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Raisa tried to support her with her legs. Her wrist was hurting after long hours in chains. She knew what rough iron makes to the skin in prisoner's wrists. The mouth was dry, and the world was blurred in her eyes. She was not sure if she was awake or asleep. She was sure someone had entered the camp. Figures were moving, and there were voices. It was still raining. She was shivering, although the rain was warm. She was happy that rain washed filth away. Everything in her body was hurting.

Suddenly figure approaches. It is a woman with sun-baked skin and very dark eyes. She is staring at her eyes open. Raisa is not sure if this figure has come here to take her to the gods. At least she is brown and doesn't look like the figure that serves in the halls of Hel. The figure is well-armed with two axes and a spear. Instead of a shiny helmet, she is wearing a funny hat and leather armor.

“Fucking strange, Valkyrie,” Raisa whispers and slides into the darkness.