Author's note: I still own none of the Ragnarok series other than the books that I've picked up at Barnes & Noble. I hope everybody liked my first chapter, and here goes my next one. Please review and make suggestions. I'll try to get some of the ideas in the actual story if I can. Sorry that the first chapter was so short. I'll try to rectify that as I go along. Hehe… here we go!

Chapter 2: Interference begins

Sara's runes carried her towards Jotunheim. She leaned back and tried to enjoy the breeze and the journey, but to no avail. She just couldn't relax for some reason. Why am I so itchy? I just had a battle only a few months ago. Maybe Vættfang Child is a good nickname for me. For so long she had not understood why they had called her that, but now she was beginning to realize why. And she appreciated it. You might even say that Sara liked the nickname, but just like her nickname, she longed for battles. Ugh. I need to kill something to get out of this rut. But there wasn't anything to kill that Freya wouldn't disapprove of later.

"Dammit!" she swore out loud. There wasn't anything that could help her bad mood today. And it wouldn't do any good to kill a frost giant right away because she needed them for this assignment that Freya had given her.

"Double damn!" Her hands began to tremble with frustration. Mama, I miss you.

Unbeknownst to Sara, the Valkyrie Deliyyja was watching her through the clouds.

"Foolish little girl. You are heading towards a futile mission. Better to let Fenris find Sentinel Breeze and Balder, and then kill him. Or you can deliver Balder bound hand and foot for Freya to torture at her leisure. But never mind that." She stood in her castle and chuckled at the image in the cloudsof Sara Irine clenching her hands as small flames danced around them. The poor dear has no idea of the lack of importance she holds with her mistress. Really, she doesn't. We Valkyries are expendable to Freya. Deliyyja turned to the individual next to her, a man by the name of Century.

"I think we are about to have visitors, Century. Would you please have rooms for Mistress Sara readied. You can expect her in roughly six hours. After she arrives, bring her directly to her rooms, but not to me. I want her to wait a little while and stew. That is all." She turned away from her servant.

"Yes, Mistress." Century left his mistress to her thoughts and went about his business making all of the arrangements for Sara's arrival. Sara would have a suite of rooms near his mistress' with all of the amenities of a 'visiting' Valkyrie.

Shortly thereafter in Jotunheim:

Sara flew through the air on the shoulders of the frost giant, following the talisman ahead of her. The talisman was leading her towards Fenris Fenrir, having been sent out immediately after Sara and Freya's conversation to track down the reincarnated Wolf Goddess. Below her, Jotunheim was flowing past as they traveled. Part of Sara's mind was on the task ahead while another part was on her dream from the night before. It was so vivid, like it was happening all over again. Murderers! They'll not get away with it! The whole city will pay, because the whole city betrayed my mother and me. She silently snarled at the memory. The frost giant below her tensed, as did the others around them, hoping that her fury didn't mean that it had done something wrong. Being who she was, Sara was prone to killing minions who didn't do what they were told fast enough or well enough. But luck was with this frost giant as its mistress's anger was not directed at it.

Suddenly, a bolt of– something traveled past her ear. Sara's teeth showed fiercely in a snarl. Deliyyja! I should have known she'd be around here!

"Faster! We don't want to stop here! We must reach Asgard as soon as possible!" But no sooner had the words come out of her mouth than the frost giant below her faltered mid-air.

"Ugh!" the frost giant exclaimed, before falling through the air towards the ground. Sara jumped off the giant's shoulder an instant before it smashed into a pulp on the landscape of Jotunheim. The other frost giants scattered as soon as she left the body of the one giant. Deliyyja! Where are you? I know you can here this thought! Show yourself! Sara's hair flew around her wildly as her anger at the other Valkyrie grew.

"Don't be so angry, Vættfang. I'm right here." Deliyyja's figure appeared before Sara. To the normal eye, it seemed as though she had appeared out of thin air, but to those who knew of magical things, it was evident that this was only a sending (a magical hologram of sorts). Sara glanced disgustedly at it. Typical. Trust Deliyyja not to do her own dirty work.

"You should not have done that, Deliyyja. Freya will not be happy with you interfering with me." She fingered the sword at her side, but then put her hand down. No, I promised myself that Father would be the next I killed with you, Haeryongdo. I will not break that vow.

"I'm happy to see you too, Sara. It's been too long." There was a short laugh. "Why don't you come by and visit me. Century should be there soon to get you. Do be nice to him, and not live up to your nickname for a change. I'll see you in a little while then." With that, the sending disappeared, and in its place was the servant, Century, that Deliyyja had been talking about. He looked at Sara Irine for a moment, before bowing low and motioning her to follow him. Sara waited a moment, and was pleased to see a flash of annoyance in Century's eyes before it was quickly masked. Good. He was not expecting someone quite so willful, I suppose. I do think it's prudent to go, though. Deliyyja is powerful, as Freya has even admitted, and I am not sure that I can defeat her yet.

