Thorvald’s Wyrd 022
“You were stronger than you believe, my son, and with the battle songs in your heart, you grow stronger still, though I cannot foresee if you have strength enough to save the nine worlds and all who dwell in them.”
Thorvald grinned, his dread all but forgotten. The All Father’s magic churned within him, igniting a fire in his belly. The flames drove memory, the heat of battle and the blazing joy of victory now fresh in his mind. Victory. Nothing else mattered.
Fingers curled around the holy spear, he slammed Gungnir’s fist to his chest. “What must I do?”