Secrets of Valhalla
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DEDICATION
To my son, Zachary Nasralla,
for revealing the most important secret of all . . .
CONTENTS
Dedication
Prologue
Part I: The Tree and the Dragon
Chapter One: The Girl in the Cobweb Leggings
Chapter Two: Friggatriskaidekaphobia
Chapter Three: A Walk through Tangley Woods
Chapter Four: An Unexpected Discovery
Chapter Five: The Mythologist’s Son
Chapter Six: The Visit
Chapter Seven: Saturday Pancakes
Chapter Eight: Dragon Boy
Chapter Nine: The Phone Call
Chapter Ten: A New Game Plan
Chapter Eleven: Ratatosk
Chapter Twelve: Him Upstairs
Chapter Thirteen: Rift
Part II: The Runes of Valhalla
Chapter Fourteen: The Chase
Chapter Fifteen: Time Tunnel
Chapter Sixteen: The Gatekeeper’s Riddle
Chapter Seventeen: The Clockmaker’s Workshop
Chapter Eighteen: Three Clocks
Chapter Nineteen: Star Travel
Chapter Twenty: Inside the Worm
Chapter Twenty-One: Beneath the Surface
Chapter Twenty-Two: The Prisoner
Chapter Twenty-Three: The Return
Chapter Twenty-Four: Deepest Fears
Part III: The Awakening
Chapter Twenty-Five: The Safest Place
Chapter Twenty-Six: The World Tree
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Deeper Underground
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Shadows of Regret
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Pluto and Persephone
Chapter Thirty: Gifts of the Underworld
Chapter Thirty-One: The Dread Caves
Chapter Thirty-Two: Restoration
Chapter Thirty-Three: Tyr
Chapter Thirty-Four: Staircase to Hel
Chapter Thirty-Five: The Battle
Chapter Thirty-Six: Aftermath
Epilogue
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About the Author
Books by Jasmine Richards
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
PROLOGUE
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 13TH
4:00 A.M.
He was behind her. His breath the crackle and spit of dampened wood on a bonfire. Sunna could hear the drag of his leg as it tore through the dead leaves on the ground, and she felt a stab of pride that she had caused that injury.
Yes. He was stronger than her. Her powers had always been feeble when compared to the sheer force of his. Still, the pen she had wielded and plunged into his thigh had worked its own kind of magic.
The flaming branch in her hand lit the path ahead. An orange beacon, cutting through the dark inkiness of the forest. The World Tree wasn’t far from here now. She could finally feel it pulling at her—guiding her to its lean silver branches. The tree was hope. Her lifeline to the Runes of Valhalla. If only she could reac—
A lightning bolt of pain exploded at the base of her skull, leaving the thought unfinished. Sunna’s vision went white as bone as she felt something break at the back of her mind. It was the barrier she had so carefully built to hold Eleanor in that dark place beyond thought and memory. The wall she’d created, so that she could take over the other woman’s body, was crumbling.
“For Odin’s sake,” Sunna cursed, even as a wave of nausea made her sway on her feet. The other woman’s desperation to take her body back, to be in control of her own limbs once again, was quickly overwhelming her.
Sunna dropped to her knees and tried to thrust the other woman back behind the wall. “I know you did not ask for this, Eleanor,” she hissed with a pained breath. “I know you did not ask to be a host or know that a goddess slept in your bloodline. But I am awake now and you have to trust me. We are in danger.” Her fingers clenched in the dirt. “We cannot waste time fighting each other.”
It was enough. She felt Eleanor collapse inward as if her resistance had simply evaporated, and the other woman disappeared into the darkness once more.
For a moment, Sunna was at peace. It reminded her of the dreamless sleep she had enjoyed for centuries. Before the alarm that told her Loki was free had sounded in her mind. Before she’d hijacked Eleanor’s body and come to the Tangley Woods.
