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The year was 793 A.D., the day being the eight of the first month of that year.
“They dismembered his body into pieces,” the skin clad man sobbed. “The murderers dragged and carried every piece of him on the frozen ice, to the centre of the lake. They broke the ice and created a hole.” He howled in despair. “They threw his remains under the ice and into the waters of the dark and forbidding lake.”
“I implore, O Almighty Creator,” cried the eternal queen, “for revenge and seek nothing else...”
“...Astrid is no more. Henceforth, my daughter, you will be known as Jasmine!” Gullvieg revealed. “Forever you shall remain a youthful, beautiful bloom; though one that conceals within it the wrath of a vengeful god.”