Freya's departure

There was determination in Vlad's eyes as he contemplated the path before him—a path promising immense strength and boundless opportunities. Of course, it also almost certainly promised a horrible death at the claws of some alien monster, but dangers and rewards so often come hand in hand that he was prepared to face the risk.

For a moment, his mind raced with the possible perils of this journey. Then, he glanced at Freya's hand entwined with his, and all those troubling thoughts faded away. A gentle smile arose on his face.

"How long until you have to return?" Vlad asked quietly.

Freya glanced back at him, her smile radiant, making her beautiful face glow like the rising sun. "In a month, all Vikings must gather in one place and be ready for our summoning."