* Part One

"Do you swear to use all of your power to heal the wounded?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to respect and honor the ways of a warrior?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to risk your own life for the greater good of Asgard, the realm of eternal, and to protect other realms within our defense?"

"I swear."

"Then by the power rested in me, I hereby proclaim you as Lady Sigrun the Warrior Healer."

The Allfather smiled down at the new warrior and healer. The first warrior healer of Asgard.


Two days earlier.

"There she is!"

"After her!"

"Don't let her get away!"

Sprinting from a score of chasing guards was a large, long-legged wolf with thick tawny fur and bright yellow eyes. She sped away, swerving around peasants and playing children. The wolf leapt over carts and deliveries and dived under horses, causing a ruckus in her wake. One guard had gotten bucked by a frightened draught horse. He flew and crashed through the window of a cottage.

Alas, guards continued their pursuit. The wolf was in front of the castle's grand staircase when she saw more guards coming from in front of her. She had no choice. Quickly, she scurried up stairs. Still they charged, yelling out at her. A fee yelled abuse at her.

The wolf burst through the doors, causing several handmaidens to squeal like piglets with fright. She ran round and round. She went up and down staircases and ran along hallways and corridors and slithered through hidden passage ways that only a creature her size could wiggle through.

Eventually, her brilliant ears couldn't hear the guards. The wolf wagged her tail as she pushed two doors closed with her forepaws. When she turned round, her tongue fell out. Beckoning her was a long, grand oaken table overfilled by countless Asgardian delicacies and cuisines. With little to no hesitation, she lunged onto the table. The wolf walked along it, wolfing down food and gulping drinks as she went.

The last thing her jaws closed on was a sausage. To her fortune, it was linked to four other sausages. The wolf trotted out of the dining hall and into another hallway and hid behind a corner. A heartbeat later, the wolf changed into a girl with long, wavy, tousled, light brown hair. In her hair were vibrant blue roses intertwined with long, tiny braids. Where a human girl's ears would be were her wolf ears. Behind her was her long, furry tail. She wore an armored corset with long, shiny steel boots. Her skin was smooth and her face was heart-shaped with a small nose. Holding some of her hair away from her face was a big red bow.

This was Damsel Sigrun.

She was confident, mischievous, talented, stubborn, intelligent, and—most of all—adorable. All of the Asgardians adored her. Except for farmers and merchants and almost all of the guards. The guards that don't despise her, fancy her. Along with many other warriors. Fandral continually displayed his attraction toward her.

Sigrun herded livestock. Mostly sheep. Many were unlucky and bled to death. Farmers hated her. They scowled at her, shrunk away, or rushed to protect their animals with pitchforks in hand whenever she walked by.

Sigrun wasn't an Asgardian. Some didn't like her because of that. She was a Noxal. An endangered species. Sigrun was the last of her kind. The "feral-folk" as they were called. In their humanoid form, they had the ears and tails of animals—canines. In their feral form, they were substantially larger than the wolves you would find on Midgard. Their legs and fur were longer and their toes were a bit more spread apart to make up for their lack of thumbs. They had very intricate anatomies.

"What have you done this time, my dear cub?"

Sigrun looked up at a beautiful woman with long, silky robe garbs. She had wrinkles on her face, displaying her age, and frail, bony fingers. Her blonde hair was graying around her face, and cascaded down to her waist. Lady Eir of Medicine. Sigrun's mentor and master. Lady Eir had acted like a mother to Sigrun ever since she was sent to Asgard. She taught her the customs and culture of Asgard and basic healing remedies. Eventually, Sigrun learned countless herbs and medicines and his to execute him. Not long ago, Sigrun had been permitted to heal a hole in Fandral's chest after attacking Jotunheim with Thor a short while ago.

"Nothing, I swear on my tail!" Sigrun exclaimed after swallowing the last of the sausage. She had a high, raspy voice. Common in most Noxal women. Men had deeper voices. They sounded nicer than a woman's because their howls sounded more haunting.

Eir smiled fondly, "Alright. What did you do before I found you? More importantly, why are a score of guards chasing after you like rogue bulls?"

Sigrun smiled sheepishly and looked away coyly, "Just some herding, marm. None of 'em kicked the bucket or anything."

"Kicked the bucket, Sigrun?" Eir cocked a brow.

"Oh, sorry, Noxal term. Died. None of 'em."

Eir smiled, "Thought so. Well, what do you plan on doing with the guards, my cub?"

"Hide of course, marm. They forget about me after awhile and move on."

"What about the Allfather, dear? He wishes to see you."

Sigrun couldn't refrain a gulp of anxiety.


Ta-da! Here's part one of the first chapter. Part two will be posted later today.

Hope you enjoy the new version of LIV.

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