She got to her feet and began to run once more, not sure how long she could go on. Her grip trembled on the branch, and by its flame she could see that Eleanor’s once perfectly manicured nails were still bloody and torn from ripping off the ropes two days ago. Sunna smiled grimly. She had already escaped her pursuer once in this forest. He was stronger, but I escaped, she reminded herself. And I can do it again.
“Sunna.” A voice thick like smoke snaked out from the darkness behind her. “Why persist in this tedious game of cat and mouse? A game you have already lost now that I am free.” The sound of burning wood crackled in the air. “Tell me where the Runes of Valhalla are. I know Odin told you.”
Sunna opened her mouth to reply but the words did not materialize. An immense force was pushing at every part of her being. Then it happened. She was expelled from her position of control and Eleanor took charge of her body once more.
That sneaky mortal tricked me, Sunna realized as she entered the darkness and became a jumble of thoughts and fears without an anchor. Eleanor had never gone back behind the barrier, she’d just been waiting to pounce.
“The name is Eleanor Bright, not Sunna,” the other woman told her pursuer, her steps slowing. “I have no argument with you.”
Sunna heard the words as if from underwater. She was spinning in the gloom, looking for a way back before it was too late. Before he caught them.
The smoky voice gave a hiss of annoyance. “This time, perhaps, but that was not your name when you put me in the ground. When you stole my daughter’s kingdom to keep me prisoner.” There was silence as even the drag of his leg through the leaves stilled. “What had I ever done to you, Sunna?”
Eleanor heard genuine bewilderment in his voice, and a pang of guilt lanced her even though the crime was not hers. She stopped running.
“This Sunna person has been dealt with,” she insisted. “I’m in the driver’s seat now. So let me go. . . . Please.”
The unseen figure laughed in answer, and the dry, desolate sound filled up the forest.
Listen. Eleanor felt rather than heard Sunna’s voice. You need to stop pleading and start running. He has not forgotten and he will not forgive.
But why did you imprison him? Eleanor asked the intruder in her head. “What had he done?”
It is a long story. Sunna had managed to stop spinning in the dark abyss and was now focusing herself into a hot ball of concentration. But if you want the short version—it was not my idea.
But you didn’t stop it, Eleanor pressed.
No, I did not. Sunna felt a flare of annoyance at Eleanor’s accusing tone. In her day, mortals did not question gods, let alone rebuke them. But then, a lot had changed in the last two millennia.
Enough was enough.
Sunna’s fiery ball of concentration was now white hot, and she hurled herself forward, forcing Eleanor out and retaking control.
“You left us no choice, Loki,” Sunna said, glad to have a voice once more. The gold, lightning-shaped pendant around her neck slapped against her skin as she scurried ahead, and despite everything, Sunna’s curiosity got the better of her. She swiftly accessed Eleanor’s memory of the day she’d bought the piece of jewelry. The other woman had been drawn to the pendant above all others, never knowing that the lightning bolt was the symbol on Sunna’s rune. The link between host and god ha
d been there even when Sunna had been in a deep sleep. They were blended. The thought was comforting somehow.
“There is always a choice.” Loki’s voice chased away the memory.
The goddess felt a surge of relief as she glimpsed a flash of silver bark through the forest of thick trunks. “You wanted to destroy us—all of the day guardians. We couldn’t let you.”
“Destroy?” Loki echoed. “All I wanted was honesty. Balance.”
“We had balance.” Sunna shouted the words over her shoulder but didn’t stop running.
“We had tyranny,” Loki replied. “And because of you, Odin, and the rest of the day guardians, my family was torn apart. My son Vali was driven mad and killed his brother. Fenris was banished, Jörmungandr was thrown into the sea, and my daughter, Hel—” He broke off, unable to finish.
Sunna felt the forest fill up with the ancient, awful truth of his words. It filled every nook and crevice. “Odin could have killed you but he didn’t, remember that.” Her words sounded pathetic. Uncertain. And even though Eleanor had been pushed right back into the darkness, Sunna could feel the strength of the other woman’s disapproval.
“I remember everything, I assure you,” Loki breathed. “But you remember this: sparing me was Odin’s greatest mistake.”
