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Thorvald’s Wyrd 113

Its blade cracked in a dozen places, the axe dropped to the floor.

“There is no weapon you possess that I cannot take or destroy.  When you lie dead, I will rise to become the new All Father and my winter will hold the nine worlds in thrall.”

The god-forged sword sprang free, its rasp lost under Icewind’s words, and Thorvald forced a step towards his foe through the congealing air.  He knew the fire of battle in his veins would not hold his warmth for long; this last battle must end quickly.  If not, it could only end badly.

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3 thoughts on “Thorvald’s Wyrd 113

  1. I like the line about the “fire of battle in his veins.” That is a nice image that I felt. I would push yourself to add more of that description at the end of the piece to really crank up the tension.

    Cool premise.

    • Thanks!

      I agree the last sentence is on the weak side. It was one of those where I played with about a dozen different possibilities and didn’t end up being happy with any of them. Still thinking about it.

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