Ashlynn's body lies still in the blood covered snow, a dagger in her side, her concious fading. She is ready to meet her god, and be brought into Valhalla. A warmth suddenly envelopes her, and her wounds are healed. She hear a gruff voice in her mind. "You have proven your worth my child, and the kingdome of glory is not yet ready for you." Her eyes open and the fire of battle reignites. She stands tall, roaring with rage, and eady for vengeance Prepare to die you cowards!!
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