Shattered - Chapter 1

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Sportacus 9 stalked around town, looking for Sigurrós. Every time he was close to getting his hands on Robbie, she intervened. He was embarrassed. No woman--especially not a Fae--had ever talked to him like that. After a few moments, he saw her near the forest on the edge of town, picking flowers.

“You think you’re really something, don’t you?” he asked, annoyed.

Sigurrós was taken by surprise, and she turned to face him.

“What do you mean?”

“Every time I get ready to do what I’m supposed to—teach Robbie a lesson—you have to get involved!!” He stepped closer to her, causing her to take a step back.

“You’re damn right I do. You aren’t laying a hand on my husband. Not as long as I’m alive!”

The elf smirked. “Oh? Well, in that case…”

He grabbed her by the arm, throwing her to the ground. The impact of hitting the ground knocked the wind out of her, and she struggled to fight back as he pinned her arms down with his legs.

Wrapping his hands around her throat, he squeezed. She kicked her legs in an attempt to fight back, to try to wiggle free, but it was no use. After a few moments, she quit struggling.

Sportacus 9 got off of her, satisfied with what he had done.

After a few moments, he picked her up, heading towards Robbie’s lair. It was becoming nightfall, and he wanted to leave a surprise for the villain when he woke up in the morning. He sat her down outside the lair, taking off back towards the Elf Kingdom.

The next morning, however, Robbie wasn’t the one who found Sigurrós. It was Bessie. She stood in shock, staring at the woman. A few moments later, she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was a young man, about 20, covered in what looked to be a faint glow.

“Leave her, I will make sure she’s taken care of properly. She’s an old friend,” he replied. Bessie squinted at the young man, realizing that he was, in fact, Glanni’s boyfriend, Ólafur… who had died several years ago.

Ólafur grabbed Sigurrós and headed out of town. It would take a lot of energy to take her where he was heading, but he was going to do it, come hell or high-water.

Bessie, still in a state of shock, knew she had to break the news to Robbie. She knocked on the hatch of the lair, jumping some as the periscope popped up to see who exactly was disturbing him.

“Bessie?! What do you want?” Robbie growled, annoyed.

“Mr. Rotten, you need to come out here. It’s important.”

Robbie huffed. “You can just come out and say it.”

“I really can’t. It’s not something someone says in such an impersonal way.”

“Fine. I’ll be out in a moment.”

After a few moments, Robbie crawled out of the hatch, standing in front of Bessie. “Okay, what is it?”

She took a deep breath. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but...your wife… she’s dead.”

Robbie made a confused face. “She’s out in the woods picking flowers! She’s fine.”

Bessie shook her head. “I found her laying right here. She looked like someone had strangled her.”

Robbie stared at the ground when he realized that laying there, where his wife had been laying, was her necklace. The one he gave her when they got married, the one she said she’d never take off. It looked like it had been broken. It was then that Robbie began to believe what Bessie had told him.

“Where is she?” he asked, voice cracking a bit.

“You won’t believe this... Ólafur took her.”

“Óli..? But.. he’s…”

“Yeah. I know.”

“How am I going to explain this to Rikki?” Robbie felt panicked.

“Bring her over to Milford’s. I’ll help explain as five-year-old friendly as possible.”