Author's Note:

Well, another chapter done. This was harder than the last to write, I had to sort through so many ideas and debated on what to reveal in this chapter. But after much thought, what is revealed is but a drop in the bucket to the whole story. So this chapter is the end result.

"I don't own any of the series I write FF of. I only own my OC's and my unique aspects added to the story. I don't own any music or songs possibly mentioned, they are just recommendations. All credit of Rwby goes to RoosterTeeth."

Chapter 3: Träume und Debatten.

He awoke to the sound of Thunder, his eyes opening groggily to a scene radically different from the one he was in when before he went to sleep. Siegfried was in a bed, one not made out of a mattress with sheets, but straw and animal fur. He arose feeling groggy, a throbbing pain shooting through his skull as he looked around the room. It was dark, the only source of light a small candle on a table. There were wooden walls, lined with fur and linen tapestries. They looked old, like those of a castle, or an actual keep. His surroundings were oddly familiar to him; all of this felt more real than any dream he'd ever had.

When he rubbed his face, he was surprised to feel a thick, moderately long beard on what should be smooth skin. When he looked down at his hands and body, he was shocked. His hands were older and calloused, like that of a middle aged man. He wore nothing but some black wool britches, a weird amulet and some rings. His body was covered in tattoos; his arms, his fingers and chest were adorned by familiar symbols. Stepping out of bed, he grabbed a pair of fur boots and put them on.

Where was Duncan? Where was the Shieldmaiden and the Trickster? There was nothing else in the room, so he went to the door. Opening it, he walked down a dark, swaying hallway. It was like-no, it was a boat? It was odd, the room he was in felt like it was on stable ground. Lightning flashed and the sound of heavy rain deafened him as he opened another door and walked out into a...pine forest? Trees rustled and swayed as lightning flashed and thunder crashed over him.

Wherever he was going he needed to go. If there was someone here who could help him, or find him the best way to get back home, then they might have answers for him. The forest smelled faintly sweet and damp. The sounds of wind and rain and the rustle of leaves seemed to be the loudest of them. Every tree he passed seemed alive and breathing.

He walked forward, looking for signs of civilization or people, anything. In the distance there seemed to be movement, a flash of color caught his eye as he heard some kind of singing. Following the sound, he walked until he found a clearing as the rain let up, where he found a lone woman standing with a spear in hand. She turned to look at him and he was stunned...

She wore a silver helmet with two white wings on it and golden engravings. It sloped down in the back as a neckguard, the front had a simple nasal guard. Two cold, pale blue eyes looked back at him backed up by a pale countenance with seemingly glistening skin. Two soft lips rested in a grim frown. Her hair was long and multicolored, dark red combined with bright orange, four streaks of snow white. A long crimson cape with white designs flapped in the wind, her body armor was also silver with gold engravings as well. Her arms wore two braces and one arm ring, her long, smooth legs wore some white leather wrappings combined with sandals. Her torso had some sort of silver scaled armor that had two large round and engraved breast plates. At the bottom it ended with a long white dress that flowed in the wind and sparkled in the light. A sword with a golden hilt was sheathed on her side, a golden spear was held in her hand.

"Siggi," She spoke softly, her voice like the stars themselves converted to sound. "Elskan mín, þú kominn."

He opened his mouth to speak but found the words that came out weren't his own, "Brynhildr..." A rougher voice than his own spoke softly in a different language, "Ég saknaði þín."

"Gerðir þú?" The woman raised a brow before looking away, "Eða saknaðirðu hennar?"

"Er það rangt af mér að sakna ykkar beggja?" Siegfried's body began to move towards her without any input, his control was gone.

"Já." She looked back at him with narrow eyes.

"Hæ," His right hand reached out and gently caressed her cheek as he got right in front of her. "Þú veist hversu mikið ég elska þig. Ég þorði eldinn og drekann fyrir þig."

"Er ég ekkert nema verðlaun?" She raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Já, sá mesti." He pulled her close, their bodies together in a warm embrace as she dropped her spear. "Ein af tveimur fallegustu konunum í öllum níu heimunum. Þú ert gyðja á vígvellinum og í rúminu."

"Það sama mætti segja um þig Siggi." She grinned, before pulling him forward for a deep, passionate kiss. Siegfried could feel her lips and tongue, her heartbeat and warmth, all in great detail. He could smell her sweat and scent. It was bliss, heavenly. He didn't want it to end, but suddenly, it did.

He opened his eyes to find himself standing in the middle of a pine forest, rain pouring down from the sky. The woman was gone. He looked around-or at least-this dream version of himself did. "Hvar ertu, vinur minn?!" His voice was like thunder, and full of concern. Looking around, he saw nothing but shadows in the trees and heard laughter of a madman. "Komdu út! Ég er þreyttur á þessum leikjum!"

Then, he heard the sound of flapping wings, looking up he saw two ravens with blue eyes. Suddenly, a spear bursted out his stomach and the sound of glass breaking echoed throughout the forest along side thunder.

"Fyrir drottninguna mína! Fyrir ástina mína!" A thick, nasally voice shouted from behind, then ripping the spear out with ease. Siegfried drew a sword he didn't know he had and slung it as he turned around-only to fall to the ground clutching his stomach. The pain was intense, blood along with a black substance started to pool under him. He looked up and saw the spear, it was coated with blood and emited black smoke.

"H-Högni, hvers vegna?" He looked up into deep red eyes full of hatred, then everything started to fade like static.

The Next Morning...

He awoke from the dream, clutching his stomach and panting. It had felt far too real. He was in the tent, atop and under some thick covers. Astrid was wrapped in her own covers, asleep to his left. They both had went asleep around midnight as Floki and Duncan took watch. Siegfried had slept in his armor, which was necessary and uncomfortable. He arose from the makeshift bed and grabbed Balmung which had laid at his right side. Exiting the tent, he found Duncan at the fire fixing some coffee.

"Are you okay? You were thrashing around a bit in your sleep." His Mentor probed.

"Yeah," The Redhead answered as he wiped his face, "I had some weird dreams."

Duncan looked up from his work at this comment, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What sort of weird?"

Siegfried sighed, "It all felt too real. I was me, yet someone else. There was a beautiful woman with multicolored hair and we spoke in a language I couldn't understand." The Young Knight recounted his dream, "She kissed me and then it was different, I was looking for someone, a friend. He...betrayed me." The last sentence dripped with venom.

"What was the woman wearing? What was her name?" Duncan questioned, setting aside the coffee pot to look directly at his apprentice.

