Natalia DreamingOwl

"The Lost Light"

⚠️ This profile is based on The Divine War, which is currently a work in progress. Only its first chapter is online; details may evolve as the story develops.
💜 Content Warning: The Divine War deals with divine predation, sexual violence and death. This profile discusses those themes only in the terms of the tale's first chapter.

The Light That Chased Away Darkness

Natalia is the friend whose infectious energy makes Astrid smile despite the melancholy that grips her. On the last afternoon of her life she lies in the grass of a meadow above the old oak grove weaving wildflowers into a crown and recounting the morning's drama—Ingrid's chicken escaping into Bjorn's bread stall, feathers everywhere, the poor man chasing it with a rolling pin while Ingrid laughs: "Well, at least now you know your bread's fresh enough for my Henrietta!" She knows all the chickens' names. She knows about Erik's poem for the baker's daughter, the one that compared Freya's eyes to fresh bread rolls, and she recites it, and the two of them laugh until their sides hurt.

"You see the world as it should be, not just as it is," Astrid tells her, and Natalia answers that Astrid sees it as it could be: "That's why we make such a good pair." She sets the flower crown on her friend's dark hair and tells her she looks like one of the Wild Gods they pray to. When Astrid doubts, Natalia holds her hand and insists: they hear us; they have to; the Wild Gods are different from the ones who hunt us. Without hope, without believing that someone up there cares, "what else do we have?"

She is the one who watches the horizon and says they should head back, who bites her lip and warns "Astrid, the sun—", who has never been able to refuse her friend anything when she gets that lost look. She agrees to five minutes. And on the path home, in a darkness that falls like a curtain being drawn, a god who calls them mice takes her from Astrid's grip. Her death is the tragedy the anthology's showcase names her for—"The Lost Light"—and the wound from which everything in The Divine War follows.

They hear us. They have to. The Wild Gods are different from the ones who... who hunt us. They care about mortals. I know they do.
— Natalia to Astrid, on the meadow (The Divine War, Chapter 1)

The Heart That Chose Joy Over Fear

Natalia's gift is to find joy and humor in everything—to make even the darkest days bearable with an irrepressible spirit. She is also the careful one: she wants to leave before dark, she keeps the rules, she believes. The tale sets the two friends in balance—one who sees the world as it could be, one who sees it as it should be—and then shows what a world of hunting gods does to the one who hoped.

Irrepressible
Collapses giggling into the grass over a chicken on an elder's head. Her laughter carries across the meadow like birdsong.
Faithful
"Maybe they are answering, just not in ways we can see yet." Her fingers tighten around the flowers as she says it, but she says it.
Careful, Until Asked
"You and your five minutes." She remembers the two-hour irrigation speech, she worries about the sun—and she cannot say no.
Loyal to the End
When Astrid offers herself in her place, Natalia's answer is "Astrid, no!" Even the god remarks on it: "Such loyalty. How quaint."
Maybe they are answering, just not in ways we can see yet. Have faith, Astrid. Please. Without hope, without believing that someone up there cares about us... what else do we have?
— Natalia (The Divine War, Chapter 1)

Gifts of Heart and Hearth

Natalia has no power but the ordinary kind—the kind the tale is careful to show before it takes her. She tells stories with her whole body, keeps track of a village's small dramas, weaves crowns from wildflowers, and prays.

