Chapter 198: Its my Power (1/2)

The calm natural wind blows through the trees swaying in perfect harmony, a soothing whisper echoed across the land, everything was at peace at least that's what it seemed to any outsider. The Garden wasn't something to take so lightly, however. Ragnar wasn't aware of this as he awoke to the beauty with little understanding of where he was. Standing in the middle of a long-winded field which stretched for miles. However, in the far distance, a small set of houses could be seen. This still didn't make the situation any less confusing for the man.

”Ragnar Brantley, we've been waiting.”

”Who said that? Hello?”

”There is no point in searching for me. My physical form is impossible to see by such weak mortals. However, you show promise. A desire to make something for yourself. We have brought you here today with an offering.”

Ragnar looked doubtful and somewhat worried. He wasn't sure if he was still dreaming, but the everlasting feeling of dread stuck with him as the voice whispered in his ear. ”What sort of offering?” Was all he could mutter out.

”It's terrible to imagine the pain you and Lily are going through Ragnar. Not being able to bring a child into this world no matter what you do. The joy of life is one everyone should share. It isn't fair, is it?”

”How do you know that?” The wind blew heavily as the trees all shook in one direction. A small cavern just beyond the fields. ”What the?”

”Find what you seek. We wish to aid you. However, we can.” Without much choice, Ragnar followed the wind making it to seeing a sizeable frozen cavern. Standing at the helm, Ragnar stared down, seeing a large frozen flower holding something inside. ”Your salvation lies below Ragnar. Go.”

Ragnar began descending the cavern shivering at the sheer cold he felt which only grew worse as he got closer to the flower. He didn't stop, however, as he soon made it to the flower. It was transparent with a muggy picture inside, but there appeared to be a small child trapped in the flower in front of him. Ragnar was shocked, stepping back in fear. ”Hello? Little boy, can you hear me? Hello?! Shit… This isn't good.”

Fearing the boy was trapped Ragnar naturally snapped into gear trying to free him. His hand touched the flower, causing sharp ice layers to stab into his arm, causing extreme pain. Ragnar fell to the ground holding his arm breathing heavily. He wouldn't stop though, now more prepared he went back tearing at the flower absorbing more of the icy terrain into his own body. Soon, the pain numbed down as he was completely engulfed in the ice. But one more pull did it as Ragnar tore the boy from the flower holding him in his arms. The boy was still breathing but freezing. His skin a cold blue and his hair a bleach white. His eyes stared blankly forward, flatulating between blue and yellow. ”Congratulations, Ragnar. The boy is yours.”

”What?”

”You wanted a son, so we provided you with one.”

”What sort of sick place is this?!”

”You have no need to be alarmed. We mean you no harm, this boy is a lost soul not born of this world. If left here any longer, it could leave this world unbalanced. Therefore, the people of this world will forget who he is, and you will care for the child. In your world, he can live again with your love and care. The moment you step foot back into your world, he will be apart of your family as if he always had been. And to celebrate your Salvation, we have left you both with a gift. A power far greater than most in your world.”

Ragnar stared at his icy hand as it faded away. ”What do you want in return.”

”Nothing. Just for you to take him. You have nothing to lose Ragnar… Do you accept?”

Ragnar stared at the boy feeling nothing but sorrow and sadness for the lost child. He knew it himself, the boy needed a home, someone to love him. This was his only chance. ”I will. I'll take the boy on my own.”

”Perfect. The contract has been sealed, and the Bargain is complete. The child will need a name.”

Ragnar stared at his new son moving his hair behind his ear with a smile as he whispered. ”Alton. Your name will be Alton Brantley. Just like your great Grandfather.”

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