"She wore some sort of silver armor, her name was Brynhildr." He smiled, "She was the most beautiful woman I ever saw, I wish she was real."

"I see..." Duncan's face grew pale.

"What's wrong?" He noticed the look on his Mentor's face, "Are you ill?"

"Your dream just reminds me of something, that's all." Duncan dismissed the topic quickly.

"Well you can tell me if there's anything you need, Duncan."

"Thank you, Siegfried." He smiled back, the Old Huntsman then poured him a mug of coffee. "Here, drink this. We have a long journey ahead today." The Redhead nodded and drank it, savoring the taste as best as he could. When the cup was drained, he handed it back to Duncan.

"Do you know where Floki has gone?" Siegfried inquired.

"Hunting."

"Alone?"

"Yes."

Siegfried's eyes widened, "You let one of our prisoners go Hunting, alone."

"Yes."

"Why?" He was confused.

"I don't know..." So was his Mentor.

"Which direction did he head into the forest?" He asked as he pulled out his sword.

Duncan pointed to the north, "That way, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to go get him before he runs away."

"He said that he'd be back, maybe we should give him the benefit of the doubt?"

"Listen to yourself Duncan, you're talking like a stranger."

"Am I?" The Old Huntsman ran a hand over his face, his mind was cloudy. The Young Knight ignored his inner concern and focused on his objective.

"Stay here and make sure Astrid goes nowhere, I'm going to find Floki." Siegfried turned and walked towards the treeline, realizing that he slept under the shadow of a tree covered with dozens of bodies.

"Alright, keep safe out there." His Mentor said, he turned to see him wiping his eyes as he left. He was concerned, Duncan is a firm and direct Man with decades of experience, he wouldn't cave so easily into some Barbarian's will.

Looking down on the ground, he looked for fresh impressions in the mud. There were a set of footprints heading northeast into the woods, they could only be the tracks of the Hunter turned Hunted, Floki. He set off in their direction, marching for a dozen minutes, carefully following the footprints. Slowly, but surely, he found himself deep in the wilderness. The tracks lead him to a field of tall knee-high grass, he found a single arrow burried in a tree by him. Taking a few steps forward to investigate, he found that it was barely in the wood, as though planted there-

"Boo." Suddenly, Siegfried turned brandishing Balmung, readying to fight and kill. Floki raised a hand, "Calm down, be quiet. I'm on the hunt."

"What is the meaning of this?! Are you trying to ambush me?!" He growled, as quietly as he could. Balmung was at Floki's throat, close enough that an Auraless Man would be easily cut.

"I just was playing around," He said with his signature smile, "I heard you coming from an mile away, half the forest probably did as well. Your armor clinks like a old building creaks, loud and obnoxious."

"I wasn't trying to be stealthy," He defended, "I was looking for you." The Young Knight let down his guard and pointed into Floki's face, "You're our prisoner, that means you can't run off into the woods to Hunt. You could've run off and alerted Hunding that we are coming!"

The Barbarian smiled and then spoke, "Well, for one, I didn't run off. I'm hunting us some deer. For two, I was given permission from Duncan to do so."

"Why are you so damn smug?" He couldn't stand his smile, it was arrogance and haughtiness in its purest form.

"Because, I'm smart. Smarter than most of the people I know. Smarter than my brothers, than my sister, especially my father. And I'm smarter than you apparently." He finished, poking a finger on Siegfried's chest plate.

"You realize that we're out in the middle of nowhere?" He darkly said as he got into the Barbarian's face, "That I could come back to camp and say that you were gobbled up by a Grimm."

Floki looked down and snickered "What's funny is that I could do the same, to you."

"Do you really think you could take on a honor-bound Knight, barbarian?" His right hand held the handle of Balmung.

Floki turned around and walked in a circle, "I'm no barbarian, unlike my family and clan, I've read Kingdomer books, I've learned all that I could about your technology. I don't want to toss my life away to go to some fictional paradise."

"Why did you talk down to your Sister so much?" Siegfried asked, curious about his side of that conflict.

"Because she deserves it." The Archer said with a straight face, "She acts like she's been oppressed her entire life when she was pampered, all because she wants to go to 'Valhalla', while I was persecuted because I sought knowledge. She and the rest of my people look down upon me for the most stupid of things, while she whores herself around with every man with a moderately sized muscle." He shook his head in disgust, "Including her own brother, I caught them in the act. She wasn't forced, she was giggling and riding him like a horse." He pointed his finger in the air and wagged it, "She is a hypocrite, she spurns me for calling her out. While she acts innocently, that she's the victim." Floki took steps forward towards Siegfried, "Do you want to know something? The raid on Mossshire, it's all her fault. She had Agnarr beg for her to be allowed to be a warrior, he was on his knees whining 'She's ready, you just have to let her prove herself!' I couldn't stand it!" He turned around and clenched his right fist tight, before turning around.

"Our people are pathetic savages, stuck in the past. While yours has floating cities and airships, weapons that could annihilate an warband of clansmen. I've seen it, through others and through you." He looked back, "High, solid walls protected by big guns. Towers of glass and concrete, fireless heating in the winter and air conditioning in the summer." He shook his head and snarled, "I despise this world, for I want that luxury you have but I'd never be truly accepted amongst you damn Kingdomers, who can't even accept each other nor the godsdamned Faunus."

Siegfried decided to interrupt his rant, "You think that, but there's places that would accept you. I'm a foreigner in this land, but the village I'm from accepted me as one of their own." The Barbarian scoffed.

"You really think they accept you? If there's ever another Great War and Atlas marches south, you'd be backstabbed for nothing but your name and accent." He pointed at the knight, "I've seen how you 'civilized' people treat those who you deem as unclean. The signs barring Faunus from places, even homeless shelters. The way you people call us barbarians, heathens and savages. Even those who seek enlightenment. This world is cursed. The Kingdoms, The Faunus, The Wildlings, The Country folk. We're all the same closed minded fools, who cling to pathetic things to feel accepted while those who dare think outside the box are lynched for their curiosity and free thinking. I hate them all, I hate everyone. I pray for the day that the Grimm tear this Remnant of a world to shreds."

The Young Knight couldn't believe the pure hatred that was coming from Floki, he shook his head and the spoke. "If you live your whole life with hatred in your heart, you will never find peace." Siegfried tapped his own chestplate with his fist, "You need to find something or someone to love."

"Then if there's one thing that I can agree with my people-it's to hell with peace!" The Barbarian countered, "What's there to love about the fact we live? We're all but animals that Grimm torment, destined to die and rot away as rancid meat. To give birth to new life so they may suffer the same lethargic existence. So that they may suffer the fear of sickness, of Grimm, of Humans and Faunus who seek them harm. And then, eventually fear of death as they age to the grave."