The crackling voice was right behind her now, a tickle in her ear, and Sunna knew she was caught even though she hadn’t heard any movement.
“The Runes of Valhalla will be found,” Loki promised. “I will take their power, and I will find the rest of the day guardians who wronged me. This realm that you call home will be mine. It will belong to the chaos.”
Sunna could feel Eleanor’s terror pinching at the back of her mind, and all she could think to say was sorry.
Then she was engulfed by the smoke.
PART I
THE TREE AND THE DRAGON
CHAPTER ONE
The Girl in the Cobweb Leggings
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 13TH
12:15 P.M.
The internet lied.
Red underpants aren’t lucky.
Fact.
Buzz trudged into the cafeteria, scanning the sea of faces for Sam. His best friend was nowhere to be seen. With a little sigh, he grabbed a tray, a plate, a slab of mac and cheese, and then the vacant table in the corner. It only had two seats, but then he and Sam would need privacy if they were going to come up with a plan to fix the mess he’d created.
And it was a mess:
Late for school this morning = detention.
Detention = no soccer practice this afternoon.
No soccer practice = being benched by Coach Saunders for the semifinals of the Crowmarsh junior cup tomorrow.
“Why’d I think today would be any different?” Buzz muttered to himself, annoyed that he’d believed he could do something to make this Friday the thirteenth any less unlucky than usual.
Obviously he hadn’t meant to be late for school. But how was he supposed to know that coloring underwear with your sister’s hair dye (Ruby Kiss) and blasting it with a hair dryer (a Sonic 500) would be so time-consuming?
Buzz scanned the lunchroom again. Sam was still nowhere to be seen, but he spotted his sister (and her shock of red hair) talking to a thin, gawky girl with hundreds of long, thin braids twisted up in a bun. Tia was pointing over at him and the girl was nodding rather enthusiastically.
What is she up to now? Buzz wondered, peering at his sister. Then he understood.
The girl with the braids was striding over to him, lunch tray gripped tightly in her hands.
She was dressed like no one he’d ever seen. Her top half was swathed in a brightly colored patchwork shirt that was miles too big for her, and she wore leggings with a purple cobweb print. Students fell quiet as she walked by. It was as if they needed all their concentration to take in her outfit. The braids piled high on top of the girl’s head were held in place by a fluorescent purple pencil with a fuzzy star at its end, and she wore an enormous watch on her wrist.
Buzz groaned inwardly. His sister had a thing for collecting and protecting misfits, and now she was sending one his way. He dived into his backpack to find his phone. Where R U? he’d text Sam. You need to find me in the cafeteria. NOW! But his cell wasn’t there.
Strange. He was sure he’d had it this morning.
“Hi. Do you mind if I join you?” a voice with a warm American twang said.
Buzz lifted his head to see the girl in the cobweb leggings gazing down at him. Her hazel eyes looked hopeful behind her wing-tipped tortoiseshell glasses.
“Um—” he replied.
“It’s just that I’m here for a test-run day. I might be starting at this school next semester.” The purple star in the girl’s hair bobbed about violently as she spoke. “And Tia saw that I didn’t have anyone to eat lunch with, so she said I should come over here because we’ll be in the same grade and—”
“Why doesn’t she have lunch with you?” Buzz interrupted. He knew it sounded rude, but his sister wasn’t exactly being fair here.
“She had to go to Chess Club.” The hazel eyes behind the glasses were looking less hopeful now. “And I’ve kind of lost track of the person who was supposed to be showing me around, so . . . so can I sit with you?”
“Oh, right,” Buzz began. “The thing is, I’m sort of waiting for some—”
“Mate, we’ve got a problem.” Sam collapsed into the seat opposite Buzz, taking the free chair. “A big problem.”
“You heard about my detention, then?” Buzz asked. “We’ve got to think of something, and quick. Coach Saunders is going to be so mad that I’m missing practice after school. What if he doesn’t play me tomorrow?”
Buzz suddenly remembered the girl and turned his head. But she’d gone. Just melted away.
