Chapter 76- Dragged

                                    

                                          
The light is blinding.
My ears ring.
I'm being pulled towards the light source. I have to lift my hand up to cover my eyes.
As I'm pulled into the light I hit something hard.
All at once, there is no more bright light, no darkness and no floating.
The pain is overwhelming now.
I can finally hear again but all I can hear is my own screams. 
Something clamps over my mouth and muffles my screams.
Whatever put the clamp over my mouth begins to drag me somewhere. I have no strength.
My back scrapes again the ground and rips the skin open. I can feel the blood running down my back. 
I let my head flop back. It collides with group and makes a crack as it hits the floor.
I wish the creature would stop dragging me. It's so painful.
After what feel like forever, we stop. 
I don't realise my eyes have been closed until I open them and look up a bit. 
We're in front of a massive castle. It's absolutely huge, very dark, covered in vines and what looks to be mould and it looks very ancient. 
I have no idea where we are and can't even describe what this place looks and feels like. 
I get a slight glimpse of the creature who was dragging me. 
I don't know what they are but they look like what Loki explained the Vanir to look like. 
Oh no, I'm in Vanaheim. 
I've been told about the conflict between Asgard and Vanaheim. 
Maybe that's why they want me. 
To get back at the gods. 
But would they go to some much trouble as to kill me?
I wonder if I'll be found or if I'll have to spend my days rotting away here. 
I wonder what they want from me...
Yay. Another chapter. I promise I'll try to write more over the next to 
weeks. 
I once again have another excuse for why it'll be hard to write a lot. 
This one is extra valid.   
My dad is currently in hospital and it's a good 30-45 minute drive to get there and we're trying to visit him every day. Currently, my sister and I are doing a lot of the cooking and those sorts of things (my mother is a bit of a tragic cook) and will have to continue to even when my dad gets home as he won't be able to walk properly for a while. 
We'll have to do extra chore and probably shopping and stuff we wouldn't normally do to help out. 
So I won't get as much done as I normally would during holidays but I'll try my best.