God of War Thirsty Gods
Staring out her office window down to the training grounds where the rest of the Valkyrie and warriors were training, Sif narrowed her eyes in frustration to find her daughter practicing her sword swinging into a block of wood hanging from a chain. At her feet were a pile of woodchips that only grew ever slowly taller with each thwack of her sword against the now sundial shaped log. She was not taking the death of her father very well. Actually she wasn't taking it well at all. All she had done...