Hours passed as Jote paraded Shyael through the farplane, marking her as traitor of their kind. She seemed proud of herself and Shyael just let her gloat. The other valkyries stood in shock while others grouped together and whispered amongst each other in disbelief. However, frowns were everywhere.

Looking at their faces closely, Shyael knew that the upturned faces of angels were not for her. She was almost relieved, grateful that so many seemed to stand by her despite the words they were hearing. Jote dragged her towards the west wing and presented her to her favorite room. Shyael's eyes widened when she saw the beautiful fountain destroyed.

The waters that once trickled from the void ceiling no longer flowed, the glorious statues and beautiful stones broken, and the sheer curtains that once gave the place such a misty look, were torn and burned.

"What have you done?" Shyael gasped.

"I think I did a good job," Jote beamed. "Now, no one can look upon Midgard nor those pathetic beings again."

"This is beyond personal! It's Treason! You have destroyed one of the sacred possessions of Asgard. There is no way Odin approved of this madness."

"No," Jote grinned, "But what Odin won't know won't hurt him."

"I will tell him!" Shyael threatened, "I will shame you across Asgard for what you really are."

"Oh, my dear, not after I'm finished with you...which reminds me."

Suddenly a bag was over Shyaels head and she was carried away by the strong arms of Jote's guards. More long countless hours passed before the stuffy sack was lifted, fresh air along with the smell of death overwhelmed her nostrils.

Shyael was now outside, in a realm she didn't recognize. Before her was a thick but nearly dead forest covered moss. Such beautiful but horrid landscapes, no life came from this world and the ground looked charred and embedded with fire yet there was no heat.

When she tried to move Shyael realized her arms were bond behind her. Jote stepped into view wearing a dark and dazzling armor of gold and black. Golden feathers layered her breast plate and leg armor as she casually cleaned her sword. Undamaged, and dressed for a battle she deemed she has already won.

"Quite the statement piece." Shyael spoke.

Jote chuckled, "Witty as always...We will see how long that last."

"Where are we Jote?"

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Jote smiled. "Hel, a special realm of those who died of illness or old age. The last stop before being judged by the goddess of death."

"Hela." Shyael finished.

"Did you know this is also the place where she met her fate as well," There was pain in Jote's voice. "Along with an entire generation of Valkyries...all under Odin's rule. Do you know why that was?"

Shyael indeed did remember as it was a day that made history, and she was there. She remembered standing on the battlefield, damaged, worn and tired. Looking at the death tainted skies above as Hela struck down Valkyries and their steads like they were mere flies.

She lost a lot of sisters that day, so many good friends, some that willingly threw themselves in front of her if it meant sparing her a few more minutes of life. Looking at the dead land now before her, Shyael realized she should have died so many times that day. Even when Hela had her in her grasp, green eyes fuels with rage, she was spared when Odins spell ultimately banished her.

With what few Valkyries that survived the Farplane was created to protect them from threats...along with Odin's new laws.

"She was out of control." Shyael answered, "Hela became hungry with power and war, her mind tarnished with the thought of everlasting rule --"

"Wrong!" Jote spun around, pointing her sword at Shyaels throat. "Hela was beautiful and strong. She would have led Asgard to victories beyond the realms and we would have prospered together. Odin felt threatened, he couldn't let a powerful woman shame his pathetic legacy."

"Together?" Shyael looked a Jote, seeing the anger and sadness in her eyes for the very first time as it finally hits her. "You were in love with her."

"It was never planned but she respected me, saw my protentional and wanted nothing more than to see me thrive by her side." Jote continued. "But a king couldn't accept two women in the same bed, because what future would such a ruler have without an heir. No matter how much she pleaded we were shamed, disrespected and disgusting...and when war broke out over the right to rule, she was banished from this life. Forever separated from me. Then you came along..."

"I would have never been against your relationship with the Goddess Jote." Shyael explained, "I know all too well what it's like to be forced and forbidden. Is this why you resent me? Because I led the fight that ended your lover Hela."

