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Read The Lost Valkyrie in order! Some chapters are NSFW!
His name was Arne, the Eagle, a name given to him because of his sharp eyesight and excellent aim, able to shoot accurately with a bow at great distances. And his Lord was glad to have him along for the fight they were about to enter.
The two small “armies” stared at each other across the small field-of-battle-to-be, both determined and ready. These fights were terrifying, but everyone on Arne’s side knew this battle was necessary. A neighboring king had been allowing raids from his land to come over to the lands of their Lord, and as that other king pretended to be unable to stop them, the raids had continued and gotten worse.
The other king was trying to take their valuable land, land that was critical for its good farming yield. And today was the proof. When Arne’s Lord had gathered his men and set out to punish the raiders coming from the other kingdom, instead of finding raiders, here was the gathered might of the area’s king to confront them.
Arne’s Lord spoke out. “So, my Lord, you cannot control the raiders coming from your land, but you can gather a force to come out and keep us from controlling them? Maybe it is time for you to speak the truth so we can decide what to do next!”
The other Lord responded. “There is no decision to make. Go back to your own land, my Lord. You are not welcome here, and if you stay, you will find only pain.”
The men around Arne murmured angrily. Many of their homes and farms had been among those raided, and the other king had just made it clear he had no concern for their losses.
“Well, then,” Arne’s King said in a loud voice. “You won’t stop people coming from your own lands and attacking my people. And you won’t let us handle this ‘for you.’ I think if you want us to leave, you’re going to have to make us. My Lord. Let the Gods choose between me and thee!”
Such disputes were a regular occurrence. The winner of this fight would either lose land holdings, or if the fight were more one-sided, the loser might even become a mere vassal, their land re-divided in ways more favorable to the new King.
Now the two opposing forces prepared to face off. But Arne’s side had a secret. The man’s king had taken him aside and given him some specific instructions.
“When the battle starts, you hold back behind our line, and you wait for their king to be in range. And when he is, you shoot him with your bow. We’ll end this battle with fewer men hurt or killed, on both sides.”
That sounded good to Arne. As the two groups moved closer, he looked for his shot.
But as the men prepared to charge each other and join the battle, there was heard off to the side of the battlefield a horrific sound. A bloodcurdling scream coming from the cover of the trees of the forest!
The strange, tortured screams of rage chilled Arne to the bone, and he could see the other men around felt the same. None of the men were looking at each other, anymore. Instead, they all looked towards the noises, wondering what they meant.
“Allfather, save us.” one of his friends cried as a creature emerged from the treeline.
“By the gods, WHAT IS THAT,” another cried out.
It was a snarling, evil beast, its fangs dripping with something that looked venomous, its taloned hands snapping at the air in front of it as it glared over at the men with an expression that could not be mistaken as anything other than pure rage and hate. As the men stared at this new threat, transfixed, it lifted up its head and screamed its pitiless, desolate call to the heavens, the terror echoing back and forth between the mountains.
And, as if at the fiend’s signal, a host of additional beasts like it emerged from the forest behind. Soon, the group numbered around 25 of these hideous creatures.
Nothing unites men more than a common enemy, and so it was this day. The two groups formed a single line as the demons charged at them. Though the men numbered almost 100, the demons didn’t pause for a second, and with good reason. The average demon is worth many human men in battle!
As the horde approached, still screaming, some of the men simply lost heart and fled in terror. A few clapped their hands over their ears, trying to keep the noise out. Others stood motionless in their shock.
Arne took command of every archer. “Nock… draw… loose! Nock… draw… loose! Bring them down, men!”
The Eagle’s exhortations brought some out of their shock, and a steady flurry of arrows began to find their marks in the demons. The men in front cheered!
But the demons barely seemed to be slowed by the arrows. After a few rounds of arrows had been shot, some looked like pincushions, but they ran on, ignoring whatever pain they were in! In another few moments the beasts had closed with the warriors, and they broke against the shield wall hard enough to send men flying backwards through the air.
The brave men tried to use their numbers to isolate individual demons and take them down, attacking from more than one side at once. But like with the arrows, stabbing a demon seemed to barely harm it, and the fury of the demon’s counterattacks took men out of the battle one after another.
Men had their throats torn out. They had their heads ripped off. Venomous fangs bit into shoulders, leaving their victims writhing in agony as they died. Men ran in terror, only to be dragged back to their deaths. Archers shot wildly in panic, hitting friend or foe before their arms were torn off.
Meanwhile, Arne kept his head and fought with grim determination, and there were other men beside him. All of his arrows spent, Arne was almost as good with his blade, and now he defended his king from the furious assaults of their infernal foes.
The brave archer had a few moments to believe they just might make it out of this fight alive, and then a stray arrow tore into his leg. As if they sensed his weakness, several demons leapt forward, tearing at him with razor-sharp talons and leaving him mortally wounded.
