TWO
ANNABEL
The trek up the mountain was tough, but I found that my desperation to be reunited with Saga and Magni kept my strides fast and even as I climbed the winding path.
Soon large halls and towers topped with gilded roofs sprung up beside us, getting more ornately decorated as we rose. Large reliefs depicting tales of battles adorned the rough-hewn walls, and despite my eagerness to find my mates, the historian in me couldn’t contain herself.
When I came to one that was surrounded by runes, I paused to squint at the ancient writing. “Is this…?”
“The story of Arngrim the Beserker?” Modi asked. “Yes. When he is not fighting or feasting in Valhalla, he resides here.”
I was vaguely aware my mouth was hanging open. I’d read about a number of old Norse heroes during my studies, and
