Chapter 60: If you want to build a shelter…

Brunhilde was sitting on the ground, as she looked on, as Pan was trying to sell his idea of turning the mountain into a refugee shelter.

She was a Viking. Such things meant nothing to her. Shelter? If those people had any pride, they'd fight!

Brenda let out a chuckle, Brunhilde looked at her.

"It's easy to not take the idea seriously, when we are safe," Arnold said next to her. "But ask yourself, dear, would you have fought if Michael and Brenda were in some village, which was running out of food?"

Brunhilde looked into the blue eyes of her baby daughter, of her twinkling little star. Her gaze found Michael next, who was snaking on a sandwich which was about as big as his head.

Her hand went to her stomach.

"I… no," she said finally.

"Then," Arnold said, as he pointed at Pan, who was having a brainstorming session with Brandon and his System, Tania. "Why don't you go help them?"

Brunhilde took Arnold by the hand, standing up.