Chapter 192


    Chapter 192: Battles & Balder


    Cassie.


    The sounds of battle echoed around me within the stadium. My eyes couldn''t look away from the


    massacre happening in front of me, and as much as I wanted to tell them to stop because this was


    more than brutal, I knew I couldn''t. There had to have been at least fifty people on those training fields,


    wallowing around on the grass greener than anything I''d ever seen. Blood coated their skin as they


    spared each other.


    Odin called these games, but in reality, it was nothing but brutal force. I couldn''t understand why things


    weren''t just done normally. Then again, I was in Asgard and Nordic traditions was the only way to go


    here.


    ■’Cassie!" A voice called out to me, causing me to look down the walkway to see Sansa walking


    toward me with a smile and a bounce within her step. "I figured that I''d find you out here. I just was


    hoping that she would have waited for me."


    Raising a brow in amusement, I stared at her for a moment as she sat next to me. The clothed awning


    protected us from the sun, the fabric billowing gently in the morning breeze." Girl, this shit started like


    an hour ago. We would have beente."


    "There is nothing wrong with being fashionablyte,” she remarked with a smirk that made my eyes roll


    before I turned my gaze back out onto the field.


    I had awoken early this morning ready to get the first trials over with so I could return to normal life, and


    no matter how much I would have rather be doing anything else right now. I knew that wasn''t possible.


    Odin wanted me here.


    I was the prize these men fought for and being present was important to remind them of that.


    Or at least that was what I was told.


    "I can''t believe they find this entertaining... this is barbaric."


    Sansa''sughter floated around me as she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but this is Asgard. You should


    have seen the games a few years ago. One of the poor guys lost an arm."


    Snapping my attention to her with my jaw dropped, I tried to wrap my head around what she had said.


    "Are you fucking kidding me?"


    "Nope," she muttered. "They take this shit seriously here."


    Of course, I had grown up around training and whatnot, but this was far more violence than was


    needed. They called it sparring and it was anything but that. Blood was being spilled and men were


    getting hurt one after another and everyone seemed to act like that was perfectly eptable.


    "It''s disgusting," I replied, trying to keep a smile on my face but I had no doubt that my disgust in this


    was shining through.


    "Girl, you think this is bad? They haven''t even gotten to The Hunt'' yet. That''s when shit gets really


    interesting."


    I didn''t even want to ask what the hell that was, but I had a feeling that was thest event that Freya


    had tried telling me about before. I had given suggestions to small things I wanted to be added to these


    games but in the end, Odin said they would stick to being traditional with only minor changes.


    On top of that, I was only just informed of the final task requirements this morning. The final task was I


    would have to entertain thest three contestants individually in the days leading up to the main event.


    "Oh, by the way... thanks for filling me in on my hosting responsibilities."


    "Hosting?" My gaze fell to her once more, taking in the confused expression on her face hidden behind


    her furrowed brows. "What are you talking about?"


    "Freya told me that Odin wants me to entertain thest three contestants in the days leading up to the


    hunt or whatever you want to call it. I''m not sure why, but I''m not looking forward to it."


    By the way, Sansa opened and closed her mouth, I could tell she was taken aback and confused as to


    what I was talking about. I began to wonder if this was something they had just made up for this


    particr situation. ''You didn''t know, did you?"


    "No,” she replied softly. "Honestly, I didn''t. But I will admit that even though I''m surprised... I''m intrigued


    as to how that''s going to go."


    "What do you mean?"


    With a smile, she shook her head as she looked back onto the field. "You''re not exactly the easiest


    person to get along with Cassie."


    "Excuse me?" I replied with shock as my eyes widened and my mouth dropped open.


    "Yes, I am."


    Chuckling she gave me a ‘who are you lying to'' expression as she looked me up and down. "Is that so?


    Becausest time I checked, you had a thing for running people off."


    Her words were harsh but she was urate so I couldn''t fault her forthat.


