Months went by as Alecta trained Valkyrie how to fight and taught her everything she knew. As the training went on, Valkyrie could tell that she was becoming a better warrior than ever before.

The two were currently clashing swords, a few of the clan's children watched as their chieftess and Alecta fought atop a large wooden platform a few feet above the ground. The first to fall off would be dead.

Valkyrie dodged and blocked every attack that Alecta had given her and returned it to her, but she did not react fast enough to stop Alecta from sweeping her legs and knocking her off the platform. The children laughed at their beaten and fallen chieftess until she glared at them and they became quiet.

"I don't see how you repeatedly knocking me down is teaching me anything," Valkyrie complained.

"What I am teaching you is balance, observation, and how to use your opponent's actions against them," Alecta told her, "You need to learn how to predict the moves of your opponent before they even know what they are going to do or else they will take your head."

Valkyrie stood up from the ground and jumped back onto the platform, ready to fight again. Alecta and Valkyrie continued to fight and their swords clash until Valkyrie kicks Alecta at the knee, knocking her off the platform and onto her back. Valkyrie jumps off the platform and stands over Alecta with her sword pointed at her neck.

"I believe I won," Valkyrie grinned.

Alecta continued to train Valkyrie for almost two years until Valkyrie had completed her training and was now fully prepared to fight any immortal. It was the night before Alecta was set to leave and at the insistence of Valkyrie, a feast was thrown in her honor in the great hall.

Valkyrie sat on her high seat, the seat for the leader of the clan, watching her people laugh, eat, and drink. Her family and Alecta sat at the same table as she. Seeing her people happy is the most rewarding thing that she could ever think of. As she stands up, the great hall grows quiet.

"We gather here tonight to thank Alecta of Greece for her service in training me to become an even better warrior," Valkyrie spoke, "But tonight her time with us ends and when the sun rises, she will be off on her journey to where ever the gods take her. Alecta!"

"Alecta!" The Vikings cheered before continuing with their feast.

"How are you enjoying the feast?" Valkyrie asked her teacher.

"It's quite enjoyable," She replied before taking a bite of the food, "I don't think I've ever had a feast in my honor before in my life."

"You are welcome."

Alecta takes a sip of wine before asking, "What do you plan to do now?"

"I'm not quite sure," Valkyrie replied, "I may continue leading my clan until there is no clan, or I may pass the leadership onto one of my brother or their descendants. The future seems so more uncertain now that I can live forever."

"I had the same feeling myself when I was newly immortal," Alecta sympathized, "I had completed my training and I had become unsure of what I was going to do with my life. But I wish you luck on any path that you choose."

"Thank you," She said, the two strike their glasses in a toast. The feast continued until the late hours of the night and everyone returned to their homes for rest.

When the sun had risen the next day, the Vikings gathered outside to give their goodbyes as Alecta was getting herself and her horse ready to leave.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Alecta said to Valkyrie.

"Your welcome and thank you for teaching me everything I needed to know," She returned.

Alecta climbs atop her horse and looks down at Valkyrie, "May we meet again in the future. Pegasus, forward."

The horse then trotted away from the Viking village and grew smaller in the distance until it could no longer be seen.

Valkyrie went on leading her clan for the next ten years before something changed her mind. She, her brothers, and other Viking warriors were battling Scotsmen on their land. Valkyrie cut down the Scotsmen who dared tried to fight her. Eventually, none ventured toward her for fear of their lives. She felt victory as she and her clan fought their enemies, but that feeling was short-lived when witnessed her brothers being cornered and killed by two Scotsmen.

"No!" She cried before running toward her brothers and killing anyone who stood in her way. When she reached her brothers, Valkyrie killed the Scotsmen before she broke into tears seeing her little brothers lying dead on the ground.

Suddenly, a sword pierces her from behind through her stomach. She gasps from the sudden pain and the sword was removed as Valkyrie was pushed to the ground. As she laid atop the bodies of her dead brothers, she could hear the man who had injured boosting his victory to the other Scotsmen. Valkyrie looked up and saw that his back was turned to her, she took this opportunity. Nearby Scotsmen stopped cheering and gasped as they saw Valkyrie rise up from the ground. The one who had injured her took notice of the other Scotsmen and turned only to be met with Valkyrie's sword in his stomach.

