Small Realities

Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 107

Gungnir’s point dragged behind him, slowing Thorvald farther when the slope began to level.  Better to chart his own course and face whatever might await him than let the ice steer him into the foe’s grasp.

When at last he stopped, he pulled himself carefully to his feet and, with a whisper of thanks to the All Father, touched the cold blade to his forehead.  Straightening, he faced the long passage.

Warm yellow light pulsed through the ice around Thorvald, welcoming him to the final battle of his journey.  With a deep breath, he steeled his heart and strode forward.


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