“Coach Saunders is the least of your worries right now,” Sam said. He whipped out his phone. “Look at this text you sent me. About twenty minutes ago.”
Buzz stared at the screen. His stomach twisted into knots as he read the words:
I Freddie “Freaky” Buzzard do solemnly declare that I am a total epic loser and I miss my mummy ☹.
“I didn’t send that,” he spluttered.
“Well, obviously you didn’t.” Sam rolled his eyes. “But someone sent this message from your phone and not just to me. I did some asking around, and pretty much everyone in your phonebook got the text.”
“Theo,” Buzz growled. He scanned the cafeteria and spotted him. The other boy was holding court at a table in the middle of the lunchroom, as usual.
Sam nodded. “He’s blatantly trying to rile you up before the match tomorrow. Everyone knows that you’re a better soccer player than him.”
“Right, come on. We’re getting my phone back.”
“Hold up, Buzz. You’re a better soccer player, but Theo’s twice the size of you.” Sam made a steeple of his fingers. “Just leave this to Tia. When she finds out what happened she’s going to end him. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
A prickle of heat crept up Buzz’s neck. Theo’s text message was embarrassing enough, but having his sister fight his battle would be far worse.
“I don’t need Tia’s help.” Buzz pushed his chair back with a harsh scrape of metal.
“Of course you don’t.” Sam held up his hands. “I’m just saying that Tia is really good at getting stuff sorted.”
“Well, this is my stuff to sort.” Buzz stalked across the cafeteria, with Sam trailing reluctantly behind him. “How’d you get my phone?” he demanded, as he reached Theo’s table.
A smirk crossed the other boy’s annoyingly zit-free face. “You must have lost it when you were reading out that gibberish you called an English essay this morning,” Theo replied. “I thought Mrs. Robertson was going to have a heart attack, it was so bad.”
“Yeah, right, because you’re a master of the English language?” Sam shot back, slipping just a little bit farther behind Buzz as he did so. “I mean, when’s the last time y
ou even finished an essay?”
Theo shrugged. “Nobody expects me to be good at essays. I’ve got other talents.” He nodded his head over to Buzz. “But Freaky here is the son of a famous professor—his dad is always on TV.” Theo shook his head mournfully. “If I was Freaky’s dad, I’d be majorly embarrassed by his performance today.”
Buzz could hear and feel the grind of his teeth. Theo was right. The Prof would have been embarrassed by his son’s performance, especially because the topic for the essay had been his specialty, mythology—or “Buzz kryptonite,” as his mum used to call it.
Looking back, Buzz probably should have just owned up to the fact that he hadn’t written the blasted thing. Couldn’t be bothered to write it, because mythology was such a momentous waste of time. Instead, he’d tried to make up the essay as he went along, his main argument being that if the ancient Greeks were clever enough to invent the catapult, they could have just given Theseus a map and saved everyone—including that Minotaur—a lot of inconvenience.
His English teacher hadn’t been impressed, and Buzz had made sure he was the first one out of the classroom.
He shook the memory off and slammed his hand down on the table, making the lunch trays rattle. “I want my phone back.”
“Manners, manners,” Theo reprimanded. “Just because your mum isn’t around anymore doesn’t mean you should be rude. I’m sure she’d want you to say please.”
“DON’T.” The command reverberated around the cafeteria. “Don’t you dare say a word about my mum.” His voice cracked on the last word and he hated himself for it.
Everyone was completely quiet now. Watching.
Theo leaned back in his chair. “Or what?” He held Buzz’s gaze, his mouth a thin, white line.
“Just give him his phone back,” Sam pleaded. “You’ve had your fun.”
Theo appeared to give this some thought and then shrugged. “Fine. You can have your phone back, Freaky.”
Buzz held out his hand.
“But you’ll have to go on a little quest to get it,” Theo continued. “Just like they do in those make-believe myths your dad loves so much.” He rubbed his hands together. “I’ll even draw you a map if you like. You’ll need it to guide you to the Toilet of Doom.”