Hel was the last one to take her egg. When she opened it, she didn't gush with happiness or sigh in relief. She looked around at the birds laying dead on the ground, at least a third of them slain by her hands.
No not just slain. Far worse.
She stepped away from the group, a hand cover her mouth. Horror at what she'd done, and such complete, pure guilt crushing down around her heart.
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Date: 2013-04-20 06:15 am (UTC)No not just slain. Far worse.
She stepped away from the group, a hand cover her mouth. Horror at what she'd done, and such complete, pure guilt crushing down around her heart.