Author's note: I own nothing of the Ragnarok universe. I wanted to do Sara Irine because most of the other ones are about Loki and Fenris hooking up, and because there's so much about Sara that you can guess on. Please be nice to me. This is my first story. I hope you like it.


Prologue:

"Find her! Find her! Where'd she go?" Angry voices shouted all around the little girl. She clutched the two swords to her chest and heaved silently. Mommy, why did you have to go? Why did they kill you? Mommy!

"Where is she? How can one little girl escape us? Find her!" There was thrashing around in the bushes, and the girl shrunk back, biting back a whimper by biting her own lip clear through. She tasted the salty blood, and it caused her to panic even more. She turned from the voices and began to run. Only a few yards away though, one of the men noticed her and called out. Mommy, oh no. Help me! She ran faster, but even so felt a hand on her should in a few minutes. In desperation and fear, she whipped around with the larger of the swords to fend off her attacker. To her surprise… the man looked at her- astonished- grunted, and then fell over dead. She looked at him, shocked herself for one moment, and then her eyes grew hard. Good. They killed my Mommy, and they were going to kill me. Then she looked at the sword. It was bloody, so bloody. She never knew that a person could bleed so much from one little stab.

She turned around to run again, and ran into her father–

"Oh, no! No, no, no!"

The girl leapt backwards away from her father, and watched as his face took on a hurt look. Huh? She looked up into her father's face again and saw him smile at her confused look. Maybe she did have it wrong. Her Daddy would never hurt her… would he? She took a step back in his direction and felt the heat of a spell pass by her.

"Daddy? What are you doing? Why are you trying to hurt me? Where's Mommy?" She gasped and jumped quickly to the side as another streak of magic hurtled past her.

"Don't be afraid, Sara. It doesn't hurt for very long. Just hold still." Her father's voice held her hypnotized as she looked at him. As if she were in a dream state, she watched her father form the words for the spell with his mouth and write the corresponding symbols in the air.

"Sara. I won't let them kill you." A voice seemed to come to the girl out of nowhere. Her father didn't seem to hear it, but it was effective in breaking whatever hold the man still held upon his daughter. She shook her head and cleared it quickly before eying the situation in front of her.

"Sara… You're a bright girl. I taught you well."

"Mama?" Sara whispered. Could it truly be her mother speaking to her from just beyond the living realms?

"Yes, dearest. Now listen. Take the spell from your father and make it your own. I want you to attack him with his own spell and then run, dearest. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mama. But why? And where am I going? I have nowhere to go and no one to turn to. The elders will come after me." Sara's heart gave a fearful lurch. The elders were impossibly old… and ugly. And for some reason they did not like her. She had tried to avoid them.

"I will take you to the Goddess Freya. She is in need of someone with your talents, and she will be glad to raise you. Be a good girl for her, Sara." Sara nodded, tears streaming down her face silently at her mother's words. The Goddess Freya. Will she help me avenge you, Mama?

"Now Sara! Now! Take the spell for your own now!:" Sara's eyes widened as she looked back to her father. He had just finished the spell, but had yet to release it on her. Sara concentrated, holding onto the bloody sword for focus, and with a scream, sent the spell back at her father. She watched as her father's own eyes widened in shock at the sight of his own spell being directed back at him, and he hastily threw up a shield.

"Odin's Shield!"

"NO!" Sara shrieked, and pushed harder with her will. The spell shattered the shield, and her father flew backwards, hitting a tree before falling to the ground. He rose up slightly on his hands, and Sara could see a scar forming in a cross on his right eye from where the magic had struck him. It didn't kill him! No, no, no! It was supposed to kill the murderer. Daddy tried to kill me! Why didn't it kill him?

"Why won't you die? You killed Mommy!" she sobbed.

"Now, Sara… run. Run to the west; towards Freya, and freedom, and power to avenge yourself... and me. I will stay with you until you are ready.:" Sara's eyes hardened instantly at her mother's words. Yes, she would seek out this Freya. She turned to run, and then remembered her father.

"I'll be back, Daddy… just to get you! You won't get away with killing my mother; you or the elders. The whole city of Fayon will burn for my mother!" And if Freya does not help me achieve my revenge, I will bury her with the rubble of this city. Death will come to those who cross the name of Sara Irine. Death and despair will come, and people will tremble before my name. Here I come Freya… ready or not!