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IX.



The sandy terrain is a flat, vast stretch of land;

Constant heat pours down from the sky,

Draining the fluids from my reddened body.

Food is nary a trouble,

Nor is security along this trying path.

The beaches are devoid of any danger,

And the seas are abundant with fishes and more.

Rest and travel, linking together, come easily.



X.



For once since my journey’s beginning,

I am at peace with the nature around me.

My belly remains full throughout the days I spend traveling here,

And I sleep with ease at the coming of twilight;

My mind fills with visions during my slumber.

I hear the call of the Relic, the Ring,

The voices of the gods nudging me on;

Destiny  speaks, echoing my name in the winds.



XI.



I wander south, the sun glittering on the ocean’s top to my left,

Plagued by the torment of physical anguish.

Headaches and sweating in nightly hours are my pains,

The troubles from a relationship with the Gods’ Milk.

The little red flowers have hold of me,

But I fight their demonic entity, struggling for my freedom.

Night comes crawling out of the east

And I rest in the crashing waves.



XII.



The gods were always of utmost importance in Apheria;

Our Pantheon conceived from texts found in the Olden North.

We worshipped Odin, our All-Father,

And Thor, the master and wielder of His Hammer;

Under such sigils, I was wed to my love,

A pagan unification of two beaming souls.

It was with her that I heard the ring begin to speak again;

It was her passing that sent me forth.



XIII.



The apocalyptic sounds of the ocean shore return,

Roaring into reality and crashing into memory.

I awaken to discover a Wanderer;

Perhaps a Pilgrim, on some religious journey,

Or perhaps a rogue, circling his newly found prey.

I sit up sharply, sand spraying with my hair’s motion,

My hand reaching for my sword, but it slows to a pause

And I hear the words from this passing stranger:



XIV.



“Hail, Sir! I seek passage around these seas,

Will thee offer my weary soul assistance?”

My hand droops to my side, unneeded

Leaving my sword to sway in the sudden sea breeze.

I shake clean my hair of sand, clearing my throat:

“I myself seek passage around these seas,

For I seek something far greater than anything known to man;

Will you not comfort me with your name, O weary one?”



XV.



The Wanderer smiled, a grin of trust and friendship.

“In my home, I beheld no true name,

But on the road of healing, my name shall be Malefic.”

I furrowed my brow, pondering this name with suspicion

For no man would surely travel under such a shameful title.

Malicious, however, my newly found companion does not seem

And I greet him with a smile and hails of my own.

“Well met, Malefic. You now travel with Andvari, of Apheria.”



XVI.



“I came to bear the name of Andvari after my beloved’s passing,

When the call of the Relic became my beacon in desolate nights.

I seek the All-Father’s ring for purposes not fully understood,

But I seek it with the knowledge I go to enlightenment.

It was her dying wish that I follow the dreams,

My beautiful Katla, the warmth of my heart,

And so I took my leave to this journey after her own from life,

Taking my name after that of the treasure keeper.”