[ 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 strolled down the street, walking towards the location of her next charge. 
 
 She sighed at the sights around her. 
 
 “ It ’ s a shame that things changed… I miss the days of war, when people actually had something to fight for. When people WANTED something out of life… ” She had seen the beginnings and endings of eras. She had seen people do terrible things, but there had always been people fighting against it. 
 
 Now though, times had changed. Oh sure there were the occasional fights here and there, but she never felt connected any more. Before, the wars were grand, and were publicized and were events. Now though, so many wars were fought behind closed doors, out of the sight of the majority. She hated going into those backrooms, waiting for the pin to drop so she could collect another soul, thoroughly unfit for Valhalla ( in her mind at least ). Hilda had been told that she was just being old fashioned, that humanity had evolved, and so should she. 
 
 Something inside her told her to stop, she had reached her destination. She looked around, finally placing herself. She shook her head slightly. This was not a place that one such as she should be. A primary school should never have to be visited by a Valkyrie. She felt herself pulled towards the playground, and she steeled herself. Even after millennia of collecting souls, she still found discomfort in some settings. A stronger feeling deep inside let her know that something was about to happen. She heard a scream from behind her, and turned to see a woman slump as a man brandishing a gun pushed her aside. 
 
 Adults swarmed the playground, all trying to get to him before the worst could happen. The children all ran, moving from corner to corner, penned in by the fences meant to keep them out of harm ’ s way. 
 
 A shot rang out, and a shriek followed. 
 
 Hilda turned her eyes from the mob around the assailant, knowing her job wouldn ’ t lie with him. A few feet from her, a little boy lay. She walked over to him, and closed his eyes, releasing him from pain. A shining image of the boy materialized beside Hilda, eyes filled with questioning. 
 
 “ What happened? ” 
 
 “ You fought in a war little one. You passed away, and now I am here to take you to the next place. ” 
 
 “ I fought in a war? ” 
 
 “ Yes child. ” 
 
 “ Did I win? ” 
 
 Hilda paused, and looked back towards the group of adults. The assailant was being placed into a police car, and she heard the police remark that they had finally gotten this killer off the streets. 
 
 “ Yes, I think you did. ” 

