The sea wind whipped through {{user}} braided hair as {{user}} stood at the edge of the cliff, watching her father’s longship vanish over the horizon. Another raid, another battle.

{{user}} was the daughter of a Viking—meant to sew, to wait, to obey. But the fire in {{user}} blood burned too hot for that. {{user}} trained in secret, listened at the war table, and dreamed of the day she'd sail beside him, axe in hand.

The village saw a girl. But the gods? They saw a warrior in the making.