//Just to make this clear: Ellenna has no idea who Haraldur is, no idea she is The Light, no idea that Haraldur is The Bitter One, and has absolutely no idea what is going on!//
Ellenna said: "What? Why are you calling me Miss Light? Why do you people keep mentioning someone called Haraldur and call me his bride? What the hell is going on?"
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The blue bubble at the bottom of the shaft was becoming unstable, streams of blue fire, akin in appearance to solar flares, but blue, flew off, smashing against the tunnel walls, which were also cracking of their own accord. Something was affecting it: The Bitter One was getting closer to acheiving it, as part of himself.
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Out of one of the many volcanoes on Víkingagarđ, Haraldur came roaring up in flame.
He was dazed, confused, angry, violent and dangerous, and intended to spread it around.
Below him was a village, but more like a farmstead with a village attached to it. It was evidently market day, as the streets completely filled to more than capacity with people and animals.
A fireball would not work this time, he needed it to be up close.
He landed quietly, close by to the village, and entered it, his long blond hair and beard sticking out as if a huge static charge was in him. The people around him stared, neither in fear or happiness, but out of surprise. The expression turned into fear soon after, and the atmosphere into one of panic.
Haraldur had punched one of the buildings, which had promptly exploded, frying the family inside, as a fireball came from the fist in mid punch.
Haraldur went around the village leaving destruction in his wake.