Shattering Humanity-Chapter 132: "Lævateinn, ’Hope Seiõr! Generational Love’!": Skalmönd’s Legendary Final Stand
{1,080 Years Before Leviathan’s Invasion}
In a quiet open grass field, a single lonely large tree full of green leaves blows in the gentle wind. The tree is sitting perfectly under the late setting sun.
A leaf detaches from a branch and in a brief pause of still air, and it falls to the base of the tree. A rabbit appears from behind the tree and continues scurrying on its way, hidden by the tall grass. The grey adult bunny navigates its way to an open hole in the ground.
Mr. Rabbit sniffs the air and a strong breeze makes the instincts of ’nature’s prey’ jump for safety, but with a loud *CLASH* of swords heard in the distance, a hunting hawk snatches the poor unlucky screeching rabbit, carrying it into the sky. The pitiful sounds of a peaceful creature begging for its life are useless to the hungry hawk, suddenly in control of that single rabbit’s existence.
Once high enough, the hawk gives the prey its wish and releases the wingless animal.The rabbit doesn’t understand gravity or terminal velocity, it doesn’t know why the hawk let him go, but before the rabbit hits the ground, it thinks of getting back home to its new born babies in the hole it was snatched from. The poor creature ’runs vertically’ and spins accidentally in the flailing free fall, the rabbits spine hits the ground in sync with another *CLASH* of swords.
Six ’silhouetted beings’, surrounded in a blazing blood red aura, are ganging up on a single ’being’, surrounded in an even larger blaze of golden pink aura. The clashing pauses and from 20 yards separating the two sides, the six figures stare at the independent fighter who is breathing heavily.
The light from the departing sun shines over the hands of the single fighter. In the cut up and bloody right hand, a flaming sword, recognized as Surtur. In the also battle damaged left hand, a black and gold ’t-shaped’ hilt attached to a large, heavy, all black berserker blade with a single drop of blood running down the extremely sharp blade.
As the warm fading sunlight continues to cover the brave fighter, it reveals golden hair sprawled along the ’X’ of crossed swords on their back. An empty leather sheath of the current left handed weapon for the ’/’ of the crossed weapons.The ’\’ of a sheathed blade, that has an all diamond hilt shimmering and reflecting the sunlight.
At the hips of the battle damaged single soldier, an empty golden sheath on their left hip for the equipped flaming blade.Attached to the right hip, a black and teal hilt for another large heavy looking sword, that has a glowing teal light ’leaking’ from inside the black, teal, and gold holster.All of the assailants are still hidden in an ominous silhouette, but have glowing blue eyes in contrast to their evil red aura. They are all snickering at their ’prey’ and just from the pitch in tone of each chuckle and the features of the all black figures, it’s easy to tell there are 4 women with two small girls within the group. Underneath three of the menacing attackers, drips of blood hit the grass.
One of them is apparently large and muscular with a long spiked mohawk. She checks her cut and chuckles in excitement.
Muscle Mohawk: "YES! THIS IS THE SKILL MY MOTHERS WERE LACKING, SKALMÖND! THIS FEELING! OHHHHH! I’M HAPPY YOU WERE ABLE TO HIT ME WITH SKOFNUNG, I SWEAR TO NEVER HEAL THIS WOUND EVEN AFTER I TAKE THAT SWORD!"
The sun exposes the familiar blue azule eyes and sweaty, cut face of the independent Valkyrie, Skalmönd, 20 years after her encounter with the hanging and impaled Odin under the tree of life. Her single blonde dreadlock sparkles from the sun’s rays. Between heavy breathing bleeding lips, in her clenched teeth, there is a thorny hilt of a long ’dagger’. The sharp tip of the dagger has a platinum colored physical ball of energy formed and flickering.
Skalmönd is unfazed by the excitement and the complements from one of her mysterious attackers, she takes a deep breath and talks to the long black sword in her left hand while keeping the self inflicting dagger in her mouth.
Skalmönd: "Tank you Skofnung, I know it was chough for oou to finallii accepp ah wooman, but I oope oou continuu to eelp me oold em off. At reast untii Iôunn can get ’Torrope’ and the chiddren on a boaa to ’Binnrand’."
