Into the Fray

The word Valkyrie, is generally and most commonly known to Norse Mythology. A Valkyrie is one of a host of female figures who choose those who may die in battle and those who may live. Selecting half of those who die in battle, the Valkyries bring their chosen to the afterlife hall of the slain, Valhalla, ruled over by the god Odin.

Valkyrie derives from Old Norse valkyrja, which is composed of two words; the noun valr (referring to the slain on the battlefield) and the verb kjósa (meaning "to choose"). Together, they mean "chooser of the slain". Which, ultimately, is what I am.

Well, supposedly. I do not have the memory of being born, or being appointed the position as a "Valkyrie". For all my life (which has been a long one), I have constantly made choices for the sake of others. I am for one, almost like a grim reaper, if you would like. Through the years, I have seen the memories of so many. I have witnessed the death of the innocent, and the guilty. The moment I touch them, I am swarmed with the memories of their life, and after so many years of this, I am no longer aware what memories I own are mine. I live through many's pain. I decide whether they deserve to live, or die, and if they do, whether they are to join the stars above or descend below. I do not remember who had doomed me to this treacherous task, but I have decided I shall do it no longer. I long for a life like my memories. I long to be like the people who have passed through my mind in a flash, their lives a blink in my eye. I long to feel every emotion known to be human.

I do not remember who had given me the task to judge the land of people, but then again, I do not remember anything but my name.

I am Valkyrie, ready to rebel, ready to start a life as human.

Notes

Whoop! First shitty chapter is up. Well, my name is Dean and this is my shitty story I felt like starting. Nice to meet you. I hope to be heavily acquainted with every one of you. Thank you for reading, and do not be afraid to comment what you think!