“Why... why are you here?” He managed to choke out.

A bony hand merely pointed back at him, the face unseen and silent.

“Me? But... but I’m not ready!” The hooded figure merely nodded, his grip tightening on his weapon. Sam looked at him in horror. It had finally caught up with him, his life. Now he was going out in a blaze of unglory, and he realised just how little he had truly tried in life. ...

They say the gods are watching over us in Valhalla. I don’t know if I believe it or not. I keep staring at the sky, waiting for some sign in the storm. Plenty of thunder, but no lightning. This storm has been going for a while now, and I’ve stayed cocooned in my little hut watching through the window. The candle had to be moved from the open space as the rain threatened to stop its light. Another ...