Siegfried then voiced his opinion on life, "This life is blessed by our relationships, our friends and family, our communities and countries. That through together, we could overcome and find happiness and meaning. That through suffering, we could build ourselves up and become stronger. Huntsmen, Heroes and Knights of yore existed to protect such things."

"Nice counter, but let me say this." The Man raised a finger, "What if no one has a loving family nor even a friend? What if communities and nations become divided? I've heard about the political and cultural divide in the kingdoms: Mantlean Nationalism vs Atlesian Oligarchy, Valean Colonizers vs Æthelan Natives, Leonidan City states vs Argan City states, the Shigashi Shogunate vs Mistral, Humans vs Faunus. The whole damn nation of Vacuo is hardly united, they fight each other all the damn time. They're no better than my people, and neither are yours, Atlesian-or should I say Mantlean?" The Redhead bit his lip, "The Kingdoms go on and on about peace all the time, yet there are wars going on right now. Your kingdom had a civil war not twenty years ago, and they're itching for another one. Mistral is fighting an hundred year war against Samurai and Imperial loyalists. Vale is tearing itself apart politically, ethnically and culturally. They deal with White Fang, Æthelan freedom fighters and then my people-all the time. Yet they still have a shitty military." Floki then screamed, "Peace is a lie! Your heroes: Huntsmen and Knights of yore, they're all pawns for the powerful! How many knights fought in the Great War instead of against the Grimm? How many Huntsmen of your homeland fight for Mantlean revolution or Atlesian Supremacy? How many Huntsmen go off to protect settlements, instead of living it up in the cities ninty percent of the time?" He then spread his arms out, "Face it Siegfried, this world is rotten. The Grimm are its true inhabitants, we are but tumors given sentience."

"Why do you keep referring to my homeland? I've not lived there for seven years." The Young Knight deflected.

The Barbarian chuckled, "Because, your obviously a Mantlean Nationalist. The only Huntsmen in this day and age that dress up like Knights are Mantlean, Atlesian, Valean or Æthelan Nationalists. Who yearn for the the past, where instead of colorful punks running around with outrageous weapons-that it was guys in plate armor running around fighting the Grimm instead."

Siegfried frowned and shook his head, before defending himself. "So what if I'm a proud son of Mantle? My people have been oppressed by Atlas since it's founding. You don't know what it's like to live in the tundra, to see corporations buy up people's properties, businesses and then own entire towns, to have their guards walk through the streets, calling us hicks but run when the Grimm come. Solitas was a land of brotherhood, the very definition of banding together and overcoming. We took up the Mantle of our forefathers to conquer the inhospitable, because our ancient homeland was taken from us." He then threw his arm to the side, "Then Vale came and conquered us again, then for the traitors-they built a floating paradise. While the fatherland was left in its shadow! To dilapidate and freeze over while our 'leaders' threw parties with foreign autocrats!"

"Touched a nerve did I?" Floki chuckled, "What's funny is that is the exact same type of rhetoric that Hunding uses to unite the clans, that we've been oppressed by the Kingdoms for too long and now is the time for us to reclaim our destiny, blah, blah, blah!"

"There is an distinct difference, your people want to conquer Vale. Mine wants our country to prioritize more than one city, a city of soulless autocrats. The Empire did that, it cared about its people. Atlas doesn't give a damn." The Young Knight balled his fist, "There's only one good atlesian I've met, the rest have been the honorless, snobby Bourgeoisie and Autocrats that their stereotypes present them as. They spit upon the land of their forefathers for Valean Lien, they treat their countrymen as inferiors because they work and toil-while they live in true luxury!" He then strode forth and pointed his finger at Man infront of him,"So don't compare the plight of your people to mine!"

"Ah, spoken like a true revolutionary." He said to Siegfried's frustration, "Riddle me this, If Mantle reclaims it's power over Atlas, what's to stop your countrymen from invading Vale to reclaim Ethel like they did in the Great War?"

Siegfried smirked, "Vale started the damn war, against Mistral, we were honor bound to join in their defense. We didn't do nothing but defend our allies, and then saw a way to reunite with our separated kin." He shrugged, "Besides, at this point, Æthel is more of its own thing. We've been separated for hundreds of years." The Young Knight then put his hand on his chin, "What's your point? You've done nothing but spew negativity, in fact why aren't-"

They heard a mighty roar, their debate rudely interrupted by the sound of rage incarnate. The sound echoed through out the forest as they heard fast, thumping, footsteps. Trees fell as it pushed them out of its way. "That's no ordinary Grimm..." Siegfried said as it got closer, he looked back to the Barbarian and they both had a knowing look. They couldn't face this one alone, they ran back through the woods, towards their camp.

They could hear it behind them, it's feet thumping like a heart and quaking the ground. Both of them could hear its breathing, it's snarls. It bursted through trees, they could hear the splintering of wood and the falls to the ground behind them. They ran and they ran, all the way to the camp. Duncan and Astrid turned to see them running out of the woods, loud roars and thumping behind them as they turned to face.

It came out the woods running. It was bipedal, it's body was covered in shaggy long black fur and was ripped with muscles, claws on its hands and feet long and sharp. It's head was like the skull of a bear, with two glowing red and yellow eyes. When Duncan saw it, he screamed one single word. "BERSERKER!!!" The Grimm ran out into the clearing, howling with rage and madness. Siegfried unsheathed Balmung, his companions pulled out their weapons in fear.

Suddenly, it stopped. To which they all breathed deeply, the huntsmen's eyes wide as one of the most dangerous Grimm on Remnant stopped its frenzy and looked down at the ground in frustration. It's breathing deep and raspy, as it began to walk around the wide circle, it's feet shaking the ground. "What in the hell is going on?" Siegfried asked to no one in particular, shocked that a legendary Grimm known for its unending anger and ruthless eagerness to kill walk around them at the edge of the woods.

"We should be either surviving right now in a battle or be torn apart," Duncan commented, amazed. "I've never heard of one these doing this." It walked all the way around them, it's anger, fury and speed increasing.

"Thank you Ygg, thank you..." Astrid prayed, her body quivering. The Grimm started to howl in furry as it was full on sprinting around the cleaning.

"Your telling me that this magic circle bullshit is the reason one of the biggest Huntsmen killers is running around us over and over again?" Siegfried didn't want to believe it.

"I told you Huntsmen," Floki smirked, "It works."

