In the streets of Cardisan, Freya roamed,
With no one to turn to, nowhere to call home.
Until she found herself at an orphanage small,
Self-funded and struggling, it was no help at all.
Her time there was filled with dashed hope and dreams,
Until an opportunity arose, or so it would seem.
A well-to-do family wished for a child to call their own,
So Freya shapechanged and became the one they'd been shown.
This meant that another child was overlooked,
And for that, Freya's conscience was deeply shook.
The family, not happy, was oft filled with strife,
And Freya was alone, although with Thine in her life.
With his help, she found the courage to leave that place,
To roam the streets once more, with a familiar face.
Older and more skilled, but perhaps not wiser yet,
Freya faced the world alone, bound by regret.
She returned to the place where the orphans still lived,
And set to free them from those who kept them deprived,
The Matron was evil, The Madam was worse,
Freya knew she must act, or things could only get worse.
One day, The Matron 'fell' down the stairs,
And Freya knew, she must now quickly prepare,
For The Madam's wrath, would bring such disorder,
So she ran away, with her good friend. Jorda.
Together they thieved, and caused some small crimes,
Until Freya stumbled upon a magical portal, sublime!
It led her to places far and wide,
And a city with Elven towers, that opened her eyes.
Freya was so enamored, she wanted to stay,
But the guards chased her out, she must get away!
But discovered and scared, she had to think fast,
And so she shapeshifted into the king, to escape at last.
Back in Cardisan, Jorda was taken away,
By The Madam's cruel brother, Freya knew they must pay.
She snuck into their hideout, and what did she see,
But Jorda being hurt, most painfully!
The Madam made a deal, oh what a sight,
Freya must steal the sword or face a fight.
So she snuck in and took the sword with glee,
But was chased by the Mentieth, the one man army!
Freya was brave and quick on her feet,
But she couldn't save Jorda from a painful defeat.
The Madam wanted the sword and all the children too,
But Freya fought back and killed her brother, woo hoo!
Yes, Freya fought bravely, and killed the man with sausage-like hands,
But she was caught by Keridral's daughter, who had other plans.
She knew that her father had Freya dead,
so she gave up young Freya, to Dornus, instead.
But Freya's sword was not lost, oh no,
It had a fate and a purpose to show.
But how this all happened, we have not yet seen,
So stick around, dear reader, you'll see what we mean!
And The Madam's power grew, through Dornus' might,
He raised her building up, to a towering height!
He planned to use the portal within,
to bring through his army and cause such a din!
And so it ends, our tale so true,
With Freya captured, and what will she do?
Will she escape, and save the day,
Or will Dornus rule, and have his way?