The Valkyrie stared at the flock of her golden sisters, flapping their beautiful, but dull, wings towards Snowsaint, and the mobile city made by human hands. She smiled gladly for the chance to reunite with her brethren and for the chance to make them see the light.
True light beyond the shackles around their necks and wrists. Ouro took flight, going above the mobile city, her black wings breaking free off her back, feathers as dark as the night falling down, and the black tarnished flames of her heart shone like a calamitous beacon.
Time had come, the family reunion, the day she would free her sisters, and make them live as they should always live, free of restrictions, and the directives implanted into their very existence by Odin.