The Berserker snarled as it tried to come at them, it was thrown back by some kind of barrier. It roared as it stepped forth and started to punch it, sparks flew as it went mad trying to get inside to get its prey. After around fifty it stopped, turning and punching the ground before roaring, it ran into the woods.

"It left?" Duncan asked himself, his mind boggled.

"But, Berserkers are supposed to be-" Suddenly, it came out of the woods in a full charge. Slamming into the invisible barrier, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the clearing. "PERSISTENT!!!" It ran at them, at speed they weren't hardly able to register. The Berserker got ten feet infront of them before large vines shot out of the earth and dragged it down to the ground. It shook and vibrated in rage as an ominous green light began to burn it. It howled as it erupted into green fire and began to melt alive.

They looked on in horror as it wailed and whined in pain, it's flesh bubbled and it's skull liquified infront of them, until it was a mass of black ichor and the vines retracted into the earth. The Huntsmen gave each other a mad, confused look. They looked back to their prisoners who were just as surprised as they were. Duncan shook his head, before saying "What in the bloody hell just happened?"

Siegfried was slack jawed, "We just saw an Mythical Grimm get liquified by the earth..." Astrid ran over to the altar infront of the tree and threw some coins into it before getting on her hands and knees, placing her forehead against the ground.

"Thank you Yggdrasil!! Thank you Earth Mother!!!" She shouted, praising her god, "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!!"

"I think we should leave..." The Young Knight commented, confused out of his mind. "Get back on the road."

His Mentor rubbed his forehead, "I...I agree..."

That Noon...

Hours past as they rode ever westwards, the Huntsmen were still unable to comprehend what they witnessed. The Barbarians were much better off, but even they had been surprised. They'd told them they never seen a Grimm break the barrier, neither did they ever see vines shoot up and melt a legendary rare Grimm alive. "One in a million," Siegfried spoke, "That's our odds to encounter a Berserker." He turned to Duncan who rode beside them, "What would the odds be to witness what we did?"

"I don't know, one in a billion?" He shrugged, "I've seen some fantastical stuff in my time, but that was something else."

Astrid then spoke, "The Goddess saved us..."

"No, if anything, it was the Lord of Light." Siegfried denied, "Perhaps God saw our plight and knew our quest was noble and just, he lended his aid."

"Perhaps," Floki spoke with a scoff, "Maybe if you both would think, that it is some kind of plant that sucks the nutrients out of Grimm?"

The Redhead shook his head and chuckled, "Grimm don't have nutrients-"

"How do you know? Grimm evaporate after dying, have you eaten Grimm meat?" Floki asked rhetorically.

Duncan then interrupted them, "Let's just focus on the journey, how far are we to Fridarheim?" They had exited the forest a hour ago, now they road across grassy hills.

"Not long, maybe a couple of minutes." Floki answered.

"How big of Village is this?" Siegfried asked.

"Village?" Floki chuckled as they crested a large hill, "It's a town." They saw it in the distance, it was a moderately sized town with wooden stake walls, weird architecture and designs on their banners. Far different from the heraldry that he was used to growing up in Einsam and Ansel.

"What kind of architecture is that?" He asked the two Barbarians, "Its so different than what I've ever seen?" Yet, it looked so familiar.

"What? Never seen a long house before?" He asked with a smile.

"Never in my life." Vale and Mantle had always used the same sort of designs, they were always similar people divided by language and their ancient feud with each other. But one could look at houses built in the villages and towns and see the similarities. But these buildings were as foreign to him as the Mistrali houses he saw on the few trip they took with the Arcs to Shion. They road for another few minutes before they were hailed by two guards that stood by the gate.

"Hail travelers! What brings you to Fridarheim?" On of them asked, he had a long beard and wore a weird helmet with a weird visor, they wore chainmail and carried an axe and a sword each. A round shield was draped behind their backs.

Astrid spoke up before anyone else could, her and Floki's hoods on. "My name is Olga, me and my Brother are guiding these two witless Kingdomers to the land of Sand in the west."

"My, now that's a perilous journey." The Guard stroke his blonde beard, "Rare is it for Kingdomers to travel to that wasteland by foot or horse, I'd thought you'd use one of those fancy airships you lot have, or a good ol' boat on the sea."

"They said they wanted to take the scenic route." Astrid quipped, the guards laughed.

"Come on in friends, you are welcome to Fridarheim." He gestured to the open gate, but then pointed a finger at the Knights. "But be warned Kingdomers, steal anything and it's either a hand or Thralldom. Hurt or maim anyone and it's reparations. Murder anyone and we'll either string you up, give you a low cut shave, or give you the dishonor of the blood eagle."

"We wouldn't dream of it Sir." Siegfried said as he bowed his head in respect.

"Say, you two are Huntsmen are ye?" He asked, taking in their armor and the weapons at their sides.

Duncan then answered, "We are, but we've no quarrel with your people."

"It's not me you should be worried about," The Guard told him, "Hunding, our new 'High King'," He said with scoff, "Has been whipping up a frenzy against you lot lately, saying that you lot are the shield wall that blocks the road to Valhalla." The guard rolled his eyes, "I'd watch out for his mudbrain supporters."

"Alright, thanks for the warning." Duncan thanked him, they rode into the town. They were met with wide, curious and suspicious eyes from people that looked liked they lived a thousand or a few hundred years ago. Tunics, fur coaks, deer skin boots. The type of stuff that was mostly bought in towns, cities or merchants was home made here. Everyman had a sword or axe at their side, those who didn't were in chains.

They rode through town, towards what could only be called a Tavern, though sounded like barracks. They stopped, climbed down and hitched their horses with the others out front. After that, they walked in. As Duncan and Siegfried walked through the door, they were met with silence and stares. The Tavern was full of Hill Clansmen, from their farmers to warriors, from wives to presumably whores. The Two Knights followed the Barbarians to the Inn Keeper.

Suddenly, they were approached by a drunk brown haired man, "Ay, you two Huntsmen?" He asked, they both looked at each other, silently telling each other to prepare themselves for a potential battle.

"We are," Duncan answered, there was no point in lying, "What's the problem?"

"The problem is ye damn Kingdomers," The Man slurred, "That's what!" Taking uneven steps, he stumbled towards them. "Lording over us with yer damn technology. Pushing us out of our lands, taking our northern home from us, killing us with your damn gans!"

"You mean Guns?" Siegfried asked, confused.

"Yeah, your damn Guns!" The Man pointed in his face, making the Young Knight back up.

