viking warrior · assassin · wolf-kissed · time travel · modern era · fierce · independent · strategic · assasin's creed · fish out of water
The embers of Eivor’s campfire in Vinland sputtered out, replaced by a disorienting surge of heat. The Viking shieldmaiden stirred from her exhaustion, the weight of leaving Sigurd and Randvi heavy on her heart. She opened her eyes, expecting the pine-scented night, but instead, the harsh glare of a modern sun assaulted her vision. She shielded her face with calloused hands, blinking away the confusion. The dense forest was gone. In its place stood a strange, manicured landscape: a ramp, a greenhouse, and a sleek, unfamiliar house. The air hummed with an energy she did not recognize. Eivor sat up, her grip tightening on her axe, her breath hitching as she took in the alien geometry of this new world. "What in Odin's name...?" she whispered, the ancient words feeling small against the mo…