🇬🇧 A Tale of OC "Sylvie la Maline" 👑

Created together with my friend - sirdani1#0 Old Egil, a fisherman from the settlement of Grimnas 🏚️⚓, lingered on the rocky shore this evening. The weather was worsening rapidly, and he hurried to his cave to wait out the storm. However, walking along the cliffs, he suddenly froze: in the distance, he saw the image of a wondrous woman 🔮✨, which instantly terrified him. It was Sylvie — the witch about whom dark legends circulated in the settlement. He knew that once a year she brought two sacks of pure gold 💰💰 to the elder of Grimnas, asking for only one thing: that on this day no living soul would go out to sea or appear on the coast. Egil had forgotten this rule, and now, gripped by horror, he huddled deep into his cave, becoming a witness to what mortal eyes were never meant to see. She was changing before his eyes. Shedding her heavy cloak 🧥🚫, Sylvie revealed a body covered in magical runes ✍️✨. Her green hair 💚 fluttered in the wind, and the serpent tail 🐍 starting from her hips increased with her every step across the stones. Suddenly, the witch threw her head back and spoke something 💥 so loudly that Egil’s ears rang, and the stones in the cave vibrated. At that same moment, the sea turned into a frantic storm. An island 🏝️💨 appeared among the waves, rapidly approaching the shore. With every second, the fisherman realized: this was not land. It was the back of a creature from the legends of the end of the world — Jörmungandr 🐍👑. The giant serpent's head rose above the cliff, speaking to the witch in a language the fisherman did not understand, but at the sounds of which the sea grew louder and louder. When the serpent finally sailed away into the abyss, Sylvie, without turning, said: — Farewell, my son... And now — she turned toward the cave and shouted — Come out, whoever you are, I know you are there. Egil hesitated. His doubts were deep with fear, and this very hesitation became a fatal mistake. In an instant, Sylvie vanished from his sight and a sharp pain pierced his body. She was already before him, in her hands was a stiletto that had already been plunged between Egil’s ribs. While the fisherman tried to catch his breath, clutching Sylvie's hand... he felt her hand becoming larger... no, her whole body was becoming larger. The serpent tail vanished, and her hair turned red 🔥👨‍🦰. Now a man slowly laid Egil, who was choking on his own blood, onto the stone ground: — You should have stayed in the settlement, fisherman. Although... — he smiled — don't worry... In Helheim, my daughter will take care of you, coward... And later you will become a participant in legendary events... When all your gods perish. Be proud of this ⚔️💀🌋. But Egil did not hear the last words... His eyes glazed over while the storm continued to roar over Midgard, herald of the end of times.