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Valkyrie wiped the sweat out of her eyes and for not the first time since arriving on the island, lamented the loss of her magic. She didn't realize how many tiny ways she had used it every day, for things even as simple as keeping a cool breeze on her so she didn't get all sweaty. In a place as humid as the island, that skill would have been very helpful.

It was a minor thing to be annoyed about, but it helped take her focus off of the way her arms and shoulders were burning. The practice sword that Edmund had made for her wasn't terribly heavy, but she had been drilling with it all morning. She hadn't learned much yet, but Valkyrie was a dedicated student and wanted to learn everything to perfection.

Leaning the sword against a tree, she got a drink of water from her canteen and massaged one of her shoulders. She was mildly pleased with how hard the muscle there felt and wondered if maybe she should go hunt down Percy later since she felt like she was looking especially good in her sleeveless tank top and yoga pants.

Nodding to herself, she picked up the practice sword again. She would practice for another hour, then go see if Percy wanted to get lunch.

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"Exactly. I never know when I might be on the Wall again," Jon explained. "And I need to be ready at a moment's notice. Warcraft isn't honed overnight, after all."

"And I know everyone says that time doesn't pass back home but... the island messes with everyone so much, it's not really worth the risk, is it?" she said. It was one of the reasons that she continued to train, because she didn't want to be soft when she got back home.

"No, there have been threats on the island where my expertise was needed," Jon said, nodding in agreement. "It is better to be prepared and never have a battle than be unprepared and die."

"What sorts of threats?" she asked, tilting her head curiously. She'd heard the island was sometimes dangerous, but she didn't know any specifics.

"When the toys attacked? Were you here?"

It was a strange and confusing night, that one, made even worse by the fact that Reynald had been in grave danger and Jon would give his life to protect him.

"Yeah, but I mean... was anyone really hurt during that?" she asked. She knew that the things had been murderous, but in the grand scheme of things it had seemed almost laughable.