"You led and took the credit for that victory when you should have died! Shy is so strong; shy is so brave." Jote mocked her. "You got everything, the title, the war, the marriage to Thor...Even hearing your name made me sick. Then when I found out your perfect life was falling apart, I rejoiced, seeing your sister's affair with royal knowing where it would lead."

Jote almost seemed so proud of herself, standing before Shyael with her sword in hand and finally telling her story like it was going to change the tide of her situation. In her eyes it was going to. "Then something unsettling happened when you and your sister were arrested for treason. Odin summoned me to the throne room. I, the Valkyrie of justice more than ready to make you suffer, is left speechless. Odin. vetoed his rule."

"Wait, what?" Shyael looked at her. "Odin accepted our plea?"

"The audacity of that man enrages me." Jote growled. "That he would forbid our love yet let yours strive." The Valkyrie suddenly smiled and leaned forward with her hands on her knees like she was talking to a child. "But do not worry, I plan to fix his little mistake...starting with your obnoxious sister."

"Tira? Where is she? Jote I swear if you touch her!"

Shyael was quickly silenced when Jote smacked her face, leaving her read handprint on her soft cheek. "You're so loud." Jote complained as she grabbed the Valkyrie by her hair and dragged her across the ground.

Running the lower half of her body over thorns, branches and rock until she came to an opening. Shyael felt the stone become smooth beneath her as she was pulled up upon an altar. Her arms were extended out and bond tightly once more and the bag was torn away from her face. The first thing she saw was her sister tied in a similar manner far from her in the center of the valley.

Tira no longer wore the jewels in her hair, or satin on her skin, she was stripped from her royal like clothes and now wore something ragged and slave like. Shyael came to the conclusion that her sister was now mortal because she could no longer sense her angelic grace.

"Shy!" her sister cried out, tears streaming down her face.

Shyael fought to pull from her bonds only to find she too lacked in strength.

"Stop fighting." Jote rolled her eyes. "In this realm your powers are useless. Didn't you learn that the first time. Heroes....become zeroes here."

"I'm mortal?"

"No silly girl." Jote poked her on the nose. "Not entirely anyway."

"Why? Why do this? Why bring us here?" Shyael growled "Was your constant radiance not big enough for you."

"No. I want you to feel my pain, to experience what it's like to have someone you love ripped away from you forever."

Jote raised her hands up to see the dark elves, goblins more or less come out of hiding and into the wasteland that held them. They pulled large cages and placed them surrounding Tira. The cages shook and raged on, Shyaels eyes widen once she realized hell hounds lurked behind its bars.

"You mean to kill us." Shyael concluded. "This is madness!"

"This is Justice."

Shyael's heart began to panic when the cages were assembled around Tira and the goblins readied the hounds release. But her sisters face in despair took Shyael in this very moment.

"Wait!" she called to Jote "I'm the one you're dealing with...kill me instead."

"I can't do that, As much as I despise you I need that little mind power of yours." Jote said brushing Shyael's bangs from her eyes "As soon as I get it I'll let you join your sister."

"I can't just give you my gift Jote! You can't trade it like a wolf pelt."

Jote ignored her desperate cries and walked away. In doing so she shouted a command in a language Shyael didn't understand. Quickly the goblins scattered as the front gate of the cages dropped. There was about eight of them all together and Shyael was completely powerless, both sisters knew how this was going to end. She watched as Tira darted her head back and forth trying to see which one would be released first. Shyaels nightmare had become her reality.

"Tira!" Shyael shouted "Look at me!"

Her sister froze and looked at her.

"You're stronger than you think, and braver than I will ever be and I love you!" Shyael tried to force a smile but only tears came "Keep your eyes on me okay...don't look at them."

The hell hounds lunged and Shyaels heart exploded. Her sisters' cries and screams flowed non-stop over the valley as eight hounds tore her, shook her like a rag doll limb from limb. The goblins cheered as her body disappeared within the mass of wolves but her screams could still be heard.

The screams, the sight of blood painting the ground and Shyaels on heartbeat throbbing in her ears became too much for her to bear. Thus, she screamed. Shyael screamed in pain and anger until her face was red...there she did not stop. Even when things around her grew louder her battle cries grew more fierce throughout the realm until her voice was nothing but an echo.