Ever As Fate Must
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Ever As Fate Must was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan through the Portable Animus HR-8.5.
Description
Eivor followed Grendel's trail.
Dialogue
Eivor followed the mold tracks out of the church.
- Eivor: Grendel must have tracked this mold here, but from where?
The trail leads south-west.
More mold. I am on the right path.
The source of the mold must be near.
The mold trail leads to this pit.
Eivor dived in the pit and started exploring the cave system of Grime's Graves.
- Eivor: The reek. Ugh.
On a table, she found a diary entry.
- Old Diary:
My boy. My sweet little Grendel. My eyes see nothing but a helpless tiny thing. Perhaps his form is like no other, but my heart feels an immense love. Like God's love. I cannot fail him. They say he will not live long. But I will do anything for my baby, my Grendel.
- Eivor: This woman speaks of her child, Grendel. A cruel fate the gods have woven.
She went deeper into the caves and found another entry.
- Tattered Diary:
My Grendel thrives in the face of so much. Our village. Other children. His own body. My love amd the grace of God are all he needs. We will move away from the rest. He needs not their fearful looks, their vile taunts, their evil threats.
Deeper still, another entry.
- Musty Diary:
Grendel's sins are for God alone to judge. My simple boy knows not his own strength. Forgive him, Lord, as he knows not what he does. My duty is to help him thrive. And I shall. I love him. I love him so. My sweet little boy. My Grendel.
A woman called out, hearing Eivor approach.
- Mother: Grendel? Is that you, my boy? Grendel? Come to Mother.
The smell of the mold began affecting Eivor.
- Eivor: My head swims with fever dreams. What. Just. Happened.
- Mother: Grendel? Grendel! Is that you? Answer me!
Eivor found a key.
- Eivor: A key! So fitting, yet what use is a key with no lock?
She unlocked a door hidden away.
- Eivor: Mold, just mold. Sending visions, like a seer's brew.
Eivor saw a Jotun woman attacking her.
- Mother: You! You smell like my son. My son's blood! Where is him? Where is my boy?
Eivor defeated the Jotun. She took a moment and the vison dissipated, leaving behind not a Jotun, but the old farmer she'd met twice before.
- Eivor: What wickedness is this? You. The woman from the farm. You lied about the Danes.
- Mother: To protect my boy. He never meant to hurt anyone. But the others, they could not see. He kept growing in body, but not in mind. He was my boy. My sweet little Grendel.
The woman passed away.
- Eivor: Wulfhilda must know the truth of this.
Eivor made her way out of the caves and into the church, where the abbess awaited.
- Eivor: Abbess.
- Wulfhilda: Eivor, you live yet! Pray, tell all.
- Eivor: I slew a monster that was but a man. Then I tracked his mother and killed her too.
- Wulfhilda: His mother!
- Eivor: She struck at me in the dark, and I defended myself. But it was no hero's deed.
- Wulfhilda: Those poor souls. I shall pray for them tonight at Barking Abbey.
- Eivor: Leaving already?
- Wulfhilda: I must. The bishop is eager for a full accounting of the Beast of East Anglia.
- Eivor: Leave my name out of your tale. It is nothing to be remembered for.
- Wulfhilda: Understood. Perhaps it would work better as a song. I dabbled in berse as a youth. It may be time to lift the pen again. But what story shall I write? The full truth of this thing may be hard to fathom.
- Eivor: Give them a comforting one ... about heroes and monsters. For the truth, the bone-cold truth of everything, is often hard to take. It cuts like a cruel north wind on the neck.
- Wulfhilda: God saves us all, Eivor. I take my leave now, but will write you once my poem is complete. Farewell.
- Eivor: Thank you, and farewell to you, too, Wulfhilda. Make it a good tale.
Outcome
Eivor inspired Wulfhilda to write poetry about their ordeal.