Valkyrie Black

Dear Reader, This tale is told from the POV of Valkyrie Black. Many concepts are mentioned that maybe new concepts to you, might seem vague, or unique to her world. You will discover them as she discovers them. Please know that it is my intention to explore the world in detail but only as Valkyrie learns about it. Strap in, it's a wild ride. This is set in a fantasy world not too different from our own. Think 1900's and steampunk. Swords are still common place, daggers are a primary for most criminals, but pistols and other weapons are starting to become available. Horse and carriage is the standard mode of transport but here at the turn of the century, new travel such as cars and airships and novel concepts are becoming available but may not be exactly common place just yet. I promise you this, while there is some needed set up, once chapter 25 comes, and she sets off on her adventure, it is action-packed and edge of your seat the whole way through. Deadly adventure await you, shou

Valkyrie awoke with the early morning light streaming between two buildings. The salt air tickled her nose but the smell of rotting fish made her nearly gag. A hint of metallic tang filled the air around her and she looked down to find her hands still covered in red and the hem of her dress was also stained red. She lifted her tiny head and looked up at her mom. Celeana’s face was pale, and she looked to be deep asleep with her eyes closed. Small dried channels of red were caked onto her lips and nose. Val shook her mom and called to her, but there was no response. “Mama!!!” Runes scrolled across her vision and she did her best to puzzle out the meaning. Slowly the runes shifted from odd squiggles to something she recognized from the books her mom read her. “In suf fic ient Pow er” she sounded out slowly. Val had no idea what that was supposed to mean or why she was seeing it. Her stomach grumbled then and she looked down to see her mother’s blade still in her hand. Blue glow outli

Valkyrie slipped down the street in search of a merchant selling lemons. She passed several spice shops, a textile selling thick carpets, and even several bakeries with fresh bread on display. As she neared the docks, the smell of fish began to overpower the other smells. Long stalls were set up and strong men tossed huge fish down the lines of iced containers, hollered prices, and haggled with men in aprons. Across the street, Val found her target. There were several stands set up with various fruits and vegetables. One had a heaping stack of bright yellow lemons. She strode up to the man and bluntly asked, “How much for fifteen lemons?” The thin man was meticulously stacking his wares and made sure every lemon had its place. He had short brown hair that brushed to the side, and wore a perfectly clean white apron around his neck. When he heard her voice he looked around without noticing her. “Down here!” Val said, tugging on his apron. “Hu? Oh, my dear. Did you ask for fifteen?

(Several months later) Val ran across the rooftops of dockside, watching the crowds below for likely targets. Today there was a good crowd to pickpocket from because a street performance group was passing through. It wasn’t often that the troupes performed here but when they did, they drew huge crowds. Today they were set up along the intersection of the two major roads through this part of town. It was really the only space large enough for their carts to park and still allow for the carriages to pass by without trampling anyone. Val stopped above their carts and was about to climb down and try her luck in the audience when an old man dressed in gray robes stepped out onto their makeshift stage. He had a flowing white beard that gave him the bearing of a wise sage. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Today I have a special treat for you. I am Story Master Alaster Montag, and I bring you the tale of the Valkyrie from far-off lands.” The crowd grew still and silent with anticipation. Val froze,

Val wondered if she dared to use the tiny palm-sized blade now and test its ability. She gripped the hilt and was heartened to see the small tendril snake out of her wrist, causing the runes to glow in her sight. Just then the warrior let out a scream as the Shadow raked claws along his side opening deep red gashes in his black armor. Val had never seen a Lurker cause physical damage! She hesitated for only a second before she took aim and launched her dagger at the largest Lurker, or Thrasher as the runes had indicated, but her throw lacked the power needed to connect solidly. Instead, it passed hilt first through the Shadow’s left side. It still lifted its head to the sky in a silent cry of agony, which the dark warrior took advantage of, slicing his blade through the Shadow’s throat.The other two Lurkers retreated quickly. Val wanted to go down and retrieve her blade, but was afraid of this dark warrior. However, to her horror, the warrior reached