Foretold
Authors: Rinda Elliott
It is written that three Sisters of Fate have the power to change
the world’s destiny. But only if they survive…
The Lockwood triplets have had the prophecy drummed into
their heads since birth. Still, Raven, the eldest of the sisters, can’t believe
it’s really happening. She’s the reincarnation of a Norse goddess? One of the
sisters is destined to die? When it starts snowing in summer in Florida, the
sisters fear the worst has come to pass. Ragnarok, the Norse end of the world,
has begun.
Raven finds herself the secret protector of Vanir, a boy with
two wolves, a knowledge of Norse magic and a sense of destiny he can’t quite
explain. He’s intense, sexy and equally determined to save her when it becomes
clear someone is endangering them. Raven doesn’t know if getting closer to him
will make a difference in the coming battle, but her heart isn’t giving her a
choice.
Ahead of the sisters is the possibility of death at the hand
of a warrior, death by snow, death by water or death by fire.
Or even from something else…
Sisters of Fate
The prophecy doesn’t
lie: one is doomed to die.
Praise for Rinda Elliott
“Vivid characters and an action-packed apocalyptic adventure!”
—
New York Times
bestselling author Rachel Vincent on
Foretold
“With a fresh and original take on Norse mythology,
Foretold
is a breathtaking tale that will leave you crying out for more!”
—Jenna Black, author of
Glimmerglass
“Not only did I want to run through my town telling everyone about [
Dweller on the Threshold
], I wanted to run down the highway and go to the nearest city! This is an
excellent
urban fantasy debut.”
—
Yummy Men & Kick Ass Chicks
“From its unusual title, to its diverse characters, to their unique abilities, to the dark and disturbing world, I just knew that this book would set itself apart from the crowd. And it did that and so much more. Rinda Elliott’s new series is definitely one I’m adding to my ‘must reads’ list.”
—
Fiktshun
on
Dweller on the Threshold
Foretold
Rinda Elliott
Dedication
This book is dedicated to Robert, Alex, and Mason. You guys have never stopped believing in me. I couldn’t have hoped for a better family.
It’s also dedicated to Haley Burger.
You were my first teen reader, Haley, and your enthusiasm meant everything. Thank you!
Author Note
I’ve always had a fascination with Norse mythology—long before I learned that my real first name came from it. Rind/Rindr/Rinda was a giantess whose marriage to Odin was no storybook union, but she did give birth to a warrior who is supposed to survive the end of the world, Ragnarok. I love nothing more than to thread bits of Norse mythology into stories.
As for the setting in
Foretold,
some of it is very real and some has been embellished. I used a few real landmarks from this gorgeous area of eastern Oklahoma, but fictionalized some. However, one thing that is very real is the Heavener Runestone. It’s a true Norse mystery, right here in the middle of the United States. We may never know the truth of the runestone’s origin, but it’s so very, very fun to speculate about the possibility of early exploring Vikings.
The Norns
Thence come the maidens
Mighty in wisdom,
Three from the dwelling
Down ’neath the tree;
Urd is one named,
Verthandi the next,
On the wood they scored,
And Skuld the third.
Laws they made there,
And life allotted
To the sons of men,
And set their fates.
—The Norse
Poetic Edda
The Prophecy
It is written that the
kynkvísl
, Norse descendants, will one day house the souls of the gods. True heroes who know their sad fate in the coming battles but fight nonetheless. Their time begins with the portents of Ragnarok. Three years of winter, roaring seas that lash the land and an all-consuming fire. The destruction of the world.
There is another prophecy, one never written and held secretly by the giants of Niflheim, the lowest region of the Norse underworld. The sisters of fate have the power to change the heroes’ destinies. Change the world’s destiny. But only if they survive to their nineteenth birthday.
The odds aren’t good according to this unwritten prophecy:
Born of two magical clans that share life’s spiral. Light of head, dark of eyes, the young warrior will herald the beginning of Ragnarok. His hand to the death of a norn.
Chapter One
Three days after the end of the world began I had two choices—drive into a river or hit a deer. The light of the full moon reflected off the snow; the white stuff falling from the sky came in thick, noisy sheets that slammed the roof of my Honda Civic and coated the windshield.
Snow, in my experience, had always been soft. This version was pissed, spitting at the world with a vengeance. It made clear vision impossible.
Didn’t do much for traction, either.
