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Gwendolyn is a Valkyrie princess, and fights for her father. One day on the battlefield, she sees her sister laying wounded. Running to her, she tried to treat her wounds, but instead she dies in her arms. She hears of a rumor among all the death that the one that dealt the killing blow to her sister was the Shadow Warrior, a man renowned for serving the goddess of the underworld, Odette and for being a animal on the battlefield.

That day, she runs past the chaos of battle to find him and get revenge, but knows she cannot kill him. With her sister's spear at her side, she dares the shadow warrior to face her, only to have him protect her from one of his men. What is this? Why did he protect her..?

Now, she tries to find him, wanting to know why he saved her, but the shadow warrior knows that their is no hope for a relationship between the two of them, not when her father is the leader of the opposing side. What will happen as these two continue to meet on opposing sides of the battlefeild?

As this continues on, and arranged marriage comes up for Gwendolyn and the goddess of the underworld begins to realize the shadow warrior's feelings. What will they do?

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Gwendolyn was running through the battlefield. Whenever a blade or axe came close to her, she would feint to a side and then strike with one of her twin swords before twirling and then running again. News was spreading on the battlefield, and one of the goblins had let loose a rumor that the shadow knight had even joined the fray. Also, it was also speculated that even her sister's troops had been decimated by the enemy, and there was no hope left for them.

She had broken rank, trying to find her sister anywhere. Since her father hardly paid her any mind, she was the only person that Gwen had left. If she died... She couldn't even bear to thank of it. Small sparkles glowed throughout the torn wasteland and dead bodies were everywhere, some torn limb from limb as if the winner had enjoyed ripping them to shreds. It was hard for her mind to make sense of the gruesome images and the blood coating the parched land.

Finally, she came to a collapsing church. Half of its walls had already crumbled, only leaving a few stone pillars here and there and small patches of grass where stone floors had once been before it had been swallowed by the land and eroded by the wind. Laying on the dry ground, blood seeping from a fatal wound, was her sister. Gwendolyn fell to her knees beside her sister, small tears already falling from her bright blue eyes as she tentatively reached out to the wound.

"Sister.... " she said softly, not exactly knowing what to say. A choked cough startled her, and her faze instantly found her sister's face. "Gwendolyn...." Her sister's soft voice reached her, and even more tears spilled from her eyes. "Don't talk. Save your energy. I will heal you, Griselda..." Raising her hand to perform a healing spell, she stopped. Crimson stained her hands from her sister's injuries, and all hope drained from her. "Don't even waste your time sister. It is too large and deep a wound. It is useless..." Anger swept through Gwendolyn at her own helplessness. She could not even save her own sister! "Who did this to you?!" she demanded, revenge in her mind.

"The Shadow Knight... But we have no time. I have no time. Father... Take my spear, Gwendolyn. Show it to father, and let him know that I have fallen. Let him know that I have done my duty in battle." ""Sister..." Taking the spear that laid beside her sister's battered body, she bit her lip. A small sob left her, wracking her frail body with the force of it. Griselda let loose one final choking cough before Gwendolyn watched the life drain from her sister's eyes.

More sobs came from the saddened Gwen. After what seemed like hours, but was only mere minutes, she stood. Anger and vengeance clouded her mind as she looked down at the sleek spear. "I will avenge you sister. And then join you in the Great Beyond." Turning, she strode away with a new sense of purpose.

She was charging through the battlefield, dodging as she encountered tiny skirmishes among the soldiers every few feet. Gwendolyn had her target in site when suddenly she noticed the warrior in front of her bringing down an axe that would have taken her head clean off. Without thinking, she went low and tried to get out of the axes range before it came all the way down. Sadly, she was too slow. Sudden starbursts of pain and anguish clouded her mind as she handle came down on her shoulder, knocking her to the ground. Pain throbbed from her shoulder to the rest of her body as she looked up at her attacker. Then it dawned on her that her spear was no longer in her hand. Panic screamed in her mind as she looked around frantically only to see it a couple feet away from her right hand. Looking up, she saw the soldier swing the axe at an arc, aiming for her small neck once more. Squeezing shut her eyes, she sent up a little prayer, regretting that she couldn't get revenge for her sister.

