The mist swirled around her leaving gaps as nature often does around beings of her rank. The light wove its way towards and through the gaps and rested on her, lighting up her armor and shield, along with the tip of her spear, surrounding her in many different colors of light.
Her eyes calmly scanned the field around her, her eyes resting on each bloodstained body for a moment, but never longer than that. She could remember every moment of the battle with clarity. “A cowards brawl” is what her and her sisters had called this battle. It seemed everyone had cared more about the glory of war than they did about life. And not a single soul had found the glory they were looking for, only the death they had so feared. But what did you expect of such a skirmish? It had been a chaotic battle; none of the soldiers had been trained in the least. All they knew about war was you fought to the death, no matter what.
The woman remembered similar wars of the past; she had seen every war ever waged during human history, and at least two before that. She had seen the best, the bravest, and the most battle hardened warriors the world had ever seen. There wasn’t a blow, block or death on a battlefield that she didn’t remember or didn’t see. For that was her purpose in existence. The gods will for her. She was too stand on the sidelines and watch patiently as millions of men died. She would know their thoughts, their pains, and eventually their deaths. And then she would choose the ones she thought most worthy and bring them to Odins Hall, Valhalla. So goes the life of a Valkyrie.
“Hmm, now that’s interesting.” A voice came to the left of the Valkyrie.
“You think everything is interesting.” She responded coolly as she watched Freyja appear in the mist, distorting the elements around her.
Freyja smiled. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, don’t try to hide it.”
She gazed across the field to a bloody body that seemed no different than any of the others. “I think he’s yours, Freyja.”
“No, I believe he’s Odins, Aldrnari. Even though I would love to have him in my hall…”
A wind picked up Aldrnari’s blonde hair telling her to hurry up and choose. “Then I will take him.” She mounted her horse and dug her heels into its side telling him to move forward, and then again, to tell him to be hasty about it. They lunged forward as souls began to rise out of some half of the bodies on the battlefield and follow behind her as her horse jumped up into the air and didn’t come back down.