The End

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Another strike of lightning shot down to the ground before Rùna and in the light of the skies, stood a man, wielding a hammer, his long hair braided to the back. His voice in her ear, he smiled at Rùna before ascending back into the sky and taking the storm with him.

Following the light of the man, all stood around, their eyes fixated on the lightning that seemed to go from the ground into the sky and then the clouds above cleared, the water of the lake returned and left behind a clear, mirror surface. The dirt lowered back to the ground, leaving behind but a smooth surface, wet and shimmering in the light of the sun that shone through the red clouds above.

Hvitserk guided Rùna to her father's body and in the same moment she placed her hand on his shoulder as he lay with the face in the wet dirt, the men around knelt. Each one with their sword, axe or spear before them, the archers an arrow in hand, all knelt before the new queen of Myrhult.

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