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Head feels

Fuzzy

Can't think

Straight

Was I concussed?

Silvia's not going to be happy

Where am I?

I can't tell 'now' from 'then'

I'm in the backyard of my childhood home

I'm in a cold and muddy warzone

A cool breeze pierces the humid summer air

My fingers are numb against the snowy ground

I'm three years old

How old am I now?

I'm staring down at a mangy squirrel, its legs twitching uselessly on its side

I'm staring up at a mangy man, his axe soaked with blood

They look at me, their thoughts inscrutable

I crouch down, wanting to check if the squirrel's okay

I scramble back, wary of the man's intentions for me

I feel a sharp pain on my right palm

I feel a sharp pain on my left foot

The squirrel bit me!

The bastard's twisting my ankle with his boot!

Everything goes dark

I don't know how much time has passed after I awaken

I'm in my bedroom, my mother pressing a cool cloth against my head

I'm in what looks like a throne room, shoved onto my stomach by someone behind me

She looks relieved that I'm awake

I feel nothing but contempt, from the eyes that are on me

Her voice is gentle

Their voices are guttural and filled with rage

I've been out cold with a fever for almost a week

I can see it's nighttime now

My mother wasn't sure I was going to wake up

I'm grabbed roughly by the back of the neck

She sat by my bedside every day, praying for me to open my eyes

I'm now in front of a stern, one-eyed man

The doctor walks in a few moments later

He scrutinizes me, and then recoils in his chair

Nobody says a word, for what feels like an eternity

The doctor says that my vitals are clean, no sign of infection or anything

The one-eyed man dismisses everyone else in the room

The only sign the squirrel had ever been there was the scar on my hand

He gets up off of his chair, and kneels down in front of me

He places his hand on me

He tells me that I'm lucky to be alive

He says something to me, a word, or maybe even a name.

I could have gotten an infection, or worse, rabies

I try to tell him that I don't understand what he's saying

But I can't get any words out

I'm just happy to see my mother smiling at me

My head hurts to much for me to form coherent words

Wait

Things are clearing up now

I can feel the pull

The tug that means I'm going home

My mother's smile seems sadder now, for some reason

The one eyed man looks panicked, afraid as I start to shift

"It's time to go home"

After the Hand's Healers tend to me

I ask Silvia a question

"What is 'Ratatoskr'?"