Battle torn, worn and weak,
I stand in line to fight
The wolf is hungry for his meat,
Which I'll not be tonight.

My sword I raise above my head,
And sound my battle horn.
Odin if you hear me,
My allegiance has been sworn.

The strength of Thor is in me,
I'll not fall as prey.
With Tyr along to guide me,
I'll find victory this day!

My brothers lay before me,
In battle they've been beat.
They died like noble Norseman,
So in Valholl we will meet.

Battle torn, worn and weak,
This conflict has run long!
The wolf has had his fill of meat
The warriors will is strong

Hail the Einherier!
Hail those that have served.
Hail to the fallen!
All Hail those now falling.
- Bodvarr Vilhjalmur "Warriors Will"

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The sound of a heartbeat, it's pace a fast one, a warriors heart beating to the sound of a drum. She's running towards her fate, her destiny, demons in her way. Shadows of a past life, looming on the horizon. She sees them and yet she still doesn't stop coming. She runs towards them, sword of justice in her hand. Fire begins to pour from the sky like rain, and she alone must face the demon hordes standing between her and her final destiny. Must she die to win? No, dying is not an option. Dying wasn't in the cards for her. The lesser demons came for her, but still through it all her thoughts were on the main goal, defeat the demons, save the earth, be the girl she was meant to be from birth. Strong, independent, brave, and above all, a warrior.

"There's no way you all are going to get out of here alive."

She looks around at the demons as they start to close in around her. A booming voice from the leader, as he sat upon his throne holding a jeweled crown in his hands.

"You will not make it out of here my dear. You will be forever trapped in this prison you have made. No love, no warmth, only death and chaos."

The demon spoke back at her. She looked at the demons around her. The closed in. She held her sword above her head, screaming out.

"FOR VAHALLA! FOR ODIN! TYR BE WITH ME!"

She swung her sword, clashing it against those who had come for her. She fought with all she had in her and when the demons were all dead, laying around her, blood pouring from the scratches on her body. She spun around facing the demon on his throne. Her stare cold as the blue in her eyes. He stepped down from his throne, placing the crown on the seat he had just sat in. He kept his eyes on her. Pulling the sword out of the ground, he looked at her.

"Have you come to die?"

The girl held her sword tightly, her face going cold. She doesn't speak, not one word. She swung her sword over her head, landing it on the shoulder of the demon. He howls in pain, obviously she had hit her mark.

"DIE!"

She screamed at the demon, before swinging her sword again. This time the demon caught it and knocked her off her feet. She went tumbling backwards and then he came to her, dragging her up by her hair.

"What, do you have no fight left? For all that power you claim to have, you have nothing..."

With that she drove the sword into his chest, and it was all over. She stood, taking the crown from the chair, lifting it to her head. Once it touched her head, there was a bright light, blindingly bright. She screamed out into the night, waking up. Her body shivering. In the doorway stands her daughter.

"Momma are you okay?"

"I'm fine Ashlynn, momma's fine baby girl."

Ashlynn ran over and hugged her. And as she held her daughter, she couldn't help but wonder what the dream could have meant.