Teller of Small Stories
The Market Square: Ingrid's chicken in Bjorn's bread stall; the rolling pin; the feathers
Names: Henrietta, Beatrice—"oh, what's the spotted one? Cordelia!"
Erik's Poem: "Your eyes are like fresh bread rolls, golden brown and warm—" recited in the bakery, in front of Freya's father and his very large paddle
Hands That Fly: She weaves and talks at once, and Astrid misses the beginnings of stories watching the sun
Faith in the Wild Gods
Different Gods: Believes the Wild Gods are not the ones who hunt—that they care about mortals
Prayer: Years of prayers, offerings at the sacred stones, the old ways—and an answer she is sure is coming "just not in ways we can see yet"
Hope as Reason: "Without hope... what else do we have?"
Answered: The chapter's last words say the Wild Gods heard every plea, and were coming. What that meant is the tale
Wildflower Crowns
The Meadow: Wildflowers woven while she talks, in a place that smells of freedom
The Crown: Set on Astrid's dark hair: "Now you look like one of the Wild Gods we pray to—beautiful and fierce"
Remaining Flowers: Her fingers tighten around them when the talk turns to whether the gods hear
Picnic: Bread, cheese, and a jar of her mother's blackberry preserves, nearly finished between them
Her Village
Neighbors: Ingrid the chicken-keeper, Bjorn the baker, Erik and Freya, Old Tormund at the meetings
Elder Magnus: The dawn gathering in the sacred grove; the invocation to the earth spirits
Her Mother: Blackberry preserves; a household in the village
Astrid's Cottage: Shared with Eamon, where the news of her taking is spoken behind a locked door

Five Minutes After Sunset

The tale gives Natalia one chapter, and gives that chapter to her laughter before it gives it to her fear. Then the owls fall silent, a branch snaps, and a beautiful thing steps out of the gathering shadows. What was done to her afterward is spoken of, not shown; the first chapter ends with Astrid behind a locked door and Eamon's grim prayer for the "kindest fate we can hope for now."

From Meadow to Memory
Village Childhood
A gap-toothed child chasing chickens through the market square, growing into a woman whose laughter could chase away the darkest moods.
Astrid's Other Half
"You see the world as it should be." "And you... see the world as it could be." Hours of walking to the oak grove to talk without watching eyes.
The Believer
Insists, against Astrid's doubt, that the Wild Gods hear and care—and that someone up there is coming.
"Five Minutes"
"But then we run, agreed?" Hands linked on the hillside as the last sliver of sun goes down.
The Path Home
No owls, no insects, footsteps muffled. A god who has never been fought back against. A wrist caught; a scream that grows fainter as Eamon carries Astrid away.
The Catalyst
Her death opens the door to everything that follows in The Divine War—Astrid's guilt, a Trickster's offer, the first of the Bloodmarked.
The Wildflower Crown
A crown of wildflowers is the last thing Natalia makes, and the first image the tale gives us of the Wild Gods—"beautiful and fierce"—set on the head of the friend who will one day be named their answer. Beautiful, fragile, temporary: it is the chapter's own emblem for what a village behind shutters had to lose, and for what "five more minutes" cost.
And you, my dear friend, see the world as it could be. That's why we make such a good pair.
— Natalia to Astrid (The Divine War, Chapter 1)

Bonds of Love, Faith and Memory

Natalia is known to us almost entirely through Astrid—through the friend who missed the beginning of her chicken story watching the sun, and who will carry the end of that day for the rest of her life. The Almanac of Stars remembers her too, in a single line of the Hunter's constellation: the friend who "died because they lingered five more minutes to watch a sunset."

The Faith That Lit the Way

Natalia DreamingOwl is the light of the first chapter of The Divine War: the friend who names every chicken, recites terrible love poems, weaves flowers into crowns, and believes—against years of unanswered prayers—that the Wild Gods are different from the ones who hunt. Her whole life as the tale gives it to us fits into an afternoon in a meadow, and the tale means it to. This is what a village behind shutters had, and what it stood to lose every night the sun went down.

She is careful where Astrid is restless. She wants to go home before dark. She agrees to five more minutes because she has never been able to refuse her friend anything, and because the sunset is beautiful, and because five minutes is not very long. On the path home the owls do not call, and a god steps out of the shadows and takes her, laughing, while Astrid is carried away screaming her name.

What was done to her is the horror the tale names without dwelling on, and the guilt Astrid will carry into everything that follows—the Trickster's offer, the first of the Bloodmarked, the war. The chapter's last lines seem to vindicate her: the Wild Gods had heard every plea, and were coming. Whether that was the answer she prayed for is the question of the whole anthology, and the reason the Historian, at the end of it, warns us to "pray they never love us enough to speak again."

Remember the Light

Meet Natalia on the meadow in the first chapter of The Divine War. Her story explores the power of memory, the cost of innocence, and the enduring influence of those who choose love over fear.