LOGINThe night I died, my family was busy celebrating my sister's accession to the Hall of Valhalla. We are Valkyries. My mother was a battle warrior, and when she gave birth to the twins, her excitement was above the nine clouds. The reason– my sister was born with golden wings. A very rare colour mentioned in the prophecy–Valkyrie with gold will lead the others to stop Ragnarok. My sister brought fame to our family. I thought we would be happier until I realised the harsh reality of my own parents. Because I was born with black wings, my own parents saw me as taboo and refused to introduce me to the universe as their own. And when the time came for my sister's accession, afraid that dark forces might try to hurt her, my parents made a horrific choice. They dragged me to the edge of the clan's cliffside courtyard, chained me down as bait to draw the monsters away, saying through the barred doors: "Your sister is destined for glory. You were born broken—the least you can do is buy her time to escape.” “Mom… What if they hurt me?” I choked out. “They won't!” My mother spat, her voice laced with disdain as she shot a glance over my wings, “The moment they see your wings, they will realise you aren't worth their time.” My sister, Freya, smirked at me, saying, “Goodbye, sister.” I watched her retreating figure, wondering what my parents would do after they found out they had been wrong about the prophecy since the very beginning. What will they do when they find out that Freya was never the chosen one as they assumed, that my dark wings they always disdain actually belong to Midnight Raven? Will they regret it then?
View MoreI drifted down, my feet touching the floor without making a sound. "You knew," I whispered. "You are the Allfather. You knew what they were doing to me. You knew they left me there.""I knew," Odin admitted, a deep, ancient sorrow lining his face. He walked to the edge of the grand balcony, looking out over Asgard. The golden spires seemed dimmer now, the sky tinged with an ominous, creeping violet. "And I knew that no matter what choice I made, the outcome would remain unchanged."“But the Norns would just not listen to me.” He added, “They wanted to save you, to protect you. That was why they did their best to keep you hidden from the dark forces.” “I had warned them. They can change everyone's fate, but to challenge the Ragnarok, it's impossible. And look what happened? No one tried to harm you but your own parents. No one had assumed that possibility.”"But the prophecy," I countered, looking down at my spectral, translucent hands. "The Norns said I was the savior. I was meant to
The howling of my mother’s grief eventually faded into a terrible, heavy silence. My parents did not return to Valhalla as triumphant champions, nor even as grieving nobility. They returned as prisoners of their own making, dragged back by the cold reality that the savior they had discarded was gone forever.I followed them, still tethered by the fading remnants of my earthly existence. The grand hall of Valhalla felt different now—no longer a place of warmth and glory, but a suffocating vault of judgment.Odin still sat upon Hlidskjalf, his single eye reflecting the dying embers of the cosmos. Beside his throne, Freya stood trembling, stripped of her pride, realizing that the sister she had outshined was the only shield Asgard truly had.My parents threw themselves onto the marble floor, no longer commanding or proud. They were broken."Allfather," my father choked out, his voice a pathetic rasp. "The prophecy... the Norns... Greta is... we can revive her. We can journey to Helheim! W
My father’s mouth remained open, the empty promises of titles and honors dying on his tongue. Beside him, my mother’s ragged breathing stuttered, freezing completely. The grand, echoing hall of Valhalla seemed to shrink, trapping them under the unblinking glare of the Allfather’s single eye.Where was I?A memory finally pierced through the thick layer of my parents' denial. It hit them like a physical blow.I saw the exact moment the realization struck my father. His face drained of what little color it had left, turning a sickly, translucent grey. My mother let out a sound—not a cry, but a sharp, suffocating gasp, as if the air in the room had turned to poison.The hounds."No..." my mother whimpered, her hands clawing desperately at the marble floor, leaving smears of sweat and dirt. "No, no, no... We left her... We left her at the southern ridge.""We thought the hounds and the dark forces would not waste their time on her!" my father choked out, scrambling to his feet, his dignity
The silence that followed the Norn’s revelation was different from before. It was no longer suffocating; it was crushing. It was the weight of a truth so absolute that it fractured the very foundations of the hall.My mother remained frozen, her forehead still pressed against the cold stone, but her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. The brilliant armor she wore suddenly looked like a hollow shell, masking a woman whose worldview had just been violently dismantled."The... the Sun?" my mother whispered, her voice cracking. "A mere candle?""You dared to extinguish the light of the realm because you could not comprehend its depth," Urd said, her voice dropping to a harsh, gravelly whisper. "You looked at greatness, Martha, and you called it a curse."I stood a few paces back, my hands trembling against my sides. For years, I had carried the shame of that day. I remembered the sneers of the Victorious Valkyries, the disappointed sigh of my father, and the cold, unyielding disgust in m






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