils when he heard something behind him. He turned around.

He was astonished. He had never really believed in the gnomes, but there it was. The same little creature he’d seen the other day. It was real.

Hey! It said. You want some milk? He kicked the milk bucket over. Pedro looked at the milk on the floor…Third part

What did you do that for?

The little creature glared at him viciously. Then he kicked the goat in the butt.

Hey stop that! What do you think you’re… The little gnome came running towards him. Kicked him in the leg. Why you little… Now he was getting angry.

He tried to kick it, but he missed. He tried again. The little soul less gnome was too fast. It picked up a log from the floor. Hit him in the ass with it. Pedro was really pissed now. He grabbed a long stick meant to be the handle for a broom.

Now you’ve done it, he said, hitting for the little man. Missing. All the time. The duende, on the other hand got it quite a few punches. After a long fight he was lying on the floor, exhausted. The little man was sitting on the bench laughing. Pedro was defeated He got up, limped out of the barn.

He walked down towards town. He saw a large group of people further down. They were talking, shouting. People were running up and down the slope. Pedro walked over, slowly, his whole body was hurting.

There were three bodies on the ground. One of them was his cousin. If it wasn’t for the fight with the little man, Pedro would have been one of them.

They just shot them down! Señor Gomez was terrified. Who will be the next? Who will be the next!?

Pedro’s mother was there, crying her eyes out. You have to leave, Pedro! It’s too dangerous here for you now!

Pedro knew she was right. He went home.

I have to go, he said to his wife when he arrived.

She said nothing, ran to the bedroom and started packing.

The same afternoon they left for the forest.

Third part

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_Spanish_Republic

http://vc.bridgew.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1265&context=jiws

Ragnarok

Ragnarok

Odin was looking to the horizon. He was worried. Times were changing. The war on the giants had calmed down for now, but he knew it would not last. A new treat had emerged. A threat of another world. The realm of Zeus had already fallen. Even the powerful Jupiter. A new emperor was coming. He had a son. Together they had become more powerful than any other gods.

He saw his two ravens coming home. He already knew they had bad news.

In the lands of men the war had been going on for centuries. His realm among them was small now, just some fjords in the north.

They came in through Jotunheimen, the home of giants. The giants fled. Fenrir broke loose. In the loss of their home the giants pushed towards Valhalla. An army of giants and monsters were arriving. They knew not that there was no escape.

Odin heard the horn of Heimdall, Gjallarhorn. The end was coming. Ragnarok. But it would not be as it was foretold. It was not the end of the world. It was the end of the northern faith.

The Aesir, the Norse gods, prepared themselves for war. Men and gods together lined up at the gates of Asgard. The giants came crossing the bridge.

Let them come! Roared Thor with thunder in his voice. I’m ready!

He lifted his hammer, threw it. Killed hundreds of giants a throw. The Serpent of Midgard attacked. The fight lasted for ages. God versus beast. The entire world trembled until they both fell dead to the ground. The giants invaded Odin’s kingdom.

The gods fought bravely. Odin slayed giants. Heaps of them. Thousands. They could have won. Then Fenrir appeared.

A fierce beast, rampaging everything in it’s way, gods and giants alike. Odin lifted his sword and ran towards it, knowing it would be his end. The great warrior Tyr threw himself at it. Die, beast! He shouted. He was slain. Odin attacked. Struck two times before the beast devoured him and continued the destruction. Vidar, son of Odin, had seen his father fall. He was half giant, and had the strong sides of both his kin. He kicked Fenrir in the jaw, broke it. He killed it with his sword, but Valhalla had already fallen.

The new regime swiped in with an army of winged creatures. They destroyed everything. Giants. Gods. Dimensions.

To the underworld the Aesir were condemned. They had lost, but one day, some day the gods of Asgard will rise again.

http://norse-mythology.org/tales/ragnarok/

http://spangenhelm.com/the-christianization-of-the-norse/

Jörmungandr

Jörmungandr

Jörmungandr

There had been no wind for many days. Twenty hard men was rowing day and night. This night everything was black. No stars, no moon. Just darkness.

