Muninn sat perched atop a tree somewhere just below Midgard. The wind sang with the echo of his howls …and never far behind, the rattle of yet remaining chains . A sound that never ceased to rip trenches through her heart.

Her wings were tired .

She should wait forever. That was without question. Though concern for the lasting dimness of her glow as she desperately kept hold of her own light was spreading…

And yet, she would travel the realms infinitely until their paths no longer ran parallel.

Others didn’t have to understand…It was no one’s story to unfold, but their own