I had to go so slowly. Exhaustion burned my eyes, dragged at my lungs. I’d lost hope of finding a cheap hotel. The last one had been so full; people had actually been sharing rooms with strangers. I’d had two offers while scurrying back to my car in the parking lot. Hadn’t taken them. If I’d learned one thing on this long trip, it was that people turned into complete freaks when they were scared and a sudden Earth-wide snowstorm made for one wicked fear catalyst. I’d seen fights in grocery stores, fights in snowdrifts on the sides of highways and had even watched one lady jump into a car and drive off while the owner stood holding the gas pump nozzle.
And the directions I’d printed sucked.
It had taken me three days longer than expected to get here from Florida. I’d always wanted to come to this
supposed
place of great magic nestled on the edge of the Ouachita Mountains in eastern Oklahoma, but Mom freaked every time I brought it up. Too much magic, she said. Plus, the rumors of a real gloaming meadow upset her. As far as the Norse knew, there were only a couple in the United States. My two sisters and I had been conceived in the one up north.
Nothing like knowing exactly where your mother had sex with a stranger.
The snow let up slightly and I leaned forward like that would help me see well. I slowed even more, the car going barely faster than a crawl. I’d known what this snow was all about the second it had started.
When my sisters and I were kids, my mother’s idea of a bedtime story had been a creepy Norse rendition of the end of the world. Ragnarok. Three years of winter, a great tidal wave and then fire burning across the land. And during all this, there would be battles between warriors who carried the souls of the old gods. Blood and death—my mother’s idea of a nurturing bedtime story.
Kat, Coral and I hadn’t believed her until the souls of the norns inside us made themselves known. I was nine the first time I felt mine. Triplets like us, the norns had been goddess sisters, similar to the Greek fates, but they hadn’t woven threads of prophecy as some stories told; they’d carved runes into wood. The Norse called them the Wyrd Sisters. Kat, Coral and I preferred to think of them as the sisters of fate because the whole damned situation was
weird
enough.
The car swerved, causing my hands to sweat as my hold on the steering wheel turned to a death grip. My cell phone buzzed in the front pocket of my jeans but I ignored it, too scared to reach for it because I was pretty sure I’d left actual road at some point.
Plus, every time the thing rang lately it was bad news. Especially three days before.
“
You need to come home.
Now.
”
My sister Kat’s voice barked out flat and hard.
Scurrying into the short hall by the diner’s restrooms
,
I
growled into the phone.
“
You know I’m not supposed to have my cell out at work!
”
I
peeked around the corner at my boss
,
Daddy Mac
,
still transfixed on the television.
“
Have you been outside?
Coral thinks
it’s
happening.
She’s pretty freaked out.
”
So was I.
Like all the people stuffed into booths in the diner
,
I’d been watching that approaching storm blob on the news
,
my stomach in knots.
“
I
thought you didn’t believe in
it
.
”
“
You gotta come home.
Dru’s worse today.
She took an iron skillet into her room and spelled the door closed.
We can’t get in.
”
I
didn’t know as much about regular magic as Mom and my sister Coral but even I knew that iron was used in hexing spells.
My magic came with the norn inside me.
I
closed my eyes and took a deep breath of oily air.
“
Do you smell lavender?
”
Kat snorted.
“
House reeks of it.
”
A
woman passed me on the way to the restroom.
I
clasped the phone closer and turned toward the corner to whisper.
“
Then she’s doing spells.
Has Coral tried a counter for the door?
”
“
Yeah.
The backlash gave her a headache.
”
“
Look
,
I’ll try to get off work.
Turn on the news and see if all the channels are using the same storm image.
Maybe this is only a freak snowstorm.
”
“
Raven
,
it’s Florida.
It’s August.
And we turn nineteen in three months.
”
Her voice held a thread of fear I’d never heard from Kat
,
who thought all the prophecies were a load of bunk.
She sighed in that loud I’m-totally-put-out way of hers—the one that never failed to get my back up.
“
I
hope the rest of what our crazy progenitor has said is wrong
,”
she continued.
“
But it looks like she got this part right.
”
“
Gods
,
Kat.
”
I
shut my eyes again
,
and rubbed them until they hurt.
“
Just come home.
”
Her voice had lost the attitude.
“
Sometimes our mother listens to you.
”
More like she relied on me.
As the oldest of the triplets
,
I
guess she thought I would be the most responsible.
Like a few extra minutes on my time line gave me a maturity my sisters lacked.
Unfortunately
,
it kind of had.
Not that I’d had much of a choice.
Thinking about my mom made me sick because of the last time I’d seen her. The cruel curl of her lip after she’d shoved me.
Shoved me.
The past few years had been bad, but she’d never hurt me before. She used to be a pretty cool mother but our bond had cracked over the years, and something in her eyes before she disappeared had ripped my heart to shreds. She’d looked right through me—like the loving mother who’d sacrificed a regular life to keep us safe had finally been swallowed by years of fear.
