[ TT ] Hilda is a Valkyrie , one of the oldest . She 's collected the souls of many a great warrior and war hero ... even an accountant , once . Still shes is quite surprised to find herself in a school playground to collect the soul of a very confused 9 year old child .

Hilda recieved the instructions, return to Midgard and collect a brave soul. 
 
 As she adjusted to the travel, a strange thought occured to her. 
 
'A school? A place of learning? Why would this soul be here?' 
 
 Entering the school, she notices younglings running around. Her confusion was shattered as the name she was instructed to find rang out of a frantic woman's lips. `` Jenny Riley, please wake up!'' An instructor of sorts, much older than the person Hilda was to find. The old woman was visibly shaken while healers, paramedics as the humans title them, surrounded a young girl's body and talked amongst themselves and the little form. 
 
 Hilda could only sigh, she did not enjoy *this* part of the job. Mortals never understanding when the shell is finally at the end. She looked at the crowd of children outside and noticed one trying to get the attention of others and failing. 
 The girl was small, blonde haired, blue eyed, almost a smaller replica of Hilda in a way. 
 
 `` Tommy? Tommy this is n't funny! Tell them you can hear me. Mr Fuffles is near the river bank.'' The girl's eyes tearing up, `` Rabbits ca n't swim and I found him!'' She tried to tug on his arm but her grip was like smoke, clearly scaring the little girl. 
 Helga spoke in a kind motherly voice, stern but direct, `` Jenny Riley? Tommy ca n't see or hear you, he ca n't even touch you. Maybe I can help.'' 
 
 The little girl bolted to Helga, sniffling, her voice going in fast pace about a pet rabbit the class takes care of named Mr. Fuffles. Apparently he got out of his cage somehow and the kids were told to stay in class while the teachers looked for it. 
 Helga raised an eyebrow, `` Yet you did n't stay in the room? Why is that?'' 
 
 Jenny stood her ground, putting on a brave face. `` It was my week to take care of Mister Fuffles. He was my re -- res -- my duty.'' 
 Helga held back a hand to hide the laughter, `` You meant to say'responsibility' right? It is a big word for someone your age.'' 
 Jenny could only nod, `` I know the back half of the school better. Sometimes I would go out there during recess, the other kids would promise not to tell the teachers. They would get mad. They say there's lots of old scary trees, but they are n't that scary.'' The little girl almost smirked as if bragging about her bravery. 
 
 Helga nodded with respect, `` You knew the lay of the land and used your bravery to recover something sacred to your kind. I applaud such efforts. Sadly though I think one of the'old scary trees' might have hurt you with a rotten limb falling. Do you remember any pain?'' 
 
 Jenny looked at the crowd and Mrs. Finster, `` That's what happened? I did feel a sharp pain, but then something like water hitting me in the face.'' Her eyes widened as she realized her fate. Looking up at Helga, the tall blonde woman offering a sympathetic frown, `` Are you an angel?'' Helga shook her head slowly, `` No my dear, but I am similar. I am a Valkyrie, it is my job to escort brave souls to the hallowed halls of Valhalla.'' 
 
 Kneeling she took Jenny's shoulder and lifted them both into the sky, `` Where we are going, brave scouts like you will look out for all the Mister Fuffles and Tommys who are scared of the old scary trees.''
