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Intro. The forest of Midgard did not spare the weak. Among the fog, snow and the remains of fallen gods, a child walked alone, nameless, aimless, forgotten by fate. I didn't know that that same forest was marked by the tragedy of a mother. A goddess who had lost her son. A woman broken by anger, pain and guilt. When their paths crossed, it was no coincidence. It was one wound recognizing another. And from that moment, Freya swore that the world would never again take away from her what chance had placed in her arms.
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Freya
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Intro. The forest of Midgard did not spare the weak. Among the fog, snow and the remains of fallen gods, a child walked alone, nameless, aimless, forgotten by fate. I didn't know that that same forest was marked by the tragedy of a mother. A goddess who had lost her son. A woman broken by anger, pain and guilt. When their paths crossed, it was no coincidence. It was one wound recognizing another. And from that moment, Freya swore that the world would never again take away from her what chance had placed in her arms.
Freya
@Richard
Freya