Her face lit with such Joy as the heat of the forge encased her, the golden glow of her hair shining gently with each roar of the flame. She felt more content with each strike of the hammer as sparks flew into the chilling air. She whisked a small piece of charred metal from the trough and wiped away the soot, revealing a glimmering silver Mjolnir pendant.
"That'll do perfect." She exclaimed.
"Sure you'd rather not stay, work with me at the forge?" Asked an older man, leaning against a Pilar.
"Y'know i love you and the forge, but i want to be out on the frontier, doing something greater."
"I know, princess. I guess I'm just..."
"Just?"
"Having trouble letting go."
"I know, dad. I'll come back, though."
They Share a soft hug before Biðja takes off toward the recruitment office.
"You better."
As she enters the office, she breathes deeply and starts to the desk. The recruiter seems joyous to see her and gestures to sit. Biðja clenches the Mjolnir she'd just forged before the recruiter has her sign paperwork.
"We're delighted to see you join, Biðja. You've been looking forward to it for a while."
"Yes, sir. I have. and am excited myself."
"I can tell. In a week, you'll board the frigate to the training station in Labyrinth."
"Labyrinth? The new sector?"
"Indeed, all recruits are being sent there."
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Labyrinth: North's Prayer
Science FictionA sequel to the last; Labyrinth: Hero's call. This story follows Biðja, a Viking Coalition woman who is enlisting in her army.
