Norway 787 AD
Harald Bloodaxe sat on his thrown filled with grief. He was drinking to drown his thoughts of loss. "Loki, recite the prophesy again."
"Yes my lord," Loki's voice was soft, his speech smooth, his tone pleasant as he spoke and squeezed the bag he kept around his neck, "The destroyer will come, a Valkyrie from hell on dragon back. Your rein be cut short, your sons will shed each other's blood and your daughters time on earth will end on the last day of her fifteenth year."
"My Gwen, my darling little girl... Are you sure Loki, that is not how I recall the prophesy."
"I may have missed a word or two. I paraphrased it a bit to make it clear."
"I care not about my rein, but my sons and my daughter, can anything be done?"
"Leave it me my lord, I will do all that I can."
"The gods have sent you Loki, do as you see fit."
"Yes my lord."
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The Dragon's Redemption
Fantasy"The destroyer will come, a Valkyrie from hell on dragon back. Your rein will be cut short, your sons will shed each other's blood and your daughters time on earth will end on the last day of her fifteenth year."