Just as it was about to come down a sudden gleam of silver caught her attention before the axe was knocked away and the soldier lay dead at her feet. Confused, she soon saw the culprit: the shadow knight that had defeated her sister. Gwen looked at her spear once more, wishing she had a chance to grab it. At his discriminatory tone, a blush lighted her cheeks as she glared at him before standing. "I won't leave before I take you down with me!" she declared before doing a lithe roll towards her spear. As she came up, she quickly balanced herself, her sister's spear in her hand and revenge lighting her eyes as she twirled her spear before darting forward, the head of her spear aimed for his heart.

Gwendolyn glared at him as he once more brought the shapened point of his sword against her throat. Her eyes showed just how much hate and malice she felt towards him at that moment as she stared up at him. When he dropped her to the ground, she made a soft pain filled noise from where it jarred her body. However, she quickly wiped the pain from her face as she stood up once again and watched as he walked away. Anger filled her. Right as she was about to charge him once again and small figure appeared in front of her. His eyes were large in his face and he was only as tall as half a man, only coming up to her waist. "Princess!" the goblin called out. "You must take charge!" "I have more important things to take care of." she told him coldly. He watched her before replying, "But what use are troops that have lost their leader? The Fairy Queen is coming Princess. We cannot fight this war from being attacked on both sides. We must retreat." Gwendolyn felt anger. Robbed of her sister, her enemies death, her own swift end. In the end, she had to ignore her own feelings just like always. With one last glance at the shadow knight, she looked back at the Goblin and nodded. It was time to do her duty as a Princess. "Go back to the front lines. Tell everyone to retreat. We will reconvene on a new strategy." Running the opposite way, she went towards the cauldron. If all was lost, she at least needed to take that back for her kingdom. It was the only way to make psypher weapons like her own spear.

Gwendolyn had been taking care of the few soldiers she had seen on her way and trying to make sure that everyone retreated. Some she saw were so driven by blood lust that they seemed to not even see her when she approached them. Those, she let continue. Odin's army did not need people who could not stay level-headed. If they died, so be it.
As she finally came upon the cauldron, she gasped softly. It was glowing brightly, casting a red light on the sky. As she approached, she realized just how large it was. It was at least twice her height and round. Walking towards it, she was about to touch it before she heard a voice. "This Cauldron is not for the likes of you." Looking up, she saw someone sitting on the top of it, lounging back and looking very pleased with herself.
She had blond hair down to her waist and was wearing a deep red cloak with a black skirt and a red top. It was something she had thought she had seen before. "You.. Who are you?!" she demanded. "I am the witch of the woods as your people call me. But I just want to make one thing clear. This Cauldron is not for the likes of you, nor the Fairies. I will be taking this." She held up a ring which a glowing red gym the same shade as the cauldron. Gwendolyn stared at her, not quite realizing what she was getting at.
"I don't know what you are talking about, but this Cauldron will belong to Odin." The girl let out a harsh laugh before standing. She had a psypher weapon herself, a chain with two glowing gems on each end. "I will be leaving, you who know nothing." Staring at her, she watched her leave, still so confused. That was until after she was gone, the light in the cauldron started to fade. Fear seized her and she backed away, her eyes full of denile. "No... "

Gwendolyn cursed when she heard the familiar loud steps of her father. Hurriedly dropping to one knee, she bowed her head until he was in front of her. In her head, she searched for the correct words to say: about Griselda, her sister and about the Cauldron. However, nothing came to mind except for one thing: she had failed him. And she had nothing to show him for her efforts..

"My Lord, Odin... Griselda, our great leader.. and your daughter.. has fallen in battle. And the ring Titrel, which controls the cauldron has been taken. I have failed you, father."
"That you have. Who has taken the ring, Gwendolyn. We must get it back. The future of the kingdom rests on this."
"The witch of the woods has taken it, my Lord."
"Well then, you of course must get it back. That is your duty for now. In the morning, you leave to take it back. And you shall not fail me this time, or you will be punished."

Gwendolyn continued to kneel in shock. He hadn't said a thing about Griselda. Nothing about how saddened or in pain he was that his eldest daughter had died...
Standing, she knew she shouldn't say anything but she could not stop the fire in her heart from erupting. Anger clouded her eyes as she stared up at the large man that had his back to her.
"What about your daughter! She died for you! Have you nothing to say about the daughter that loved you so?!" she asked, outrage ringing clear in her heated voice.
Odin turned to her, anger twisting his features. "You have no right to say anything to me, Valkyrie. Return to your duties. You may take your leave!"

Flinching, Gwendolyn turned and ran away, tears streaking down her face. Nothing. She had seen no remorse in her father's eyes. He was as bad as the army of dead they had been fighting.