Luck?

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Tornpike whipped his brow as he helped some other rebels chisel away at the flat dungeon wall. They were no artists, but at least between all of them they would work out a half decent mural. His stomach growled. Rations were a bit tight now ever since they burnt up a weeks worth of food as an offering to Hel. Oh well…at least Akkey was alive. A horn blew and he heaved a sigh, stepping away from the stone, it was lunch time.
Tornpike waited in the line, got his scoop of crudely boiled rice and cut of bread before tromping back over and sitting on a rock. He ate the food, and he thought of comrade Rotgrass. He gave a sad smile. Rotgrass had always been better than him. He had been a ambitions young man, but a sweetheart. He refused to open his cell door for him in the end… “Where as I opened it,” he said under his breath. He ran a hand through his raven colored beard, and for a moment he felt like cursing. But then he looked at the food he had…he was’t starving.
He looked up around the dungeon. It was cold…but they weren’t freezing. So many had died…but not everyone had died. He rubbed his eye, looking up at the sky. “Um….” he said, a little awkwardly. “Goddess Hel? Um…thank you. I uh…I know lots of people are mad…and I still don’t know why you couldn’t have stopped the witch sooner. But…I’m eating, I’m warm, and I’m breathing so…thank you.” Tornpike lowered his head, and then blinked, seeing a bush out of the corner of his eye. Ripe, bright berries visible on the branches. He stumbled to his feet, running over and looking at them. It was not summer or early fall, how were they so ripe. He grabbed one an ate it, and the sweetness of it was such a relief from the bland rice and bread he had just finished. He ate another, and then another. He frowned…he wondered. 
There were more bushes around the camp, and rebels were idly walking by and popping the berries in their mouths, carrying on with their daily jobs. In the valley he could see a group of rebels who had found an abandoned potato field. He turned his head again, watching as others brought an oddly large number of wild leaks out of the woods were a stream flowed. Non of them seemed to realize how strange the presence of this food was. But Tornpike did, he glanced up and over, looking at the only partially completed mural of Hel.
Tornpike tilted his head. “Could it be…? Hel…Are you…?”
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Category:Season 5
Category:Tornpike