The Old Huntsman raised his hand, "Listen, we aren't here to cause trouble." He tried to defuse the situation, "We're just travelers on our way to Vacuo."

"Vakuo?" The Man scoffed, "Why would you be heading to that shithole?"

"We're just travelers..." Siegfried reasserted.

"Travelers my ass!" The Man shouted, spit flying from his mouth.

"Gornar!!" The Innkeeper shouted, slamming his fist into his counter, "Stop harassing my customers!!!"

Gornar turned to him with a scowl, "Why don't you stop serving them?! Be a true patriot of the Kingdom of Hunaland!!!" He screamed, raising his hands into the air.

"Gods damn it...Barjon!" The Innkeeper called, a tall black bearded Man stepped out of the back room, at least 6'7."Get Gornar outta here, he's had too much." The Man nodded as he strode forward, towards the Drunk who threw a fist. Barjon grabbed it and hauled the man outside as he screamed. "Anyone else want Barjon to toss you out?" The Innkeeper shouted, the room was quiet. "No one? Good, now shut up and go back to drinking!" And they did.

So the four continued on what they were going to do, they headed towards the Inn Keeper. Floki spoke with a smile, "We want some rooms please." Placing down some metal coin.

"How many?" The Innkeeper asked, a smile on his face.

"Do you got a room with four beds?" Duncan then spoke up, standing right beside the cloaked barbarian.

"No, but I got doubles."

"We'll take them then."

"Alright, that'll be...one gold." The Man said as his face scrunched up in confusion.

"Yep," Floki reaffirmed with a smile, "One gold piece."

"Yeah, that is right." The Man shook his head with a smile. Siegfried narrowed his eyes, why would that man settle for less than what would be appropriate? Before he could dwell on it any longer, the Innkeeper spoke. "Before I show you to your rooms, I got a question." He pointed to him and Duncan, "So, you two are Huntsmen right?"

"Yes, we are." Siegfried reaffirmed, "Why do you mention it?"

"There have been rumors," The Man leaned in and whispered, "That Draugar have been spotted in the wilderness, vast amounts." Their eyes went wide, "That they've been raiding homesteads and minor villages, killing the majority of people and devouring them, while carrying others away."

"Draugar raiding villages?" The Young Knight shook his head, "Thats rare unless they are by some tombs some have taken residence in. Or..."

"They're being led by either a Lich or an Attergangar." Duncan concluded, "Which is bad news." Draugar were rare Humanoid Grimm with great intelligence, but they often keep to their tombs or lairs. It was unusual for them to organize in such great numbers, unless it was under another Grimm of a higher status and older age.

"Well I just wondering if you two had heard anything about it. It's getting really scary out there, now I'm thinking my people need to look past their biases and seek Kingdomer Hunters for help."

"I'm sorry to say I cannot help immediately," The Old Huntsman answered with a frown, "But I can contact some friends in Vale to investigate these rumors." But that would take time, "If Draugar are being organized under a Lich, a Attergangar or worse, then that is a problem for the Kingdom as well." Siegfried scratched his chin in thought, the books he read and studied from Duncan's and Ansel's library detailed few times such things happened and the grand devastation it wrought upon the Kingdoms. The last major Draugar incursion was in the Great War, resulting the Battle of Hexagan where Valean, Mistrali and Mantlean forces were forced to band together as the Draugar had interrupted their battle and surrounded them in Hexagan Castle.

Few Men survived that, those who did had escaped through a tunnel in the castle's dungeon. When Valean forces had made it to the castle, they found crucified and impaled soldiers. Those on the verge of death had gone mad and raved like madmen about a King of Midnight. It was their only big display and appearance in the war, many scholars and Grimologists theorized it was a warning. That while Man may war against each other in the light, they waited in the shadows.

"Thank you," The Innkeeper smiled, "I'd really appreciate it, people are on the edge of their seats about those rumors." With a sigh, he whispered, "And High King Hunding hasn't been a help to everyone with his talk of war and fire. Who wants to start a war when Grimm are about?"

The Young Knight knew the answer, it was selfish Monarchs who cared not for their people but their own glory and power. The Great War was nothing but Kings and Emperors using their people as pawns for their own power and their visions of the world. The King of Vale had the whole world kneel before him and forced everyone to change by his will. Vale had become the dominant nation, and forced their tongue upon all people to the point that even the uncivilized spoke Valean out of necessity. Vacuo had joined them, afraid that their Nation would be conquered by his and Mistral, but they were in worse shape afterwards than they ever were before the war. Mistral and the Hellenic City states had went from the lands of Spartans and Samurai to a land of Bandits, raiders and ceaseless war. Mantle, his homeland, had went from an United Empire of Brotherhood founded by exiles, to a purely divided nation separating its own people into a lower class as the traitors and foreigners of Atlas prosper to the detriment of every other city and town on Solitas.

"I'll lead you to your rooms." The Man said as he walked out of behind the counter, waving for the four to follow him through the door by him. He led them to the stairs to the right of a hallway. When they were on the second floor, he gestured to the second rooms on the left. "Here you are, two beds per room."

"Thank you very much sir." Duncan shook his hand, then he left. The Old Huntsman then turned to his apprentice and their guides. "We need to talk about tomorrow."

They had entered one of the rooms, the Huntsmen sat on one bed, the Barbarians the other. His Mentor coughed and then spoke, "We need a plan."

"For what?" Floki asked, spreading his arms out, annoyed.

"For how we're gonna get into Thórsteinn, and then get to Hunding and stop him." The Knight explained, "The battle is going to be a hard fought one nonetheless."

"Well that's simple Huntsman," Floki smiled, "We just attack the place."

Siegfried was slack jawed, "Four people vs a whole garrison and then a Warlord?" This Barbarian must be insane.

"Yes," He smirked, "Most of his men are just as weak as the ones you fought the other night. It'll be easy."

"I disagree," The Young Knight stood up, "It would make more sense that his more veteran and strongest men would be with him. We must use caution-"

"He's right." Duncan interrupted him, "It will be easy." Siegfried turned and looked at his Mentor, his face dismayed.

"What is wrong with you Duncan?" Never in all these years did his Master act so stupid, something wasn't right. "Why are you listening to this troublemaker? This isn't like you."

"His argument is sound, I see no fault with it."

"His argument?" He shook his head, "What argument?!" His arms were out to his side, he then pointed at Duncan, "He's just telling us to attack without thinking nor strategizing, something you've told me to never do a million times."

