It only took about five more minutes of walking for them to reach Runa’s house by the ocean. Runa was so relieved to finally be there. She was really happy to be in a familiar environment. She flopped down onto her sofa, leaned her head back and snuggled down into the pillows. She looked exhausted.
“Would you mind if I took a shower?”
“Of course not,” Storr didn’t mind his only regret was that he couldn’t take a shower with her.
Runa took her time in the bathroom enjoying the familiarity of her own shampoo and soap. She twisted a towel around her head, wrapped one around her body and stepped out into the hallway to check in on Storr. She didn’t have a T.V. and the only source of entertainment was the internet and her books. When she walked into the living room he made her acutely aware that she was only wearing a towel. It was obvious Storr was enjoying himself because of the grin on his face when she appeared. He gave the impression that he would like to be doing more than just looking at her.
“Well don’t you look lovely.” His eyes danced over her legs and across her body. He had really been missing out on how beautiful she was because she had been wearing his baggy clothes.
“I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were making yourself comfortable.” Runa shifted uncomfortably.
Storr was sitting in a chair next to her large bookcase that spanned over one entire wall.
“What are you reading?” She started to walk towards him, but stopped when she realized he wasn’t taking his eyes off of her.
“I picked up one of your history, I mean mythology books. I love reading these stories. It’s amazing how much erroneous information is added when they try to recount the past. I am sure they mean well.
“What do you mean ‘erroneous information’?”
“Well take for instance this book. It’s a book about the ‘fictional Norse gods’. For one thing the gods are not fictional. I happen to know some of them personally. One goddess I can think of is completely distorted in every book I’ve read about Norse mythology. “
“Who do you know?” Runa had studied the ancient gods in college and had a passion for the stories. She would love to meet one.
“The main goddess that historians seem to have gotten all wrong is Hela, the goddess of the afterlife. They describe her as a horrible old crone of a woman when in fact she is absolutely breathtaking. Also she isn’t evil at all. She has quite a bit of respect for the dead and dying.”
“What does she look like?” At this point Runa was sitting on the edge of the sofa arm. She was leaning forward her cleavage was in full view, but she didn’t seem to notice. Storr could tell that this was a subject she was really interested in and she wasn’t going to let him just make a passing comment about any of it. No wonder she has so many books on ancient mythology he thought to himself she seems enthralled on the topic.
“You are a very curious person aren’t you, Runa.” It was a rhetorical question and more of an observation. He was starting to expect her questions. “Like I said, Hela is breathtaking. She has long, wavy hair that is the color of spun gold. Her eyes are amber and seem translucent at times. She is very tall, and has a perfectly scrumptious body much like yours.” He winked at her. “Oh one other thing, she only wears white.”
“Why does she only wear white? That seems odd for the goddess of death.”
“A lot of people are surprised by her attire when they meet her. Do you know those people that say they’ve had near death experiences? They claim to have seen a bright white light at the end of a tunnel.”
“Yes, I always assumed it was something they imagined.” Runa had never been into the near-death stories people told.
“Well what they see is Hela standing at the end of the tunnel from our world to hers. She is the radiating the white light that they see. She is there to greet them no matter what type of life they lead in our world. She is there to take them where they will wait until they are reborn into our world again.”
“How do you know her?”
“She helps us out from time to time.” This discussion was starting to monopolize his time with her. He figured he would wrap it up before he started telling her to much. He suddenly interrupted their conversation, “Why don’t you start getting your things together so we can get going soon.”
“I hate it when you do that,” Runa frowned, but got up anyway, “right when the conversation starts to get interesting you change the subject.” She turned and walked out of the room and into the hall. It was only a few steps to her bedroom. The cottage was very small. There were only three bedrooms. She used one to sleep in, the second was her office and she never went into the third room. Her family used the small house as a vacation home when she was young. It was filled with so many memories and sometimes they were overwhelming. She pushed all of that out of her mind and focused on what she needed to do.
Runa gathered some clothes and packed up her toiletries and makeup. She wondered if she would ever be able to live here again. She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t realize that she had started crying until Storr walked up behind her.
“Runa, everything will work out fine, you have to trust me on this.” He turned her around and she buried her face in his chest. He held her tight and just let her cry. Storr opened his consciousness to read her thoughts and suddenly he understood how hard it was for her to leave this place. This was also the first time she had turned to him for comfort and he was grateful that she was starting to trust him.
“Is it about time we returned?” she asked him with a hint of regret in her voice.
“We can stay a bit longer if you need to.”
“Saying Good-bye is never going to get any easier, so we might as well head back.” Runa bowed her head and turned towards the door.
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