"Yes… Let us not keep Deliyyja waiting." Sara said sarcastically to Century as she moved to follow him."Lead the way, good sir, as I am unfamiliar with this area." She gave Century a light shove in the direction of Deliyyja's castle, and then began walking. A sparkle of power followed them as Century followed Sara, ever two steps behind. Sara sensed it, but said nothing to the servant. She had a feeling that he either had no idea it was there, or that he wouldn't acknowledge its presence. Either way, it was doing no harm, and she was not yet sure whether it was from Deliyyja or not. Until then, the sparkle could stay.

"Century– how long have you served Deliyyja?" The servant stopped in his tracks, surprised by the question as they had been walking for roughly fifteen minutes with no conversation between the two of them.

"I am not sure. It must be almost nine years or more. Why does Mistress Sara ask?" Century was puzzled by the question. He had heard the rumors of Mistress Sara, but many were confusing, and incomplete at that. Many were rumors of her origin, while others were rumors of the horrors that she performed on the battlefield.

"Mistress Sara?"

"Never mind, Century. How long until we reach the castle?"

"Very soon now, Mistress. There has been a suite of rooms prepared for you. Deliyyja wants you to visit for a while. She hasn't seen you since you first became a Valkyrie. Come, please." Century continued on, weaving his way down the path through the forest. Sara watched his back as she followed him, cataloguing his weak points. Damn, but he doesn't have many; hardly any, in fact. Deliyyja really made sure that he was protected before she sent him to get me. She was right in this, because Century's protections against Sara screamed of Deliyyja in Sara's sight. Very strong protections that would guard him against all but her most powerful magics. And Sara didn't want to use those magics, because it wasn't worth it for one servant, and she needed to conserve her strength for the task ahead. Intimidation though...

Century nervously fingered the amulets that Deliyyja had given him before he left. He knew that it would protect him from Sara, but he was still nervous. Vættfang was unpredictable… or so he had heard. He hoped that she wouldn't be 'staying' very long at the castle. Maybe Deliyyja was taking on too much with this one. The other Valkyries had well-known powers, but besides being Vættfang, Mistress Sara's powers weren't very well defined by her peers. The few that had seen her in action were either sworn to confidence by Freya for some reason or dead after having taken her on. Either way, Century felt that Mistress Sara was extremely powerful, whether she knew it or not, and he felt much better knowing that he was at least somewhat protected from her.

They rounded a bend in the path, and an enormous castle came into view. Sara stared at it in amazement. This castle came close to Freya's in opulence. Wow... no, no… no amazement, she admonished herself. Where's Deliyyja? How dare she do this! She owes me frost giants in exchange for the one she just killed and the others she ran off. She owes me six frost giants.

Once inside the castle, Century took Sara to the suite that would be her rooms.

"Wait here, please. Mistress Deliyyja will send a servant for you when she's ready, Mistress Sara. Feel free to use the hot springs through that door. They're considered to be part of your suite. No one will intrude on your privacy while you are in there." Century moved towards the door out of the suite.

"Century…" Sara stopped him with a hand and a small rune for movement. Century felt his body stop involuntarily. Deliyyja's runes might protect him from harm, but they didn't protect from this type of spell rune. He began sweating.

"Yes, Mistress Sara?"

"I want you to inform Deliyyja that I'm here, and that I want to see her. Right now. Understand? Do not disappoint me. I know what amulets and spells she gave you, and I am very capable of getting around them. Now go. I'll expect you back shortly. Oh, and here… a present to make sure that you keep your promise." Sara put a tiny rune card onto the back of Century's neck just below his hairline. Invisible unless you lifted up the hair, it was also invisible to the magical eye unless the person knew exactly what they were looking for.

Century knew what was happening, but couldn't do anything about it. The compulsion was so strong that it would take Sara taking it off, or Deliyyja finding it. He seriously doubted the latter though. Century had enough magic in him to know that it was there by the feel of tightness in his mind. He also knew that Deliyyja wouldn't be able to find it, but he couldn't do anything about it himself.

"Yes, Vættfang. I will tell Mistress Deliyyja that you wish to see her immediately."

"Good. And remember, Century–" Sara's eyes took on a dangerous gleam. It was very obvious to Century that she hadn't killed in a little while, and that she would welcome the opportunity to do so. He didn't particularly want to be the one ending up dead, so he decided to be very good.

"Mistress?" He was trying very hard to ignore how Sara's fingers had gone to stroking the handle of Shinryongdo, the second of her two swords.

"Do not disappoint me."