Valka woke up to her bedroom doors being open and since the stoik was away on raids it was just her and her son in the house. she reach next to her bed when a little voice spoke up

"mama I couldn't sleep can you tell me the story of the night fury again" the Vikingess relaxed in motion for her some to come over. she heard the soft patter of her sons metal leg and his sock covered foot as he scrambled onto the bed to her. she wrapped it all around the tiny child and took the book from him,

"it all started when death noticed how beautiful lightning was..."