Authors Note: Well, this is my first story I have written in a long time, so I would be thankful for any advice and comments. Since this story is only loosely based Norse Mythology, I thought it would be better to put this story in the fantasy section, so please don't say I put this in the wrong section. Please read and review. I don't mind if you think this is terrible, just tell me! Anyway, here is my story!

A cool, soothing wind blew across the small hill that overlooked the mortal world of Midgard, sending small waves of deep, green grass rolling towards a strange girl. A small, peaceful smile graced her lips, as the girl stood watching over Midgard, her long, chestnut hair blowing elegantly behind her. The girl was clad in heavy ornate, silver armor with a matching helmet adorned with golden, brown feathers. This girl was no ordinary girl, for she was Lady Mist, valkyrie to Odin, King of the gods. She was Odin’s most faithful and important servant. It was her job to gather the souls of worthy, fallen warriors, so that they could participate in the war of all wars, the final cataclysmic battle of the Gods, Ragnarok.

Mist had come to love the whimsical humans that she watched so carefully. The way they laughed when they were happy and the way they cried when they were sad were fascinating to her. Humans were so different from the rather emotionless gods. Mist would have done anything in her power to make the humans even happier, but she could never find a way to end their suffering. Humans always seemed to be taking part in pointless wars, killing senselessly, and committing terrible sins, all of which sent Odin into a rage.

“Valkyrie,” boomed a voice that made the very wind stop in its tracks. “Return at once!”

Upon those words from her king, Mist quickly shot into the air. Suddenly, she was engulfed in a flurry of white downy feathers. Mist emerged from the storm of feathers with two small wings jutting out of her back, just big enough to allow her to fly . She rose higher and higher into the sky until she saw Asgard, the floating city of the gods. Mist landed gracefully outside the city’s golden gates and then ran along the narrow, pebbled street to Odin’s oversized palace.