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Well this is a little illustration I made from a dream I had a few weeks ago. I'll tell it and think I will in the third person, has always been confusing for me to write in first person ^^

>>It was a summer day in Madrid, like in August or something like that, when we can easily reach 30º (86ºF) in the shade. Morgana in the summer try to stay during the day, putting as little clothing as possible when she goes out and always go in the shade. She doesn't like summer, you know?

It was afternoon and she was walking through the Spain Square, probably towards the temple of Debod (a place where she usually meets with friends) but inevitably something caught his attention: under a bridge over which passed the road, a huge anthropomorphic figure with blue skin and white hair crept toward the shadow that provided the bridge, but the rest of people went their ways, without worrying about it. "Is that no one see him?" she thought "Doesn't go unnoticed, precisely..."

Morgana approached cautiously, watching him, seemed to be suffering, he panted. The air was colder as she approached. He finally reached the shadow and realized that the girl was watching him. He laid his eyes completely red on her with a frown. She looked to one side and the other, proving that people still did not see it. She dared to extend a hand to touch him and see if it was a hallucination or not. He also extended his huge hand and when they touched, they instantly retreated. The palm of Morgana was hurt, covered with frost and his took a puff of steam, for him was like touching a hot iron.

“You can really see me?!?” exclaimed the giant holding his hurted hand.
“Of course I can!” she replied “You’re quite big, you know?”
“Yes, but… It is supossed that they have banished me ... My punishment is that nobody can see me or help me. I will die here.”

Morgana’s heart skipped a beat. She began toconnect the dots in her mind "frost skin, red eyes, white hair, banished ..." She stepped back with eyeswide open.

“Are you a Jotne…?” she dared to ask.

He looked at her with a frown and a half smile, he had sharp fangs.

“How did you know?” He said.
“Because I’m an Asatru” she replied, stepping back.
“Oh, really? I thought those were extinct beliefs and humans had forgotten us” Morgana continued keeping away from him. “Hey, wait, wait a moment!” He showed his hands raised in sign of truce. “I’m not going to hurt you… I swear on my honor. My name is Ulfsak, and yours?”
“I’m Morgana” she said with suspicion. “And… Why are you banished?”
“Because I opposed the decision of my general and my king.”
“Hummm… I don’t know if I want to know it, but…” Morgana bitted her lower lip “W-what decision?”
“To invade the Midgar…” he said with a sight.

Morgana threw her hands to her head. “No, you can't be saying…”

“Oh, yes, I am! I’m really sorry, little human…” she wasn't paying attention, now she had too much things on mind, how to tell it to her Asatruar asotiation, how to face all that stuff… “And I’ll tell you one more thing…”
“What?”
“You’re now sharing my punishment to having spoken to me” Morgana stared at him with eyes like saucers. “And if you manage to contact someone they probably end up being invisible and inaudible too. I’m sorry… The best you can do is ... Wait for me to adaptto this climate, the first, and then think of something...”

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And that's all. I hope it's only a dream, because if it is a premonition means that the Ragnarök is coming, folks! *troll face*

Description
Well this is a little illustration I made from a dream I had a few weeks ago. I'll tell it and think I will in the third person, has always been confusing for me to write in first person ^^

>>It was a summer day in Madrid, like in August or something like that, when we can easily reach 30º (86ºF) in the shade. Morgana in the summer try to stay during the day, putting as little clothing as possible when she goes out and always go in the shade. She doesn't like summer, you know?

It was afternoon and she was walking through the Spain Square, probably towards the temple of Debod (a place where she usually meets with friends) but inevitably something caught his attention: under a bridge over which passed the road, a huge anthropomorphic figure with blue skin and white hair crept toward the shadow that provided the bridge, but the rest of people went their ways, without worrying about it. "Is that no one see him?" she thought "Doesn't go unnoticed, precisely..."

Morgana approached cautiously, watching him, seemed to be suffering, he panted. The air was colder as she approached. He finally reached the shadow and realized that the girl was watching him. He laid his eyes completely red on her with a frown. She looked to one side and the other, proving that people still did not see it. She dared to extend a hand to touch him and see if it was a hallucination or not. He also extended his huge hand and when they touched, they instantly retreated. The palm of Morgana was hurt, covered with frost and his took a puff of steam, for him was like touching a hot iron.

“You can really see me?!?” exclaimed the giant holding his hurted hand.
“Of course I can!” she replied “You’re quite big, you know?”
“Yes, but… It is supossed that they have banished me ... My punishment is that nobody can see me or help me. I will die here.”

Morgana’s heart skipped a beat. She began toconnect the dots in her mind "frost skin, red eyes, white hair, banished ..." She stepped back with eyeswide open.

“Are you a Jotne…?” she dared to ask.

He looked at her with a frown and a half smile, he had sharp fangs.

“How did you know?” He said.
“Because I’m an Asatru” she replied, stepping back.
“Oh, really? I thought those were extinct beliefs and humans had forgotten us” Morgana continued keeping away from him. “Hey, wait, wait a moment!” He showed his hands raised in sign of truce. “I’m not going to hurt you… I swear on my honor. My name is Ulfsak, and yours?”
“I’m Morgana” she said with suspicion. “And… Why are you banished?”
“Because I opposed the decision of my general and my king.”
“Hummm… I don’t know if I want to know it, but…” Morgana bitted her lower lip “W-what decision?”
“To invade the Midgar…” he said with a sight.

Morgana threw her hands to her head. “No, you can't be saying…”

“Oh, yes, I am! I’m really sorry, little human…” she wasn't paying attention, now she had too much things on mind, how to tell it to her Asatruar asotiation, how to face all that stuff… “And I’ll tell you one more thing…”
“What?”
“You’re now sharing my punishment to having spoken to me” Morgana stared at him with eyes like saucers. “And if you manage to contact someone they probably end up being invisible and inaudible too. I’m sorry… The best you can do is ... Wait for me to adaptto this climate, the first, and then think of something...”

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And that's all. I hope it's only a dream, because if it is a premonition means that the Ragnarök is coming, folks! *troll face*