Valkyrie Ascending
She found him on the field of battle, in the thin fog and damp grey stillness of the morning, still clinging weakly to life amid the mire and blood and remains of his foes. She gathered him into her arms, held him as she often did beside their hearth.
He had been a good husband, a good father, but a magnificent warrior. Five enemies dead at his hand; Father Wotan must surely reward such valor!
Surely he would send a Valkyrie for this man she loved, that he may live on in glorious Valhalla!
She felt his last breath, passing over and through her like the clean, clear breezes of the fjords, but, strangely, with a tang of regret, that pulled at her heart like nothing ever had, and might never again.
She found him on the field of battle, in the thin fog and damp grey stillness of the morning, still clinging weakly to life amid the mire and blood and remains of his foes. She gathered him into her arms, held him as she often did beside their hearth.
He had been a good husband, a good father, but a magnificent warrior. Five enemies dead at his hand; Father Wotan must surely reward such valor!
Surely he would send a Valkyrie for this man she loved, that he may live on in glorious Valhalla!
She felt his last breath, passing over and through her like the clean, clear breezes of the fjords, but, strangely, with a tang of regret, that pulled at her heart like nothing ever had, and might never again.
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