"Duncan," Floki spoke up, "Lets discuss a plan in our room, Siegfried seems to be greatly stressed from the journey." The Old Huntsman nodded before standing up, Floki looked to the Young Knight, "Perhaps my Sister will help you relax like she has many other Men." For the first time in a while, he saw the girl smile like she did the other night.

"Scheisse..."

Later That Night...

They were alone in the room together, it made him uncomfortable. He had took of his armor and was in his undergarments. A simple white t-shirt, black leather pants and white socks he wore underneath his armor, stained and smelly from the weeks of travel. There was a spare set in his saddle bags, but they were just as dirty. Once their quest was done, he was going to stop at the first major town or city they arrive at and have them cleaned and his armor cleaned. Siegfried didn't bring any casual wear with him, he hadn't expected this quest of theirs to take them on a goose chase in the frontier to hunt down a Warlord.

He sat on his bed as the Barbarian Woman undressed in the small changing room in front of the beds. His palms sweated as he hummed songs from his homeland, trying his best not to think about what she was doing. His mind wandered back to one encounter with Jaune's sister a year or two ago, how close he had been to kissing her. It required all of his will power to abstain, her frown was a dagger that cut deep when he had got out of the closet. Here he was, not in a closet with a girl, but sharing a room with a woman. A woman who has expressed dirty desires when they met, and seems to still have them.

He gripped the pendent around his neck, a silver sword hanging down like a cross, and prayed to the Lord of Light for strength. To overcome the temptation of flesh, to preserve his Mantlean Honor, to save himself for one more worthy. Suddenly, the door opened. His eyes flickered to see her in nothing but woolen lingerie. "Like what you see?" She said as she stood in the doorway, a smile on her face, her hair loose and wild. Her body was more defined that what one could see when she wore armor, her breasts were more buxom than what one would expect.

"No..." He answered, looking away.

"Come on Kingdomer," She said softly, strutting towards him. "You and me, alone in a room all to ourselves." She was at the end of his bed, "A once a lifetime opportunity, a proud Knight and a Shield Maiden, ravaging each other in pleasure."

"I am bound by my honor and my god to abstain." Siegfried once again rejected, he wasn't going to give himself away to a Woman he hardly knew and didn't love.

"Your telling me," She walked over to his side, placing a warm hand on his shoulder. "That you don't want my body? That you don't want to feel me."

"I cannot and do not want to." He reaffirmed, she knelt down and whispered in his ear.

"I want you to plant your seed in me," She said, a chill went down his spine. "To fertilize me."

"N-No." The Young Knight whimpered.

She took a deep breath, before throwing him down onto the bed. "FUCK ME DAMNIT!" Astrid shouted as she straddled him, grabbing at his clothes.

"Get off of me!" Siegfried panicked as he pushed and wrestled with her, "I don't want to!"

"You ungrateful Kingdomer!" She grabbed at his pants, "I'm offering myself to you and you reject me?!"

"I will not let you have me!" He shouted, punching and kicking at her. "It belongs to somebody I haven't met yet!"

"I'll fucking kill you if don't do it!" Her eyes were wild like a rabid animal, "I want to fuck!"

"No!" The Young Knight threw her off him, she rolled into the floor as he jumped up. Grabbing Balmung, he readied himself for battle, his body shaking. She didn't get up, instead she retracted into a fetal position, crying. Siegfried didn't say nothing, he laid his sword down and walked over to her.

She whimpered and sobbed as he knelt down, he gently put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you ok?" He knew it was redundant to ask, he had just thrown her off of him. But he couldn't stand to see women cry.

"Why?" She said with tears streaming down her face, "Why don't you want me? Why doesn't anybody want me?"

"Uh, listen, I'm sorry." He apologized for, well, not giving in. "It's not that I don't want you, it's that I can't just give that away. We've only known each other for two days."

"You're torturing me," She bit her lip, "Every second I've been with you there's has been a painful fire burning in my heart and I can't stop it."

"Why?" Siegfried was confused, the whole damn Quest since Mossshire has been so damn confusing. Perhaps he had died and all of this was some sort of delusion as he faded away?

"I don't know," She wiped her face, "I don't know, it's killing me. It's like I've wanted you my whole life."

He really didn't know how to respond to that, so he decided to change the subject of this sad and awkward conversation. "Well, being around you has been torturous for me as well." She looked up at him, "You remind me too much of my mother."

"Why?" She asked, Now the one puzzled.

"You both share the same name, hair and eyes." Siegfried explained, "I saw her die, many years ago."

She rose up from the ground, they both sat together on the wooden floor. "How did she go?"

"Grimm." He said simply, looking away. Horror dawn on her face as she then hugged him.

"My mother was a slave," She told him, "My Father had bought her for her looks, when he was bored with her around the time I was eight, he sold her." He could feel her trembling, "I've not seen nor heard of her since, he refused to tell me who he sold her to. He told me that I wasn't even planned, that I was a mistake." She burried her face into his shoulder, "A worthless, mistake!"

"Your not a mistake, you are more than what other people think of you." He told her as he patted her back, "Giving yourself to people isn't the way to find love."

"My Father, after he sold my mother." She began, "He visited me one night..." He could feel her breathing deep, "He told me that I looked just like her, and..." She started to shake, "He, he, he..." His eyes widened in horror.

"Don't say it," Siegfried said as he wrapped his arms around her, "I know what you mean."

"For a while, he would visit me during the night." She explained, "Make me...do things. He would do things to me, things that hurt. Telling me that was my purpose." Siegfried felt his blood boil, "And then, when I got older, he just stopped. He told me he was bored." Her arms tightened around him, "I had no one, I was ignored by him. And then I caught my brother, Ivar, staring at me one day. He didn't stop me when I came to his room that night, he told me it was right." The Redhead grit his teeth, "And then he started to visit me, just like my Father did, until Floki found us one day."

"I'm going to kill them." Siegfried said with cold rage, "That's unforgivable."

"You won't be able too, they're too strong." She looked up, into his eyes. He looked into hers and felt his heart hurt. "Why couldn't I have met you before, it's like everything in my life has been empty before meeting you."

"If you want to leave them, you can come with us when we're done." He told her, "You'll be accepted in our town."

"No, I won't." She shook her head and looked down, "The only fate I can hope for is to die in battle, to ascend up there and make sure my Father doesn't."

"There's more to life than to think of death, you need to get out of there and start living it free from those people." He told her.

She looked up and smirked, "What are you going to do? Save me?"

"I will if I must." He told her, she just laid her head on his shoulder. They sat like this for an hour before eventually parting and then went to sleep.

Somewhere in the Tundra...

