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Eira looked around for a spare weapon desperately from where she stood. She would die quickly and cowardly if she had no weapon. Or she would use the powers she had as a snow goddess, which was forbidden. But she would have no choice, would she?
Bor struck Loki down quickly and lifted his sword, arching two swords at Eira quickly, screaming out a curse at her.
Eira stumbled back and ducked, somersaulting in the sand of the cage and dodging another blow. “Stop! Aloisia, stop him!” she screamed, diving to the ground after another swing from Bor nearly took her head off.
Aloisia did nothing but smirk at her. Eira turned herself over in the sand just in time to form a blockade of ice that stopped a killing blow from Bor.
The long-dead god stumbled back, his sword stuck in the ice as Eira scrambled to her feet. Aloisia was starring at her, unable to move from shock as Eira opened the door and practically dragged Loki out of the cage and viewing room.
“Go into the grove of
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“I don’t know what you mean, Aloisia.” Eira said quietly, looking at the floor of the fighting hall. “I simply did not wish to see Loki disgraced further.”
“He deserves no less!” Aloisia nearly screamed, circling the smaller goddess, anger burning in her eyes. “You were weak and fearful!”
“I was wise enough to see that a loss of face will not further a warrior’s training!” Eira replied, her head snapping up. “We must be prepared for the coming war, those are Odin’s own words!”
“He does not care for the soul of the traitor!” Aloisia’s footsteps quickened as she encircled Eira. “That man shall suffer all the loss of face I see fit!”
Eira’s eyes were wide and her heart was pounding as she heard a sword be picked up from the ground.
“As shall you.” Aloisia said darkly and moved to stab the snow goddess, who dove to the ground in one quick motion, a
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Eira was the most humble of all the Valkeries in Valhalla, always dressing modestly and wearing only a necklace as an accent… Until recently, that is. Recently she had begun to dress just as any other Valkerie, less clothing and more jewelry. The others assumed she was just conforming to the society that had plucked her from the masses of Asgaurd, but it was not so. A new warrior had appeared recently, a God, one of the two princes, in point of fact, and she had fallen deeply in love with the god.
Eira had fallen deeply in love with the soul of Prince Loki.
“Eira.” Aloisia, the eldest ad leader if the Valkeries, snapped her into attention as the ancient soul of a Japanese swordsman and Sir Percival of the round table stood in the cage before them to spar. “You warrior may not be fighting at the moment, but I do expect you to pay attention.”
“Yes, Lady Aloisia.” Eira nodded, her winter white falling in loose strands around her face, focus