"Now do you feel like boosting?!" Valkyrie hissed at the Scotsman before removing her sword and watched as the Scotsman fell to the ground.

The battle went on before it ended with Valkyrie and her clan as the victors, but with her brothers dead, Valkyrie did not feel victorious.

The night they had all returned home, Valkyrie watched her brothers fade into the distance, and as she did, Valkyrie thought that she would never have to see her brothers being sent off to Valhalla. But when it had become a reality, Valkyrie became heavy with heartache now that her father, mother, and brothers were now gone. The next day, Valkyrie gathered everyone in the great hall for an announcement.

"My people, I have called you here today because I have made a decision that is for the future of the clan. I have contemplated this decision for a long time and, I believe, there is no better time than now for that decision to take effect," Valkyrie announced, "I have decided to step down as leader of the clan and give it to my eldest nephew."

There were a few gasps from the crowd and looks of shock.

"I know that this comes as a surprise to you, but I know with the greatest confidence that my nephew will lead you to both victory and prosperity as I have," She continued, "I will continue my stay here until after the Yuletide to prepare my nephew and then I will take my leave, but I promise to return as a guest and advisor, not as your leader."

No murmurs came from the crowd as they wished not to disrespect their leader, but Valkyrie's youngest nephew, Ivar's son, stood up with his drink held high and says, "Long live Harald the Wise and Valkyrie the Immortal!"

The rest of the clan of Vikings stood up with their drinks and chanted, "Long live Harald the Wise and Valkyrie the Immortal! Long live Harald the Wise and Valkyrie the Immortal! Long live Harald the Wise and Valkyrie the Immortal! Long live Harald the Wise and Valkyrie the Immortal!"

As the months passed, leading up to the Yuletide, Valkyrie spent her time both leading her clan and preparing her nephew for when the Yuletide is over. Her nephew, Harald, was by her side watching and learning from her as she carried out the duties as the clan's leader. Valkyrie taught her nephew that being chief was courageous, ambitious, kind, loyal, willing to sacrifice their own life for the clan, and to treasure life itself.

It was now the last night of the Yuletide, the Great Hall was filled with the laughter of every Vikings as they eat food from the enormous feast and told stories. It both warms and breaks her heart as she remembers the memories she had with her brothers and parents of past yuletides.

While others were enjoying the feast, Valkyrie sat silently as she watched her people. She knew that stepping down and letting her nephew take charge was the best decision because she remembered her father saying that with each new chief the clan grows with their wisdom. Valkyrie knew that her time as chieftess had come to an end and that it was now her nephew's time to lead their clan.

The voices of the Vikings grew quiet until there was silence as they saw Valkyrie stand up from her seat. She looked at them all with a smile on her face.

"My clan, I am proud to tell you that my nephew, Harlad, will lead you to greatness just as I did and as the chiefs before me. I promise to return from my travels of this world and visit my clan. I wish you all the happiest of times and a great future for our clan," Valkyrie spoke, but as she was about to sit down her nephew Harlad stood up.

"Aunt Valkyrie, I want you to know that me, Ivar, and the whole clan promise to tell our children and our children's children of you. So, one day they will be inspired by your greatness and live life just as you have taught us. You will be a legend," Harlad announced, "Long live Valkyrie the Immortal!"

The whole clan stood up from their seats and chanted, "Long live Valkyrie the Immortal! Long live Valkyrie the Immortal! Long live Valkyrie the Immortal! Long live Valkyrie the Immortal! Long live Valkyrie the Immortal!"

It was almost noon the next day when Valkyrie was getting ready to leave. She gathered the things that she would need and placed them into the saddlebags on her horse. Valkyrie said her goodbyes to her clan before mounting her horse and looking down at her family and friends.

"May the gods look over and guide us on the battlefield and at home," She said, "May we meet again. Göndul, hyah!" Valkyrie flicks the horse's reins and they moved in a canter.

Valkyrie looked behind her and saw her home growing smaller in the distance before turning her attention in front of her. For the first time in her life Valkyrie had begun to feel afraid, but she knew that with this new life she had to be courageous as her father had taught her and not let anyone stop her.