I travel back with Amalasontha back as we head to her village because I\u2019ve decided to pay my respects to Tonna. Forsa village isn\u2019t all that different from Stormfront. It lies directly south across the bay from Stormfront. I have never actually been here before, but like Stormfront, the town is protected by a giant wooden wall that separates the buildings from the woods. They have two separate harbors; one is on the side of the bay that is directly across from Stormfront and the other looks out to the sea. The seaside harbor is less protected and therefore only takes in visitors while the bay holds all of their ships. The village itself is nowhere near as big as Stormfront but is not small by any means. Mostly women with only a few men who I presume are most likely slaves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The women gawk and stare as we walk in. They must not see many men aside from their slaves. I follow Amalasontha all the way to their hall where the body of Tonna lies, along with the other fallen warriors. I see two women I remember from my wedding. Amalgunda, the chief if I am correct, who looks slightly older now with her golden hair showing streaks of white. She still has the dignity of a leader as she sits up straight in her throne-like chair. Or at least the closest thing to a throne aside from the chair that the other woman I recognize sits in. Their matriarch, Dasyra Ragnarsdottir, who doesn\u2019t seem to be a day older than she was at my wedding. Of course, the wedding was only just over a cycle ago. I continuously forget that. It seems like a long time ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Behind Dasyra is another woman I recognize. The same woman I sat with at the docks during the All-Clan Meeting who also came to my wedding, Almedha Dasyrasdottir. She, like all the rest, grieves for the fallen. All three women look upon me with hard eyes. None seem to be sure of what they see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMother Dasyra, Chieftess Amalgunda. Bothvar, son of Earl Beorcol of the Kraken clan, has joined us in honoring our fallen sisters and daughters who gave their lives in battle,\u201d Amalasontha says. Both of the women stare at me long and hard. Even Almedha seems to be in disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis couldn\u2019t possibly be the same man we saw get married at the end of fall just one cycle ago,\u201d the Chieftess says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is him,\u201d Dasyra says with those eyes that seem to glow like an emerald under the light of the moon. \u201cHe has changed much. I see he\u2019s been eating the glow mushrooms. They leave the skin that dark color. Your weapons, is that Nedraetium?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what that is, but I crafted these weapons with the glow ore I found in the mountain. The same place where the glow shrooms are,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She half smiles. \u201cNedraetium is what the dwarves call it. Their mountains are rich with it. Unfortunately, it is too heavy for most humans to lift. But you seem to have no trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI did when I first found it. Couldn\u2019t budge it. But I grew strong during my self-exile,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRight. I\u2019m sorry to hear about your brother. It is tragic,\u201d the Matriarch says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe\u2019ll live on within his children. I\u2019ll make sure of it.\u201d I take a deep breath. \u201cI\u2019m sorry for the loss of your fellow Valkyrie. During the battle, I wish I had been more disciplined. If I would\u2019ve stayed back, they might still be alive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be foolish, child. You are not to blame. The blame rests solely on the Bone Eaters. Tonna died so that the rest of our people can continue on to live. She will be remembered for her sacrifice and the younglings will know that she paid with her life to make sure they get to live theirs. That is the reason we fight, is it not? To provide and protect the ones we care about?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt should be\u2026\u201d I admit as I shift my eyes away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, we can\u2019t fault you for wanting revenge. I know above all that the lure of revenge can be rather tempting,\u201d Amalasontha says with a bitter tone. Her hand clenches her sword at her belt. \u201cSometimes it takes a journey with young cubs to remember what is important. One must not forget it is the next generation that we must protect. It would do no good to die seeking revenge and leave the future of our own people unguarded.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRight, you may be, but I still think justice must be exacted,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo you not know the difference between justice and revenge, young Beorcolsson?\u201d the Matriarch asks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs there a difference?\u201d I ask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPerhaps. Talk to me again when you find out the answer,\u201d she says. Leave it to a woman to always leave questions unanswered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dasyra turns to Amalasontha. \u201cNow that you are here my child, let us lay to rest those who made the ultimate sacrifice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Amalasontha nods, clasping her fist against her chest. Dasyra and Amalgunda rise up and make their way past. I follow Amalasontha and Almedha behind them as she joins the women to lift up and carry out the bodies of Tonna and the others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They head out onto the ice-cold docks facing the sea, where several small boats decorated to honor their dead are placed on the frozen ice. Amalasontha and the others lay the dead upon their final resting place within the boats. Dasyra stands in front of the crowd, made up of mostly women. \u201cToday is a sad day. A sad day indeed, for we have to say our last farewell to those we know to be family. Some see them as daughters, others as sisters. Some even see them as lovers, but we all share a bond of kinship with these brave fallen warriors. They stood against those who seek to harm us. Not only did they stand against them, but because of them we all get to live another day in peace. Because they sacrificed their lives, we may live to see tomorrow. We owe them a life that is worthy of such a sacrifice, and I will demand of you that you live your life to earn that sacrifice. Remember their names and who they were. Carry those memories and share them with the next generation so they can be immortal within our hearts. For they still live and dine in the halls with our beloved Fridgerd, the mother of us all. Now, say your goodbyes for now, but not forever. For one day we will meet again in the next life when we too must make the final sacrifice to ensure our people live on.