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How was Sylvie going to fight? One small girl fighting against a massive army seemed impossible to her. She recalled her mother once telling her “When used correctly, magic can be both the most powerful weapon, and the strongest shield.” She didn’t know how to use magic, Frigga always said she would teach her when she was older, but she could never teach her now.
She knew they had many spellbooks in the castle’s library on Asgard, books she could study and learn from as her mother did.
“The only way I can get those books,”
she thought
“is to go back to Asgard, and the only way to go back to Asgard is during an apocalypse.”
Ragnarok.
The thought of going back to Asgard made her strangely excited. She knew she should be upset, Ragnarok, of course, was the destruction of Asgard, but as much as it would hurt her to see her home destroyed, she was happy to go back. It’s been days since she’d been there and truly, she just missed it.
She grabbed a bag and planned to fit as many books on magic and fighting as she could. She opened the portal and entered Asgard.
There was much less destruction happening than she thought there would be. Fighting, yes, panic, of course, but as much crumbling or burning as she would expect.
She navigated her way to the library and looked out the massive window to see what was really going on. It seemed the Bifrost was where all that fighting she heard was taking place.
After filling her backpack with all the books she could, she decided to take some time in Asgard, as she didn’t know when she’d be able to return. She took a few moments to note the interesting figures in the fight.
She didn’t recognize the woman with the interesting antlers that seemed to be inciting Ragnarok, so Sylvie assumed she’d just never read those legends.
She noticed some assorted large monsters who seemed to be rather helpful in the fight. One was green, and one seemed to be made of rocks.
She saw the man who she assumed to be her brother grew up, and a smile crept onto her face knowing that he became such a hero.
The feeling didn’t last though, as she saw a man who she knew was, supposedly, what she was meant to be. She saw Loki. She cringed at the sight of him, it felt wrong seeing what she would have been.
She was nearly about to leave when she saw a glimpse of a woman. A strong woman, fighting the army with a beautiful mix of ferocity and grace. She shined like a star in her white and gold battle armor.
Battle armor.
Brunhilde.
“No, It couldn’t be.” She thought “Didn’t all the valkyries die?”
She looked once again at the woman fighting with such ease on the Bifrost. She didn’t look like the kind of woman who could die.
Sylvie vowed to herself that she would return, if not for books or weapons or armor, just to see her fight again.