“The name is Ødgerson, Erik Ødgerson”

Ha. I like this way of introducing, learnt that from the pickup artist JB, and it never fail me.

Yet that line is actually plan B. Most of the female of this species will fall into my arms just by looking at my 7-feet-tall masculine physique with a good number of scars.

Ah. Those good ol’ raids. Now I’m over it. Those battles are nothing but some tales to these little girls. So normally I would make up stories from time to time for those scars.

And my body count has reaches an unreal number, mostly because those new people love to include whom they slept with, I can make a family tree out of it.

“Oh, your last name Fenby? Yes! That’s 4 in a row”. At this time, that family tree becomes a bingo game to me.

Nothing would amaze me anymore. I have seen them all. Except,... that I meet Eleanor Garcia twice. Duplicated names happen a lot, I get it. I also experienced doppelgänger.

But this, can’t be true. That woman even recalls a letter from 50 years ago, she told me only to read it when see her again.

Thing would be different if an old lady stand in front of me. Time doesn’t do any damage to this beauty. Her gorgeousness can take my breath away like a bungee jumping, then bring it back with a rush of adrenaline while I do a free fall. That roller coaster of emotion described perfectly the first moment I saw her.

Her eyes, dark blue, keep me staring at. Her lashes, on the other hand, lead me to the forgotten letter.

“Everything has come to an end.

The universe collapsed. There’d be no Valhalla. Nothing goes as planned. The Niflheim won’t exist neither.

Your Highness took the blame, at the same time, feel sorry for you. Therefore, he reserved all the last energy to let you live this pleasing life a little longer.

Now rest, my warrior.

This is, the end”