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Valkyrie
“The people have forgotten us,” demanded Ares as he walked to
the back of the garden.
“They
have no need for us anymore. Our people believe us to be dead and gone,”
insisted Phobos. “Yet, there are mortals who still believe in Gods. They are panicking
because they feel some great war is about to begin. I have summoned you because
their panic gives life to me and it makes me wonder, father.”
“We
are dead, Phobos.”
“We
are not dead, we have simply been forgotten and left for dead for centuries. What
if we can make new followers and bring people back to us, would it not be worth
more than anything we have seen? I feel alive again, and I feel the need to
thrive.”
Ares
looked down at his dark trousers and picked up a small bug. “I know exactly
what to do.”
Scandinavia
“Wake
up, my child. You are needed for the great Ragnarok, go now.” Hertha grabbed
her torch and flung it around. “Who’s there? Come out!”
“What are you doing? Why do you have
a torch near your head? Go back to sleep, Hertha, and give me that torch. The
men will be needing it when they go for their next hunt. We have a few more hours
before the sky brightens up,” moaned Erica as she pulled the thick elk’s skin,
over her shoulders.
“Nei, someone called out to me. The
voice said I was needed for the Ragnarok.”
“The Ragnarok, and a twig of a
girl,” snorted Erica. “I’m sure you are hearing things, Hertha. What can a
skinny girl like yourself do in the great battle? You my dear, are letting all
of the elders get to you with their Odin talk.”
“I am not and I am not that skinny.
What about our ma’s vision? She said we were destined to be special. Do you not
recall it? I know what I heard. I heard it in my own ears. I could feel his
cold breath on my neck.”
“Go back to sleep, Hertha.”
Hertha shook her head and put on a
large pair of trousers. “I know what I heard. I’m not going to bed, I’m going
for a walk.”
As the sun came up in the morning
sky Hertha was able to take in an unbridled look at the land. The snow was
ankle deep and the branches were covered with a heavy sheet of icy snow. The
white blanket was so heavy that it bent the branches of the trees, causing them
to brush against the ground. While the branches were cracking loudly underneath
the heavy snow, animals were trying to escape with their very lives.
“Go
to the river,” whispered a voice from the wind.
Hertha
turned around and looked for the owner of the voice. “Who’s there? Say it
again.”
“Go
to the river, and stick your hand in the icy waters until your fingers start to
burn,” demanded the voice.
“Why
should I? Why would I do such a stupid thing? You wish to mangle my hand,”
snorted Hertha.
The
wind blew violently forcing Hertha’s braid to unravel and fall below her
shoulders like a river of gold. Hertha held her cloak tighter against her body
and held her head down. “Who are you?”
“I
am your protector, your leader,” whispered the wind.
“Are
you Thor? Are you sending me into battle, Mighty Thor?”
The
voice was quiet for a few seconds. “Just go, Hertha. We are depending on you.”
Hertha
moved faster through the thick snow until she came upon the river. “Nei, it’s
frozen. I can’t do anything. It’s hard as a rock.”
A
large boulder started to roll from the mountain beside the river. Hertha ran
behind a large tree as the rock hit the icy river just adjacent to her body. “Go
now, swim to the bottom of the rock and there you will find it.”
“Find
what?”
“Go!”
Hertha
placed her cloak on the ground and mumbled a silent prayer. “Gods save me now.”
She rushed down into the icy river. As she was swimming downward the waters
started to harden. “I’m going to die.” She pushed forward until she made it to
the rock. By the time she made it, the water was quickly turning back to ice.
Near the ground she saw something shiny shimmering. With her strength fading,
she swam deeper until she was on top of the long shiny metal. “It’s a sword.” She
grabbed the sword and began her journey to the top of the river. With each
movement she could feel her life slipping away. The sword was cutting away at
the ice until finally she was near the top. Her body floated to the bank and
her eyes closed.
“I see you have found my gift,” smiled
a tall man wearing a white shirt with dark trousers. “Hertha, you will die
today, but you will also be reborn. You will no longer be just Hertha. You are
now be Hertha the Great Valkyrie and this sword will be your protector, it is
called ULFBERHT.”
Okay So I know Valkyries are only in Celtic mythology and they answer to Odin. However, I thought it would be neat to cross mythology beliefs. To be honest this is what gets me in trouble with my work. I have odd names and I write about a mixture of things. However, it feels really good when I can let my imagination run and just write. I need to create right now, and there is no telling what the creation will be at the end of the day. Maybe this is what the reviewer was talking about when he gave me a 1 for The Alien Recruitment. If I recall it right! He said I need to make my mind up. Well I have made my mind up, and I want to write about whatever makes me feel happy inside. I write for me and if that makes me horrible, unworthy, or anal, I will happily wear that hat. This is about me trying to clot my pain in the only healthy way I know. Give me feedback, and let me know what you think about Valkyrie.
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