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everyone bows their head with their fists against their chest. I follow their lead and show my respect. Then the women kiss their fingers and raise them to the heavens above as I do the same. \u201cNow, my children, let us send our fallen to the halls of our beloved Fridgerd so they can dine with our ancestors and watch down upon our people.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Archers light arrows, notch, and draw. A teary-eyed Amalasontha gives them the command and they release, lighting the sky in flame before they set fire to the dead. Their flames light up the darkness, melting the ice until their lights are taken by the gods above.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Amalasontha falls to her knees and weeps. Just as I am about to turn to leave, something happens. The clouds part, and a light shines down on the sea. The women all gasp and point out. It\u2019s like the real Valkyrie themselves came down from the heavens to take the sisters home with them. But just as soon as it comes, the light is gone, and snow rains down as if the skies themselves wept.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the women say their farewells, the harbor empties for all but Amalasontha. I walk up to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She lets out a long breath before she climbs to her feet. \u201cI wish it was me instead.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI understand. No parent should weep for their child.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She looks up at me. \u201cYou\u2019re an honorable man, Bothvar. Tonna knew that to be true, and she had the best judgment of the character of others.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat she did. I will never forget the day we met as children. She helped me prevent my brother and his friends from killing a little rabbit. She always had a heart of gold.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Amalasontha smiles. \u201cShe told me that story. You and her share the same heart. I take warmth in knowing you carry that same warm heart on. Do not let it grow cold, Bothvar. Keep it warm.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ll try, but it is hard.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know that all too well. Now come, join our feast to celebrate the lives of the fallen. Of my daughter,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI cannot. I must go back. Feels like it is time to return home. I have been gone far too long. Even though I didn\u2019t succeed with the goal I set out to achieve, I have found something better instead. With a new purpose, I will return to my family. I will honor Thorkel in another way. I will make sure his child lives on to carry on his name and legacy. And I would like to see my own wife and child. I\u2019ll make sure no one forgets Tonna\u2019s name, nor the other fallen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She nods, her face shows compassion and respect. \u201cThat I can respect. Cherish them, Bothvar. You will never know when it is time to say goodbye.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I nod and hold out my hand. She takes it and meets my eyes. \u201cI hope we meet again, Bothvar, son of Beorcol, but under different circumstances.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI feel the same.\u201d With that, I let go and head into the storm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Snow comes down as if the sky is mad. The tears of the clouds are frozen with a vengeful pain. It isn\u2019t just cold; it is so cold that by the time I got to the river the water is completely frozen over all the way to the bottom. I\u2019ve never seen anything like it. I\u2019ve heard stories of a woman known as the Queen of Winter. She\u2019s a dragon who brings winter wherever she flies. The dragon named Azyra, the Queen of Winter. She must be mad to make it snow with such ferocity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But fortunately, I can cross the river without having to swim. It is frozen down to the dirt. But the snow does not make it easy to get back to my cave. Even I can barely see past my own hand. It is very tempting to take a left and go home, but I must return to the cave first. I nearly lost all sense of direction with the snow, and as I leave the forest behind, everything looks the same. The cold seeps down into my very bones. It\u2019s hard to deny the chill. I don\u2019t stop, just keep going. Even though my skin has been hardened by my exile, it feels the icy burn of the blizzard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I reach the mountain and force myself to go on. It\u2019s just a little farther now. The steep slope of the mountain makes it hard to get a footing within the snow that continues to blind me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I do not want to lose sight of the secret passageway that leads to the cave we found so long ago, but I can hardly tell the signs and nearly miss them as I find it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I find the entrance to my cave, I collapse with relief once I get inside. Then, an overwhelming sense of loneliness creeps down to my very heart. Blue-Eyes is gone, and her family along with an old friend are dead. The very thought saddens me. Then, I realize I am not alone. I pull out my sword and ax as I climb to my feet. Hidden deeper in the cavern, someone stands with a weapon drawn. I can smell them. I can hear their breath and their quick heartbeat. Who dares sneak into my cave?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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