The Fallen Valkyrie

Take it down.

The town had changed its wind and then it had started to blend into colors. Colors of joy and happiness, for a moment everything went alright. For now, at least.

The celestial drama jam had ceased and Jeremy got to know himself, and he had finally found his adventure. He explored more than the Villa of Blarsons and also all the domains. The underworld , the Valhalla the Asgard. He had seen everything from the books in colors. Outside the texts and black and white rough drawings of the ancestors. Everything was different than he was told it would be. The gods the goddesses and the valkyrie.

All the folklores and legends knew him more like he knew them. He flet privilaged to having met Bianca. Although it was not particularly her, but Amaela. Amaela showed him everything and his past with her was beautiful but that was all it. A past.

Nothing mattered to the presented, in fact Amaela has been in a loop of misery finally ot was time for her to learn who she is? and what she is capable of doing? Her identity was no more of a rebel, she was a new spirit redeemed by her mother.