The waves rose. First a little bit, then more, harder.

We’re too far west! Shouted Haraldr. He was one of the oldest on the boat, and second in command. We can’t go further. The World Serpent could be lurking!

There is no such thing! Lefr responded. But the sea went higher and higher. He started doubting his new beliefs.

A face appeared from the waves. Huge, like the sea itself. It rose above them. A creature of another world. The world of gods and giants, of powers beyond understanding. Jörmungandr. The Serpent of Midgard.

Turn! Shouted Leifr. Turn, we have to turn! The men rowed, as hard as they could. There was no way. No way to turn, no way to get back. The Snake was over them. It controlled the waves, moved the boat where ever it wanted. Played with them. A creature of death and destruction. They were doomed.

The wind rose even more. Thunder. Lightning. Thórr. Jörmungandr lifted it’s head, ready to strike. A lightning bolt pierced into it. It turned. Looking towards the skies. The men could hear the thunder rolling. Thórr’s wagon. The hooves of his bucks. The deafening cracks of his hammer.

The storm was savage. The waves where high as mountains. A fight between gods. The men fell. All control was lost. The boat was thrown around through the seas. Another lightning bolt. Another. Another. They heard the terrifying roars of the snake. It could no longer be seen.

The storm calmed down. They were lost, far away in the sea. The sun rose.

Land! Land ahead!

The new land was different from the lands they knew from before. Everything was bigger. The trees. Even the blueberries.

If we find our way home, we can bring more people and make a settlement here, said Leifr.

Do you think people will dare to go on such a dangerous trip? Said Haraldr skeptically. I don’t think big blueberries will be enough.

Hmm… I guess you’re right. Leifr thought for a while. Got it! From today this land will be called Wineland. That should cut it.

In this moment Harald remembered why he always went with Leifr on these crazy trips. The man was a genius.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leif_Erikson

https://poweredbyrobots.com/2017/04/13/blood-in-the-depths/

Odin’s Visit

Odin’s Visit

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It was mid winter, and the celebration of the turn of the darkness had already started. The children were waiting for Odin to come with gifts, as they all thought they had been nice this year. But Freidis knew Solvar had not. She was the only one who knew. She hadn’t told anyone.

Solvar looked at her, with a nasty grin. He knew as well. He knew. And he would do it again, she was sure of it. She hated him, but most of all she was scared. He would not get any gifts this year, she thought. He wouldn’t get any gifts at all.

The pig was slaughtered. The fire burned in the fireplace, and the smoke rose up towards the hole in the roof. The smell of grilled grease filled the room, like it did every winter at this time. They were all ready to eat when the heard the noise on the roof: Odin’s eight legged horse. They ran outside to look for the gifts. There were no gifts there.

Solvar got upset. Stupid Odin, he said.

But, Solvar, be careful! Said his mum. One should not speak badly of the gods. They could hear you.

Solvar didn’t care. He went inside, into the big room which was their house. Someone was there. A huge man, with a soft, pointed hat on his head. Red clothes. He turned slowly around. Solvar could see him now. Odin. His big, white beard. The sack of gifts he always carried. But the sack was empty.

I know what you did to your sister, said Odin. His one eye lit up in lust for punishment. The other was an empty socket. Solvar started backing towards the door.

Ho ho ho! Laughed Odin as Solvar turned and ran towards the door. It shut. He slammed on the door, shouting for his mum. No answer.

No one can hear you! You’re already gone! Solvar could see his horse now as well. The living room was diffuse, somehow. Fading. He was cold. Odin grabbed him. Solvar tried to fight, but Odin was a god. He threw Solvar into the sack.

Ho ho ho! He jumped on his horse. They flew into the night and disappeared.

Freidis came into the room. There were gifts all over. Her brother was not there. She had already known. He wouldn’t get any gifts this year. He wouldn’t get any gifts at all.

http://www.paganspath.com/magik/yule-history2.htm

https://milliethom.wordpress.com/2014/11/06/a-viking-sacrifice-to-odin/