The heat of battle doesn't always produce heroes.
Sometimes, it's the trials of quiet conviction that produce results.
-The thoughts of a man who had once trained a child of war and a child of peace.
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[Well...this is a novel situation.]
"Where the hell are we?!" Hakon shouted in alarm.
When Hakon grabbed the ancestral axe, I wasn't expecting much except a test of martial might.
The others had stated that they felt something weird when they tried to pull the axe from the skull, but all that amounted to was increased resistance and not much else.
This also the case for the Storm Singers chieftain, who was probably more qualified than others for this particular trial.
When Hakon tried to pull the axe, though, something weird occurred.
My presence inside of Hakon's head should've made him more or less immune to the effects of mental suggestion or anything aether-based that tried to fuck with his head.
However, that didn't happen.