As he lay on the ground in a spreading pool of his own blood, Arne thought he heard a horn call from the heavens, and a beautiful figure appeared in the sky above, descending on white wings to land gently beside him. Though she was dressed as if for battle, with breastplate, forearm and shoulder guards and her blade slung on her back, her face was gentle, her touch soft as she took him in her arms and cradled him.
“Brave warrior, today you will enter Valhalla,” she told him.
So it was true, Arne thought. When you died, if you were a man of valor, the Valkyries came to take you to heaven!
“This isn’t so bad,” Arne thought to himself, gazing up into the eyes of his own personal angel. His angel had deep brown eyes, exotic dark skin, and beautiful long, flowing brown hair. And she was kind. The man had never seen anyone like her.
The Eagle tried to speak. “If I were not married, I’d be in love, right now.” All that came out was a croaking whisper; nevertheless, it seemed she heard him, and she smiled.
“Your wife must be a fortunate woman.”
“Wha… What is your… name,” the man gasped. It was laborious to speak.
“I am Hildi. Fear not. It will not be long, now.”
As he began to drift away, Arne was content. And he didn’t care much when he saw more Valkyries drop softly to the earth nearby, each one as lovely as the others, and each in her own way.
But then one of them said to the others, “make sure to destroy those demons. Not ONE of them leaves here today! They’ve made a MESS of the fates of these brave men!”
The one speaking caught Arne’s attention, because she seemed angry about what the demons had done, and her fury glittered in the heavenly light that shone around her as the other Valkyries rushed to enforce her commands.
“Wha..s… h r.. na e…” he tried to ask. But speaking was so hard.
“That is Helga,” Hildi said with a tender smile. “You rest now, warrior.”
No, this wasn’t so bad. Not so bad, at all. And the next moment, Arne was gone.
STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EXCITING VALKYRIE ADVENTURE!
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Read The Lost Valkyrie in order! Some chapters are NSFW!
”As we travel through the forest, tell me when you feel the danger, and tell me from whence it comes,” Friia instructed patiently for the seventh time as she rode alongside Rune, both the women on horseback.
The wife of Odin might be patient, but Rune was feeling frustrated and impatient with herself. So far she’d detected NONE of the dangers her sisters were representing as they hid around the area, ready to strike while Rune was not looking. It was as if her new skill was on a long journey far, far away from this place.
Valkyries playing the role of bloodthirsty demons, complete with how they were dressed and masked with horns and snarling faces, had jumped out to attack from behind trees, rocks, from below, from above. From the water and from out of pits in the earth. And each time, Rune had had no glimmer of warning.
The girl was starting to wonder if the whole “sensing danger” thing had been a coincidence of some sort, and her confidence was getting badly shaken. Worse, she wondered if Friia doubted her, too.
Secretly of course. From what Rune could SEE, the goddess was the very picture of supportive trust that Rune’s skill would manifest.
“Don’t worry, Rune,” the heavenly power counseled her. “Learning to call upon a gift is quite different than having it pop up accidentally, in response to a dangerous encounter. We know the gift is there, but we have to be able to wake it at will. It takes time to learn to connect.”
The young Valkyrie nodded ruefully, trying to trust the older woman as she rubbed her bruised side. Her sisters had started taking to WHAPPING her with their wooden training swords as they attacked, telling Rune she could defend herself only if she detected them before they ambushed.
The last, most forceful WHAP had come courtesy of Helga, herself, who seemed all too happy to torment the junior Valkyrie.
The girl could see a reflection of her own growing doubt in the eyes of some of her sisters, now. She wasn’t sure what would be worse: disappointing the wife of Odin, or the other Valkyries her gifts were supposed to help protect.
“I have to concentrate,” she thought as she and Friia continued their rather idyllic progress through the bright foliage of the forest. Valhalla… all of Asgard, really, was a lovely place.
Rune frowned, knowing her sisters must be near. Maybe it would help if they trained in a place where there might be actual danger, she thought. It would be more realis…
Wait. Was that a sense she was getting? Danger just up the path, waiting for them around a slight bend of the path? Rune stopped her horse.
“Up there. Where the path bends. Behind the rocks of the hill,” she pointed, then looked at Friia for confirmation.
Friia smiled at her. “Sorry, no. There is no immediate danger here.”
Rune made a half-frustrated, half-disgusted noise. “By the gods, this is useless. I can’t do it!” Her rant bordered on a childish tantrum.
As the girl continued to berate herself, the heavenly power laid a gentle hand on her arm.
“Do you have to think about glittering in the sun? Do you have to decide to be strong when you wield a blade? Does worrying about being fast to strike or quick to defend make you even a tiny bit faster? You need to think less and BE more. You are a being of light, Rune. It flows through you, like yonder stream flows along its rocky bed.”
The wise goddess gestured to the gurgling, babbling brook next to the path as demonstration. “Your gifts are like that. Don’t try to MAKE the stream flow. It flows! Whether you will, or not! Instead, try to dip your foot in the water. Feel how cool and clean it is. How refreshing and pure. Then let it take you where it will go.”