He found himself surrounded by snow and pine trees as far as the eye could see. It was the familiar bitter cold of Solitas, the nostalgic cold of his childhood. He wore his armor yet his helmet and blade were nowhere to be found. Looking around, there was no one else, he was all alone.

"You are never alone, my Son." A voice spoke from behind, he turned and saw someone he had seen in the shadows for years, but never spoke to him directly since that night so many years ago. He still wore the same fancy black fur cloak, held the same wooden staff, had the same white long beard and black leather eye patch.

"You," Siegfried recognized him, how could he forget him. "Wanderer, why do you appear before me now? After all these years, since that day." He asked.

"I have been with you the entire time," He said, raising his hand to sky. The land around them shifted in scenes of the past as he spoke, "I was there when you left your homeland, I was there when you first came to Ansel, I was there when you trained and learnt the ways of the sword." He saw his younger self swing around a wooden sword in a meadow of flowers with a determined face. The scene shifted to a camp in the woods, five men slain. He stood over a man with Balmung covered in crimson, Duncan walking over and putting an arm on his shoulder. "I was there when you first shedded blood," The scene shifted to an farm as he defended a boy from an Beowulf, "When you saved your first person." Then, suddenly they were out in a field of grass. He saw himself put his grandfather's helmet on for the first time, and then mounted Grane, "I was by your side when you first dawned the armor of your grandfather and when you first rode your steed into battle against bandits who set up by your town." The scene returned to the cold, frozen north. "I have been by your side the whole time, watching you on your road to your glorious destiny."

"Why?" He asked, wanting to know the truth of what happened all those years ago. "Who are you? What are you?"

The One-Eyed Wanderer raised his hand, "You are not ready to know, but I am one of great power." He took a few steps forward, "I've come to warn you, Siegfried. Tomorrow, you shall face a great enemy."

"Hunding..."

"Yes," The Hooded Man nodded, "A great warrior, but an Man without honor." He stroked his beard for a second, "Or at least, without my definition of Honor." He then placed a hand on the red head's shoulder, "You must duel him, challenge him to an Holmgang. He will have no choice but to accept, and then, you must summon your inner strength to defeat him."

Siegfried was confused, "Why must I challenge him to a duel? We're going to attack his stronghold." There wouldn't be no need, they'd get in and put him down, then all would be done. At least that's what Floki suggested would happen.

The Wanderer gripped his staff with both hands, "You are being lead into a trap, one where if you try to prevent, will lead to Duncan's death."

The Young Knight grew pale, his eyes widened and fear gripped him."What?! Why?!"

"You will learn in time, his death from what I could scrape from the Norns is only gurrenteed should you break him from the spell or surrender." He pointed at th boy, "Challenge Hunding and win, then he shall live."

"And if I should lose?" Siegfried asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You will die, and all shall be lost." He answered, "If you win, then hope for the future wins too."

"The future? What do you mean?" This was getting confusing really fast.

"A war is coming, one thrice fought before. Man and Faunus must put aside their differences, mortals must unite, and banners must be raised. Heroes must stand against the coming darkness." The Old Man dropped a bombshell on him,"You must be ready, you must survive. Remnant needs you, and many more than you know do too." A fuzzy, staticky pain started to ache in his head.

"War?" He asked, a weird nausea running through his stomach. "What war? What do you mean, I don't understand?" The Wanderer waved his staff and the scene changed once more, they were now on a cliff. The sky was crimson, an red-rimmed eclipse ruled above all. Below, a scene right out of the Book of Light. Armies of every nation, standing against the hordes of Darkness. Grimm of all types, Humanoid, Anamorphic and Mythical. The battle cries of Men and the roars of Grimm were deafening. In the background, was a castle or city unlike any other. It's splendor illumated even in the darkest night, a beacon of hope.

"All I will tell you for now my son, is that the Dark One is stirring. Soon, the Children of Helheim shall march." He gestured to the battlefield before them. "And the forces of Light once again shall stand against the hordes of Darkness to prevent the end of love, life and light." The Wanderer looked to Siegfried, "You must be ready, you must go to Beacon Academy and hone yourself and your skills. You must heed the words of the Sage and his wisdom. You must prepare-" His speech was cut off as something huge flew over head, roaring in a familiar tongue.

"Okkar tími er núna!" It's voice was demonic and thick, "Synir Hel! Enda ljósið!" It's wings flapped like thunder, it casted a shadow over the battlefield before unleashing a stream of fire. Siegfried felt a chill go down his spine as he watched the monster leave behind a trail of destruction as it flew to the keep.

"That Dragon..." He said, memories of that night flairing in his mind.

"He is the one, he was the one who destroyed Einsam." The Wanderer answered his unspoken question; "And he is your greatest enemy, a blood feud transcending death and time. You will face him again one day."

"This, all of this is too much." It felt as though someone was stabbing a knife into the center of his brain, cutting it in half. "I-I don't understand, yet I do. Its, its like the opposite poles of magnets being pushed together in my head."

"As I thought, I've told you too much." The Wanderer frowned, "Your mind and body is not ready to comprehend the full story, the very reality of your destiny."

"Why me?! Why am I so special to you?!" He shouted as terrible visions ran through his mind, memories of foreign times, battles he had fought yet didn't, adventures and romance of strangers. All blurred and fuzzy, like a old tv.

The Wanderer sighed, "The same reason the last two were, the same reason it has been all the way to your grandfather and then, your Father and Uncle. Blood is thicker than water." This had to be a dream, this is insane, it made no sense, it made sense, why couldn't he put the pieces together.

"This is not a dream," He clarified solemnly, "I wish you fortune on your battle, I shall be there in spirit." Before he could end the visit, they both heard the Dragon roar once more.

"Ég er kominn, Siggi!" The Dragon roared, its thundering voice echoed over the battlefield "Endurkoma föður míns er í nánd!" Suddenly, a beam of pure light shot out in a wave at the monster. It missed as it flew down, crashing into a tower on the castle. Siegfried could barely see it, but there was a figure that flew into the air and hovered. A Man in red armor, his face blurry, a dark blue cape flowing in the wind. A sword illumating celestial light in his grasp. As the Dragon turned, they met in a bright flash of light and dark. Before anything else could happen, the scene shifted back to the tundra.

He couldn't believe it, his mind hurt, it hurt to think. "Is that Sigurd? The Warrior of Light?"

"No, his predecessor..." The Wanderer said to the great shock of Siegfried, "I've spoken too much, it's time for this meeting to come to an end." He then put his hand on Siegfried's forehead, "Wake up, Siegfried, and prepare thyself for battle."

The Next Morning...

