Hello, dear readers,
This is my entry for the #ZapFic contest created by @Felt.Buzz. For the 132nd week the prompt is the word morning. You can participate checking the rules here.
The Gjallarhorn's sound met the rising sun. Frey rode to the battlefield with an empty sheath. He turned back to watch his beautiful Gerd once more. For the first time, he longed for his sword.
Versión en español.
El sonido del Gjallarhorn recibía a la mañana. Frey iba camino al campo de batalla sin espada. Volteó para ver a su hermosa esposa, Gerda, una vez más. Era la primera vez que añoraba tener su espada.