“Gifts,” the other woman had said. Like she had more than one! Rune wondered what other gifts she might have. This one, and the heavenly fire, as they had called it. What else? The young woman felt excited to find out, and she had a million questions, forgetting her worries about her training so far.
“Do all the Valkyries have gifts like mine,” she asked.
Friia smiled. “In short, no, they do not. The Allfather created the Valkyries to collect the souls of the slain warriors, the bravest of men, and bring them to Valhalla to be part of his army for the battle of Ragnarok. Valkyries were able warriors in order to complete this task, and lovely, too. These are gifts after their own fashion, of course.”
Rune nodded as the pair resumed their slow ride through the forest. Her sisters were beautiful almost beyond description, it was true.
The other woman continued. “Twas after the demon invasions started that we first saw new Valkyries appear with different and more powerful gifts like the ones you have. And it was very well they did. The original Valkyries would have been swept away, as the demon horde was too great to withstand with skill of blade alone.”
This was fascinating to Rune. A lot of this she knew, but some things she’d never heard. And she had more questions. Even just hearing it from as authoritative voice as the goddess was amazing.
“If the Allfather’s Valkyries needed help, why not have his warrior army fight at their side against the demons? Surely they are strong enough?”
The girl’s question made Friia smile. “My husband is wise, and he knows he needs every warrior he can have at his side to fight the final battle of Ragnarok if he has any hope of surviving. He dares not waste a drop of their blood on this concern. The Valkyries must suffice…”
The goddess stopped, looking thoughtful. “If only the men of the earth would stop fighting each other and join to fight against the demons as one, they might defeat them utterly. But so far, nothing stops men from their selfish ambitions and petty jealousies. And the demons exploit this.”
Rune gazed at her instructor in wonder. “But the demons would enslave and destroy them. Why can’t they see?”
Friia’s response was immediate and forceful. “Men are weak, Valkyrie. When you meet them, you will see for yourself. Men require strong leaders, but those leaders must also be men of virtue or else chaos is the result. Our foes thrive on chaos, lies and division.”
“But how can we make them…” the student began to question, but the wife of Odin held up a hand, silencing her for the moment as the pair came fully around the curve of the path Rune had mentioned earlier.
Ahead of them lay a gully thick with underbrush on one side of the path, and a pile of boulders along the other side. A dense thicket of trees lay further down the way, as well as a deep drift of snow. Rune could see multiple potential ambush spots, here.
“Enough questions and thinking. There is a time for them. But now, you must simply BE. Gaze at the water rushing over the rocks. Consider how the sunlight sparkles on the stream. Enter the stream and let it flow over you. Let it take you where it wants to go,” the older woman commanded.
“And then, tell me where the danger is, here.”
Rune frowned, feeling like it was impossible. But how would she know if she didn’t try? It was true she didn’t have to try to glitter and glow. It was a part of her. This should be, too.
With a sigh, the girl tried to clear her mind by focusing on the stream. Seeing how the water flowed, the gurgling noises it made as it bounded along its merry path of rocks and silt. She could see herself dipping her foot in the cold, clear water and laughed as it licked the skin of her ankle and shin. She imagined herself getting smaller as she waded out to the center of the shallow stream: smaller and smaller until the rushing current swept her away. And she let it take her.
Her eyes closed, Rune didn’t see what was happening to her as she sat atop her filly next to Friia, but the heavenly power smiled as she observed Rune’s glowing aura increase in strength, getting brighter and brighter. “Heavenly fire, indeed,” the goddess said to herself, softly, trying not to disturb the young Valkyrie.
For her part, Rune was seeing the stream flow carry her along, rushing faster and faster, the current so strong it would sweep away a full-sized Valkyrie. Soon she felt it bring her to a high waterfall and go crashing over, down into a brilliant light that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat and the breath in her breast.
The young warrior’s eyes opened, and she could see a new light. Literally. Different parts of the scene before Rune shown with varying degrees of vibrance. Except for one part, which was darker and seemed to be swallowing the light. It was the large, deep drift of snow ahead, the one that lay partially across the path. Her sisters were hidden in the snow, she knew, waiting to pounce.
She felt she could almost feel their life, hear them breathing, feel the soft thud of their hearts. It was fascinating and beautiful. One of them snickered softly, thinking that they’d get to WHAP Rune again as the mounted pair rode round the snow drift.
The girl realized she could feel her sister’s delight in this game, and the realization drew a soft laugh from her.
It was Friia who drew her back to the now. “And? Where is the danger, Valkyrie,” she asked with some amusement in her tone.
“Oh,” Rune gasped, a little startled. “Sorry, my Lady, I was enjoying myself too much.” She cleared her throat, still not sure this was a true vision she’d had, but choosing to trust the process had led her in the right way. “They’re hiding in the snow drift.”
The wife of Odin, the wisest and greatest of all the goddesses, smiled at her, pleased. “Very good, Rune. Now you can see how to tap into your gifts. The more you practice, the easier and quicker it will get. At some point, you won’t have to try to make it happen: it will be as easy as slipping
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