    "I suppose you''re right," I mumbled under my breath, causing her tough again.


    N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content.


    "Have you seen any of them today?"


    My mind instantly went to Ss and my heart dropped. "No."


    I had an amazing evening with him thatpletely took me by surprise, and since then, he had gone


    back to avoiding me again. Something that annoyed me like no other. I was tired of being avoided, and


    as much as I wanted to hunt him down and yell at him for acting this way again-l knew that it would do


    no good.


    Looking out on the field, I searched for the two bodies I knew would be present today. Lucas and


    Finnick were both participating and as much as both men had recently irritated me, I was deeply


    concerned about either getting hurt.


    "Are you looking forthem?'' Sansa asked me, causing me to sigh as I slowly nodded my head.


    "Yes, but of course, I can’t see shit out there. Every one of them all seem to blur together. This entire


    thing is exhausting."


    Falling back into the lush pillow-lined chair I was reclining in, I felt like giving up on all of this. My heart


    and mind had been pushed to the point of breakingtely, and as much as I wanted to keep going, I


    didn''t know how.


    I needed a reprieve, and when I thought about walking out of the arena, the sh of white and ck I


    had been searching for appeared before me like a solution. Lucas and Finnick prepared to spar against


    their opponents and my heart almost stopped.


    "Oh my God, there they are."


    My response caught Sansa''s attention, and she looked in the direction I was. She chuckled. "Oh, wow,


    I suppose they aren''t ying with opponents this year."


    "What are you talking about?" I asked as I turned to look at her. "What''s wrong with them?"


    She raised her brows with a sigh as she pointed toward Lucas and the man he was fighting. An


    enormous man that stood at least a foot taller than Lucas with ck and red markings all over his skin,


    and hair that had been buzzed to his scalp. "That’s Soren. He is the future Alpha of a bear n from


    Earth. They hail from the Russian territories and are known for being ruthless."


    Russian... bears? You had to be fucking kidding me.


    "He looks like he eats people like Lucas for breakfast!" The gasped response from me caused Sansa to


    laugh again as she nodded.


    "Yeah, he is known to be a killer. Not sure why he isn''t matched with someone in his category though. I


    wouldn''t have thought Lucas would be ranked up there with them yet."


    Again, my heart sank. "What are you talking about?''


    "Well, they are ranked by skill and size. As you can see... Soren towers over Lucas in a lot of factors.


    Hopefully, he will be able to hold him off," she replied in a tone that sounded as if she didn''t think Lucas


    stood a chance.


    Lucas and I hadn''t really spoken in the past two weeks but it didn’t mean I didn''t think about him often. I


    had just respected his wishes to let him focus on thispetition and try to win me-as he called it-


    properly. "We have to do something."


    Sansa''s eyes darted in my direction as she scoffed with amusement. ''Are you fucking serious? There is


    nothing we can do, Cassie. It’s the best of three so all we can do is just pray he wins or doesn''t lose the


    next two."


    Fuck my life... as much as I believed in Lucas, there was no way he could beat this guy.


    "What about the person Finnick is with? Wait... Sansa, that''s your brother!" His white hair had been


    pulled back into a tight bun on his head as he stood topless in front of none other than Bronn, Sansa''s


    brother.


    "Oh, for fuck sake... Bronn is about to get his ass handed to him."


    I was slightly surprised by Sansa''s response to her brother facing Finnick. He seemed like a very


    strong and intelligent character but Sansa would know him better. "Are you serious? He is way bigger


    than Finnick-"


    "That doesn''t mean shit in this situation," she sighed. "Finnick is... well I told you. He is the Fae prince-"


    "Yeah, yeah I know. That doesn''t mean shit though. Come on... you can''t honestly think Bronn would


    lose so easily."


    Our conversation continued for a moment before a deep bellow ofughter sounded from behind us,


    and as I looked up I spotted a man I didn''t recognize taking up a seat on the concrete benches. "You


    ladies have interesting conversations."


