ASGARDIA RECEIVES VISITORS

ASGARDIA HAS VISITORS

Whilst standing looking out over the mountains of her homeland she  feels something in the air, something amiss, turmoil and can’t put her hand to it.  Dressed in her long black mourning gown it is all her people see her in any more.  She has to let go of the past and move on to survive and to help her people. 

Looking up to the heavens she whispers on thw wind “Send me a warrior for my people, to help me keep peace in Kavala.  They need someone that can lead them.  I do my best but Bowen was the warrior King,  But what else is this unrest I am suddenly feeling?” she spoke aloud to whoever was there.  Then she heard footsteps.  Turning she saw her Chief Commander Curacus coming to her with a worried look on his face.

 “My Queen, there are wounded soldiers at the gate.  They are wanting medical assistance.  What do you wish for me to do my Queen?”  He had long admired her but her grief had been so strong no one would reach her.  If only he could, but she was a Queen of Kindness and Healing.  He knew her answer before she spoke it.

So this was it that was so foreboding… Death at her doorstep!  “Curacus!  By all means let them in and get them to the Infirmary immediately.  I will gather the healers and be waiting there for them.  Post haste Curacus!” she ordered.  As he left she turned and went to the stairwell that led down to the lower level where the healers and apothecary had an infirmary with natural medications. 

Asgardia herself was a healer of great powers but it took a lot out of her.  Her soul was broken.  Half of it lay shriveled inside of her.  But she never turned injured away no matter of race, creed or species.  Down in the Infirmary she started giving directions to the healers and apothecary.  They waited to see what had been found on their doorsteps.