Magnus pov

I woke up at the crack of dawn to Half-born shaking my shoulder. "Wake up Rapunzel!" He smiled at me. In between his teeth were flecks of....falafel!

"I swear to gods if you ate my falafel-" I said, but he cut me off.

"Don't worry Blondie! There were two boxes of falafel! I only took one." He huffed.

"Good." I muttered. "So we should get moving. I'm a bit nervous about more giants like the one from yesterday." I recalled my face being splattered with giants blood the day before. Half born nodded.

"Yea," he sniffed the air and cursed, "We should get moving." We packed up and left.

°•°TIME SKIP TO THEM CLIMBING A MOUNTAIN BECAUSE IM TOO LAZY TO WRITE IT RIGHT NOW°•°

We climbed up the treacherous mountain side with only a few near death experiences. Better than usual. But end again, that had never happened before. Something bad must be at the top.

When we reached the top of the mountain, Half-born froze. He pointed slowly to a campfire. Clustered around the campfire, were at least fifty Dragur. We took cover behind a rock. "Did you see those swords?" Half-born asked. I turned over and looked at the skeletons.

Their battle armor ranged from chefs aprons, all the way to full Norse battle armor. In their hands, along with gray whetstones, were swords white as bone after dipped in bleach. They were bone swords. "I do now," I whispered to Half-born, "and I wish I hadn't!" I looked at him. He brought down his voice to a low whisper.

"The Blades Of Bone," he said, "These are the most feared, and most deadly, group of Dragur is history!" He fiddled with his axe. "They are berserkers. Their swords can sever your soul from your body."

Oh no. Half-born had been a bit too loud. The Blades Or Bone cult stood in front of us, swords at the ready. One in a war helm and Norse armor stepped forward. His sword was bigger and sharper than the rest and his smell was stronger of death than the others. He spoke in an odd language.

"Bana allr hverr bella atlaga vér Brandrs Mis Bein!" The zombie yelled.

"What's he saying?" I asked Half-born.

"You don't wanna know." He said. He took a deep breath and said some things that I can't even begin to say. The Bone man scowled, took a deep breath, and spat at Half-born feet. Then Bone Man replied in that language and readied his sword. His men followed his example.

"Renna." The Dragur said.

"He says-" Half-born said, but I cut him off. I could already guess.

"Let me guess," I said, reaching for my pendant, "he says 'Run'?" Half-born nodded. "Yea, no!" I said. I pulled off my pendant and summoned Jack. "GET 'EM!" I yelled to Jack. He zipped off and sliced their bone swords to pieces.

The zombies weren't so easy. Jack stabbed everywhere looking for their berserker weaknesses. Eventually jack took them out. "Good job." I said. Jack returned to my neck in pendant form. "And now." I said. And me and Half-born promptly collapsed and fell asleep.