22 April 2012
She looked out at the carnage, across a battlefield of death. The sky was dark with storm clouds, the wind had lightning on the breath.
Midgard shook with thunder, the carrion birds took flight, bloated from the aftermath, macabre winners of the fight.
A shield maiden of Odin, wearing armour of astral gold. Tall and strong and beautiful, with eyes so icy and cold.
She lifted him from where he'd fallen, where the warrior made his last stand. "Rise peacefully" she whispered, as she took him by the hand.
She had come to find a Hero, in a place where Hero's lie, to take him to Valhalla, where the Brave may never die.
Valkyrie • Opuss № I