    I furrowed as I took in his deep brown eyes, and shoulder-length brown and gray hair. He didn''t look


    like the others with his attire and seemed to definitely have enough of the traditional brown furs and


    linen attire that the Nordicmunities used to wear.


    "I''m sorry, who are you?"


    He stared at me for a moment before a smile crossed his lips. "Balder... your uncle."


    Balder... I had been learning about the gods more and more with my time here and if I remember


    correctly. Balder was supposed to be dead. "Aren''t you supposed to be dead? Like you''re allergic to


    Mistletoe or something..."


    Moreughter erupted from the man as he held his belly and bellowed, causing the attention of others


    tond on us as embarrassment rushed to my cheeks. "Oh my God, it isn''t that funny. Will you stop


    people from looking at us!"


    "You, dear niece, worry too much about what people will think of you. As for those stories written in


    books... all lies-well, mostly all lies. Since I''m sitting here in front of you it''s obvious that I''m not dead."


    Rolling my eyes, I frowned looking at Sansa for rebuttal but instead she sat there quietly with her eyes


    wide as if she was in shock of the man before us. It was clear she knew something and I would have to


    pick her brain onter, but for now, I''d have to deal with this man myself.


    "Fair enough... so what did you find amusing about my opinion on her brother and Finnick? Seeing as


    that''s why you initiallyughed."


    He took a moment as his eyes scanned out toward the field. ''Prince Finnick is a dangerous man,


    Castor. You should be able to sense that when you''re around him. He has bathed in the blood of many


    men far bigger than her brother, and all without breaking a sweat."


    As my eyes turned back to where Finnick was sparring with Bronn, I watched him move faster than my


    eyes could follow and quickly toss Bronn from the ring. My eyes widened at the disy as the referee


    called the match won, and Finnick walked off into the crowd of men like it was nothing.


    On the other hand... Lucas seemed to not be in good shape as Soren found victory in his win over


    Lucas. My heart broke knowing Lucas had lost but I knew he had two more chances to win. If he lost


    next time he would be faced with being cast out before the next round. "Shit..."


    "Yes, your mate didn''t seem to favor too well out there. Castor. ”


    Spinning around to re at Balder, I took note of the smirk upon his face. "Stop calling me that. My


    name is Cassie."


    "You may call yourself whatever you want, but to me, you will always be Castor. Now, piece of advice


    from one cksheep to another... in order to win, you often need to make deals with those who are


    capable of winning."


    I had no clue what he was on about but before I could ask, he stood and departed from where Sansa


    and I sat. My eyes drifted to Sansa as I gave her a ''what the fuck'' kind of re that caused her to shrug


    and gesture towards Balder''s retreating figure.


    "Don’t look at me like that! Do you know who that was?!“ she gasped with astonishment.


    "Baldar, duh. Who cares? He is just another god."


    Mouth agape, she shook her head at me. "Cassie he isn’t just another god. He is the son of Odin and


    Frigg... he is the embodiment of immortality. Why do you think there are so many stories about him?


    They say the gods didn''t like him? No, bitch. They envied him because he was Odin''s favorite."


    What she was saying didn''t make any sense to me. ''If that was the case, why aren''t any of Odin''s


    children... like Baldar, his so-called favorite-taking the job of heir?"


    She stared at me nkly, shaking her head with astonishment. ''You really haven''t studied enough,


    have you? I mean all those books-''


    "Oh my God, Sansa. No, I haven''t. I''m sorry I''m still working on it. Now, will you just tell me what the


    hell I''m missing?"


    Crossing her arms over her chest, she shook her head and groaned. "Baldar is the reason you are the


    heir. He had Odin promise that none of his children would ever seed him as they were all blinded by


    power and greed and would never deserve the throne. Rumor has it Baldar is a seer, which is rare.


    Men are rarely ever seers, and if he has shown himself to you after being in hiding for centuries... well,


    he must have seen something in your future."