The Valkyries were beautiful maidens on white, winged horses. They swooped down onto a battleground once the fighting was over. Silently, they walked amongst the fallen. The Valkyries had walked on many battlefields. They had seen so much death that the sight of it no longer moved them. They looked at the fallen; sons who had died too young, fathers who would never return to their families, and still, they felt nothing. Sometimes, the Valkyries knelt beside the fallen, delicately separating their spirits from their bodies and sending them to Valhalla.
