I must admit the idea of Valkyries and Norse Mythology in a YA setting has taken hold of my mind. Here is how Astrid's parents meet for the first time.
The Chosen
Mist dismounted from her winged
horse. The battled raged around her, but she paid little attention to the
mixture of warriors and Valkyries surrounding her. Her eyes focused upon a lone
man.
Red gleamed upon his sword, and his blond hair drifted in the breeze. His eyes hardened as he fought the frost giant, the last one amongst the enemy. He had no clue the Allfather had chosen him.
The frost giant released a frosty breath.
Ice hardened around the warrior, but he chipped it away and leapt upon the giant. They tumbled and twisted, and Mist lost sight of the man. Was it too late? The blade reappeared, stuck through the giant. She smiled and paused a few feet away.
The warrior roared with pride.
The frost giant pulled out the sword from the fatal wound and pierced the warrior.
His victory drained from his face as both dropped to the ground. The earth shook from the fall of the mighty frost giant. But that beast was no concern of Mist’s, just the man.
She walked forward and offered her hand to the warrior. “Rise, Leif. The Allfather has chosen you as one of his mighty warriors. Come with me to Valhalla.”
Leif opened his eyes and took her hand. His gaping wound closed up as their fingers touched, and he smiled at her. “I would follow you anywhere.”
Red gleamed upon his sword, and his blond hair drifted in the breeze. His eyes hardened as he fought the frost giant, the last one amongst the enemy. He had no clue the Allfather had chosen him.
The frost giant released a frosty breath.
Ice hardened around the warrior, but he chipped it away and leapt upon the giant. They tumbled and twisted, and Mist lost sight of the man. Was it too late? The blade reappeared, stuck through the giant. She smiled and paused a few feet away.
The warrior roared with pride.
The frost giant pulled out the sword from the fatal wound and pierced the warrior.
His victory drained from his face as both dropped to the ground. The earth shook from the fall of the mighty frost giant. But that beast was no concern of Mist’s, just the man.
She walked forward and offered her hand to the warrior. “Rise, Leif. The Allfather has chosen you as one of his mighty warriors. Come with me to Valhalla.”
Leif opened his eyes and took her hand. His gaping wound closed up as their fingers touched, and he smiled at her. “I would follow you anywhere.”
