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Chapter 1

The cold did not bite anymore. That was the first truth of my death.The physical agony of the heavy iron chains that had bruised my wrists was gone, replaced by a weightless, chilling numbness. I looked down. My body—battered, pale, and horribly still—lay slumped against the jagged stones of the cliffside courtyard. The monsters had come. They hadn't ignored me like Mother said they would. The Garm-brood—the terrifying, multi-eyed hounds from the gates of Helheim—had torn into me, realized I wasn't the golden prize they sought, and abandoned my broken shell to the howling winds of Niflheim.But I was still here.I floated a few inches above the stone, a translucent, shimmering specter. My wings, once a heavy curse of midnight feathers, were now a misty, smoke-like black that drifted elegantly in the air. As a Valkyrie, I was supposed to be a psychopomp—a shepherd meant to carry the souls of the glorious dead to the afterlife. I never imagined my first task would be watching over my o

Chapter 2

The roaring laughter of the Einherjar—the fallen warriors who now feasted for eternity—sounded like distant thunder through the veil of my death. I drifted closer to the high table, a ghost at my sisters triumph, watching my mother gently smooth a stray golden lock behind Freyas ear. That simple, tender gesture cut deeper than the fangs of the Garm-brood ever could.My mother had never touched me like that. To touch Greta was to invite the ash of bad omens into her pristine life.I hovered near the heavy stone pillars, my smoky, midnight wings curling around myself like a funeral shroud. Looking at Freya, so radiant and untouched by the harshness of the world, unleashed a flood of memories I had locked away in the deepest dungeons of my mind. It wasn't just the golden spear. It was a thousand tiny cuts, a lifetime of being the shadow cast by her brilliant light.I remembered our fourteenth winter, when the Great Frost settled over our mountain estate. As Valkyries-in-training, we were

Chapter 3

Silence spread through the entire hall. My mother knelt before him as she said, “She is… just an ordinary Valkyrie, Odin and has no interest in serving Asgard. That's why she refused to come. I’m apologizing on behalf of my daughter, Odin. Spare her!” ‘No… No… that's not right!’ I screamed to deaf ears. ‘I have always wanted to serve, Odin. Mom… why are you lying?’ Odin smiled, “Asgard will never force its people. They are free to choose their way.” Just then, my father leaned closer to my mother, his voice laced with genuine care, “I think we should go and check on Greta. What if the hounds-” “She will be alright, Theon. Hounds will not even look at her. Are you really going to miss Freya’s ascension because of this?” My mother slammed, and my father lowered his gaze. My ghost of a voice yelled in silence. ‘That’s not true, Mom. They looked at me. They tore me apart. I’m already dead. Can you please come and see my body?’My father seemed to look unsatisfied and still protested b

Chapter 4

The entire grand hall held its breath. My mother’s smile was radiant, a mask of perfect devotion as she gently nudged Freya forward. Freya stepped up, her spine straight, her posture screaming with the manufactured grace of someone who had been told her entire life that she was born to rule.“She is right here, Almighty Father,” my mother spoke, her voice trembling slightly with a mixture of awe and pride. “Freya is ready to accept your blessing and step into her destiny as the protector of Asgard.”The figure seated upon the throne of Hlidskjalf leaned forward. The golden armor gleamed under the palace lights, and his single eye focused entirely on Freya’s shimmering, golden wings. He raised his hand, a majestic gesture meant to signify the beginning of the divine tethering—the moment the golden girl would officially be granted the ultimate rank among the Valkyries.My ghost screamed, a soundless wail of pure agony. ‘Look at her wings! They stole my life to keep those wings bright!’B

Chapter 5

The silence that followed Skuld’s words was not merely quiet; it was suffocating. It was the silence of a collapsing empire.My mother remained on her knees, her hands pressed against the cold marble floor, trembling so violently that the plates of her silver armor rattled like dying breaths. My father stood frozen, his face a ghostly, hollow mask. And Freya—the golden girl, the flawless masterpiece of our lineage—looked as though she had been struck by Mjolnir itself. She gripped her own arms, her chest heaving as her precious, stolen wings beat frantically, kicking up desperate, agitated gusts of wind that smelled faintly of my own harvested vitality."An... ordinary Valkyrie?" Freya whispered, the word tasting like poison on her tongue. "No. No, I am Freya! I am the elite! Look at my wings! They are gold! They are light!""They are a theft," Urd, the first Norn, rasped. She took a step forward, the shifting fabric of her cloak scraping against the floor like a shroud trailing over

Chapter 6

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

Chapter 7

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

Chapter 8

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

Chapter 9

I 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

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