Once upon a time, I started writing a novel about a Valkyrie. I didn't get much further than three chapters in before realizing I had to do a lot of research for the novel and temporarily shelved it. I love Norse mythology and Valkyries, so I've been thinking about them again. Thus, this letter features a more YA version of Valkyries, and I plan to write the book for NaNoWriMo 2014.
I sank upon the bed and turned the unopened letter in my hands. Mom’s curly scrawl had addressed it to me. It was before she packed up her bags and left Dad and me. I hadn’t wanted to open it, vowed to toss it. Perhaps I should burn the paper, her words. She didn’t care enough to tell me in person, so why should I let her explain now.
Dad didn’t know about the letter. I didn’t have the guts to tell him. It would just hurt him, and Mom had already done enough damaged.
I sighed and slammed the letter upon the bedspread. My fingers tangled in my blond hair, yanking the strands. I leapt up. Two steps had me at my waste can. I snatched the bin and tossed the letter into it. Slam dunk. I dropped the can again with a metallic thud. Halfway out of my room, I spun around and grabbed the letter.
I had to know what she said and hated myself for it.
Opening the letter, I spread out the single page. My hand shook as I held it closer. A faint whiff of her perfume made my heart clench. Maybe she would come back. I swallowed a lump in my throat and began to read.
No “dear” or “dearest.”
Your father and you must hate me, but please, let me explain.
Yes, we do, but go on.
I didn’t want to leave.
Then why did you?
But I had to. There are many things you don’t know about me and our heritage, but I was summoned back home ... far, far away. I wish I could tell you more, but the less you know the better. I don’t know when or if I can return. The Allfather needs me.
Astrid, I fear you and your father may be in danger. Please take care. You are stronger than you know. I wish I could tell you more. So much more, but it’ll put you at risk. Just know I love you. Please remember that.
The last words blurred before my eyes. I didn’t want to cry over her again. I breathed in snot and crumbled the letter up. I still had no answers. Why did Mom think we were in danger? Who was the Allfather? Why did she think I was strong?