And madness.
“
Where did she go?
”
Kat had placed her palm against the window of Mom’s empty room.
Mom had always been off but the past month or so things had been worse than usual.
She’d lost her job—which had made me extra glad I’d taken a second one.
“
Who knows?
But look at this!
”
I
crouched next to the papers scattered all over the floor.
No wonder we ran out of printer supplies so often.
The winter mix outside sent a cold draft along the carpet
,
like frigid fingers burrowing past skin and muscle and into bone.
I
tried not to think about the snow.
Of the ramifications.
I
sifted through the papers
,
my stomach aching.
Something caught my attention
,
and I started stacking the papers
,
glancing at each one.
Mom had been printing online newspapers from...everywhere.
It didn’t take long for the pattern to become clear.
“
Oh
,
gods
,
oh
,
man
,
Kat.
She’s looking for him.
”
“
Who?
”
I
shoved one of Mom’s graphs toward her.
It had names
,
ages...towns.
“
The young warrior.
”
The sheet crinkled noisily as Kat snatched it.
Her ponytail slid around her shoulder to brush the paper as she stared at it.
I
ran my hands through my hair
,
absently scrunched the short spikes on top.
Kat and Coral would probably never cut their hair but I’d grown sick of messing with it and chopped mine off.
Mom said it made me look like a fairy sprite.
The black color came more from our Native American Arapaho ancestors
—
Iñunaina—than from our Norse ones.
We looked Indian
,
but our Scandinavian heritage raged strong.
As if aware of my thoughts
,
that presence in me
,
that
thing,
shifted and stretched like a sharp-clawed cat waking from a nap.
It creeped me the hell out each and every time since it first happened.
Nothing like growing up knowing that one of the three norn goddesses lived in your body.
That she was there for one reason.
It hit me then.
The terror.
Something more than the usual fear and the constant anxiety that the norn could take over.
That she could just wipe off my personality like words on a whiteboard.
Could this really be it?
The end of the world?
Horror curled through my insides
,
thick and rolling like waves of sticky
,
oozing oil.
It flowed into my limbs and made them sting.
I
fisted my hands and sat back as the room swirled around me.
Terrified the norn’s seidr magic would kick in
,
I
squeezed my eyes closed and held my breath.
I
came out of it to find Kat stroking my shoulder
,
holding my hand.
“
It’s okay
,”
she whispered over and over.
“
Come on.
You’re the one who never loses it.
Don’t wig out on me now
,
Raven.
”
My fear was reflected in her eyes.
“
Kat
,
it’s true.
All of it.
Ragnarok.
”
I
whispered the last word.
“
I
know.
”
She closed her eyes.
“
I’ve spent my entire life ignoring Dru’s stupid stories and here I am scared to death
,
too.
But we can’t let her do whatever it is she’s planning for those boys.
We just can’t.
”
Kat never called her Mom.
Her resentment for the woman raged like a never-ending storm.
She hated her for dragging us from town to town
,
from one campsite to another.
Out of the three of us
,
the most forgiving of Mom was Coral
,
who padded into the room pulling on a fat
,
purple sweater.
“
Where’s Mom?
”
Her loose hair was longer than her black skirt
,
which ended halfway down her thighs
,
above a pair of thick
,
trendy
,
hot-pink socks that stretched over her knees.
They went well with the pajama top...and the pink feather she’d clipped into her hair.
Her style was definitely her own.
Kind of funky
,
fashion-conscious hippie.
“
You didn’t see her outside?
”
Mom would have passed Coral on the front porch when she left.
“
No.
I
was talking to Mr.
Bennings next door.
”
She tried to smile.
“
He’s going to his sister’s in South Carolina.
Not sure why he thinks that will help.
It’s snowing there
,
too.
”
“
Mom couldn’t have gone through the backyard.
”
I
frowned
,
bit my lip.
The fence panels were tall
,
the gate had rusted shut and we’d had an exterminator out less than a week before to deal with a huge
,
creepy nest of snakes.
“
Coral
,
is there some spell she could have used to travel?
Like disappear or transport?
”
Kat snorted.
“
Beam Dru up.
”
I
glared at her.
She hated the old
Star Trek: The Next Generation
reruns I loved and she never missed a chance to pick on me.
Coral shook her head.
“
Mom’s getting pretty good
,
but not that good.
I
don’t know anyone who can travel outside the bounds of reality.
”
Faint heat filled my cheeks.
Yeah
,
it was a dumb question.
“
She must have crawled through the window.
”
