Freyja

The air crackled with tension, a storm brewing on the horizon as the sun dipped behind the jagged peaks of the Frostfire Mountains. My heart pounded in rhythm with the distant roar of battle, each beat a reminder of what I fought for. The ground beneath my feet was soaked with the blood of both kin and foe, a poignant testament to the chaos that had erupted between the Thunder's Roar and the Frostfang Clan. I tightened my grip on Thunder's Embrace, the familiar weight of the axe grounding me as I stood among my warriors, my brothers, and sisters in arms. The scent of sweat, blood, and the sharp tang of iron filled the air. I scanned the battlefield, my keen blue eyes seeking out the enemy. The Frostfangs were relentless, their war cries ringing out like a twisted melody, each note vibrating through my bones. Yet, there was one voice that stood out amidst the cacophony, a voice that made my pulse quicken in an entirely different way a forbidden love.