Her wrist flicks as if the hilt is moving freely and the comforting smile of a Valkyrie, even in a fight for her life, looks down at the sword.
Skalmönd: "Thank you so much, Mr. Skofnung!"
To her surprise the sword in the woman warrior’s right hand, named Surtur by Laban DaeMon, begins floating next to the Valkyrie. With her beautiful color of aura covering her body, Skalmönd smiles again at one of the supernatural swords and talks to it while taking the dagger into her free hand. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Skalmönd: "If you insist, ’Madame Freyr’. Missus Mistilteinn has been eager to help me this whole time, and unfortunately ’Tiny Tyrfing’ is still too shy to come out."
She looks at the dagger with an energy ball at the tip and thorns causing her to puncture her palm.
The beautiful smile stays on her face.
Skalmönd: "Don’t worry Lævateinn, these aren’t injuries to a true warrior like myself, and my blood is needed for you to help me, right? So just keep charging that ’Ball of Hope’, okay?"
She kisses the blade of the dagger and puts the thorny grip back sideways in her teeth. The blade with the slowly growing platinum ball of energy on her left side while the floating flaming sword appropriately titled ’Madame Freyr’ protects her right.
She reaches to unsheathe the teal glowing sword but is quickly attacked by two opponents. Madame Fryer collides with one while Skalmönd jump dodges the attack of the second but as soon as she grabs the hilt of the sword named ’Missus Mistilteinn’, the buff spiked mohawk enemy falls from above and dropkicks Skalmönd back to the ground.
Skalmönd bounces off the ground once but recovers with a rotating back flip, protecting herself upside down with the crossed swords of Skofung and the glowing teal Mistilteinn, from the fists of two small silhouetted enemies that are the size of children, but have the strength of multiple Valkyrie women. The force from the two enemies send Skalmönd flying through the air like a golden pink meteor across the beautiful field.
She lands on her side, skipping across the dirt and grass. Finally her momentum stops the tired fighter, landing on her back, arms and legs spread out, with thorns from her dagger, piercing through her upper lip. Her beautiful blue eyes open to notice, she is under the lonely but beautiful tree. This single tree, witnessing this legendary fight.
A leaf falls perfectly on her forehead and in a moment of realization, Skalmönd’s eyes fill up with tears. However, the warrior from the dying Norse clan doesn’t start to cry, she begins laughing with a snort out her nose followed by a long and loud cackle.
Skalmönd: "HAHAHahaHaha!"
Skalmönd(thinking): *I hope you live long enough! This seed I am about to plant, Iôunn! I hope you live long enough, to see the beautiful and elegant tree, that I am about to plant into the universe!*
Skalmönd: "Lævateinn! ’Hope Seiõr: Sealed Destiny of Generational Love’!"
The platinum ball is shot into the sky, through the leaves of the tree, and out of sight of the caster.The warrior gets up and stares down her opponents with a smile.
Skalmönd: "You ’Children of Hate and Fear’ are too late, hehe. You are using Life Seiõr, to aid in your ill-willed immortality, but I’ve already birthed my immortality with all the hope of a true Valkyrie! One day, no, ’SOMEDAY’ you bitches will feel the wrath of not only me, but my children. And their children’s children! And these swords, you may take them...! But when the time comes...! They will know who has my Valkyrie blood running through their veins. Be warned...Now, are you all ready?! Cuz it’s sword time!
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The brave Norse warrior charges at her threat with her battle cry underneath the lonely, beautiful tree.
A hawk with a bloody beak looks around and then bends back down for a piece of fresh rabbit then flies away into the evening sky.
From underneath the same tree, a few hours later, during the quiet night, a fire and multiple female laughs can be heard.
From the light of the fire, Don Laban, without her face tattoos, unsheathes the flaming sword with a snicker and points it starting from the bottom to the top of a tall wooden steak.
The only thing seen is a drip of blood land in a small pool at the base and the bottom of a blood soaked golden blonde braid.
Laughing can be heard as Shelly wakes up, with Itsuka shaking her lightly awake from the floor of the girl’s bedroom.
Itsuka(loud whisper): "Hey Shelly, wake up! We have to get everyone ready for Saku and Katsu’s wake up surprise party!"
Shelly rubs her eyes and immediately forgets her dream, thinking about Katsu and his happiness.