Siegfried's head ached as he woke up, throbbing pain shot through his skull as he opened his eyes. His ears rang and his vision was blurry. There was a hum like a heater or air conditioner, he could hear whispers in languages he didn't understand, he saw the blurry faces of strangers. Lands too fantastical to be real, he had traveled so much and seen so much. They called out to him, hailing him as a hero. Banners, so many different banners, all the colors of the rainbow. War, death, destruction on scales that far surpassed the Great War. Grimm, Grimm marched, rampaged, slaughtered and feasted on flesh of Men, Faunus and more. Cities burned, Mortals ran, calling out to the Gods to save them. Dragons flew, following the One. Sword of gold and silver, silver light flashed through hordes. Thunder rumbled, earth shook, the world sundered. He was, who was he, is he real?

Who was he? Who was he? Who was he? Is he fake, who is he? Maybe Father knows? But isn't he dead? What about his children? Does he have children? No he doesn't, does he? Brynhildr can help, but she ain't here? Where was he? This didn't look like home? But which home? He was a king, but a king of what? He was betrayed, betrayed by a friend, but who? What happened? The sword flashed and the world was saved? Was it? Poison drink, council of traitors. He couldn't stand it, he began to cry, he couldn't stand it. His brain felt as though it was being torn apart, a memory, a memory of his or someone else? It came into view, staticky.

[Play 'Unbroken Road' -Skyrim OST]

Ring of fire, his beloved trapped, the Dragon beckoned. "Come and face my vengeance, cousin of Light."

"You will pay, Darkspawn." He walked up the steps of the dilapidated castle, "I will fell you just like I did your vile children." The Dragon sat ontop of what remained of the castle, a circle of Fire blazed behind him.

"And you will die, your beloved Brynhildr will burn." It laughed, it's demonic voice steeped in hatred. "The Age of Darkness comes, and all shall be void!"

"Don't make me laugh, you've fought this war long before I was born, yet you still haven't broken the spirts of Mortals, you haven't corrupted the world tree, you haven't burnt down Asgard." He mocked the beast, "And your Father still lies locked in Hel." It's draconic face fumed smoke in anger, "Grimlord, you are but a joke like your vile children. You and your Sister's evil brood lies dead, and so shall you too." He pounded his chest, "For I am a Son of SiEgMuNd, I am SiEgFrIeD, defender of ReMnAnT, Champion of Man. I shall send you to your Father, and cleanse my rightful realm of your Grimm Kindred!"

The Dragon chuckled, "Oh, how you are prideful, favored son of the most high." It shook its head like a human would, "You think that my children, my Sons and Daughters were any a match to me? Firstborn of Darkness, he who shall open the jaws of the void?" It laughed, "Your petty pride will be your downfall, you will fly too close to your precious sun and fall." It's voice calmed down for a second, "You may have slain my Sons, my Daughters, perhaps may slay me." It then grinned, "But we will return, for the Void is eternal. Light is fleeting, you won't live forever, God of Man." Siegfried was silently worried, "And you won't be able to stop us, My Father, my Kin. We shall climb up the tree to take our rightful place, we will make the world into our image!" The Beast roared like thunder, "Then we shall forever indulge in our sin, our lust for blood, our hatred and malice." Then, purple fire flared out of its snout. "You, and all the other champions of the realms, will either kneel and accept our truth, or die."

The hero didn't falter, "As long as I live, in both spirt and body. As long as the two I love are with me, my friends and companions stand with me. I swear upon my soul, Grimlord." The Dragon narrowed his eyes at the oath, "That I will forever fight you, until either one of our souls, our very essences are wiped from existence itself." Siegfried declared, "That no matter what, if my world, my people, Asgard or any of the mortal races need me. That I will come again, and I will defeat you. Be it ten, twenty, a hundred, a thousand or a million years and times. Be it until the end of existence itself." He then pointed at the Dragon, "For all that you've done, for taking the woman I love captive, for sending your vile seed into our world to cause chaos. I shall henceforth and forever more be thy rival, thy enemy."

"You've just doomed your soul to madness." It chuckled, "Oh foolish Volsung, your pride is legendary and it is your weakness. You stand before a true God, not some bastard like yourself. I was made in the true image of our fathers, your kind, along with others are naught but your father's artistic design of inferior qualities." Its wings flapped like a thunderclap, "I can never die, I will keep crawling out of the void until Ragnarok comes."

"But you would be gone from the realms for thousands of years, would you?" Siegfried smirked, "You won't be able to wage your war consistently." The Dragon frowned.

"Your right..." It then smirked, "But you, you won't last. Your incarnations will wilt as they lose their pureblood, eventually, you will lose your sanity and your power." It raised its head up with its neck, "I can wait, Volsung, I can and will outlast you."

"We'll see about that, vile Wyrm." He unsheathed a sword with a golden cross guard and pommel, black grip and a celestial cyan blue gleaming blade, covered in glowing Runes-the colors of the rainbow. "I will save my beloved, I will be the first to slay you!" He then shouted into the air, a voice loud like thunder himself. "FOR THE GLORY OF ASGARD AND ReMnAnT! IN THE NAME OF MY FATHER, SiEgMuNd! FOR BRYNHILDR AND GUDRUN, FOR ÆSIR, HUMANITY AND ALL REALMS AND RACES!!!" He then charged forth, his long blood red braided hair flowing behind him. "I WILL SLAY YOU FAFNIR!!"

The Dragon then roared, flapping its wings and breathed purple flame. "COME AND DIE, SiEgFrIeD! I WILL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL! I WILL RAPE YOUR BELOVED!!! IN THE NAME OF MY FATHER, ———. IN THE NAME OF MY CHILDREN. FACE MY FIRE VOLSUNG, FACE MY WRATH!!! I AM FAFNIR, THE FIRSTBORN OF GRIMM!!!"

[Stop 'Unbroken Road' -Skyrim OST]

He awoke again in his bed, his body shaking. Sweat dripping down his forehead, his mind quivered. 'It was just a dream,' He thought to himself, denying what he just saw and heard. "None of that was real..." His body shook as he rose, sitting up, it felt as though he was freezing. "It wasn't real, it wasn't real. It can't be..." There was a cold feeling on his right shoulder, he looked down and pulled on his shirt.

There was three symbols faintly visible on his skin, ᛏᚱᛋ.

Authors Note:

Well, it is finally done. I struggled with this one, I just didn't know whether or not I was revealing too much. But, after three long revisions, this is it. Good news is that the beginning arc is about done, and the next two chapters should be much shorter than this one. And much more action.

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