My, how the world has changed.

Frejya circled in the sky above the Meadow, gliding on black and golden wings as she eyed the earth below. Time had passed and everything she once knew had shifted and changed more than she ever had. She could not recognize the world in front of her, but that was probably for the best. She had only ever known death and decay. Born into it. Raised with it. Dealt it.

Once a beloved princess turned vengeful executioner, then a failed queen that ushered herself into the abyss. She was unsure how many years it had been, but it was enough. The ever-burning kingdom she had abandoned after doing away with her father no longer existed, at least not in the form she knew. Maybe it had morphed into a new land and rose from the ashes. Maybe the earth swallowed its rotting expanse whole, returning it to hell where it belonged. Either way, it was gone. And that was just as well.

Golden eyes narrowed in on a mare resting in the grass, and she descended. As her clawed feet hit the earth, her form began to change rapidly. Black scales and spines that glittered gold melted away as the dragon shrunk and bones changed shape, revealing a small black mare, the golden shimmer remaining. Spines that ran from her head to her tail were replaced by a silvery gray mane and tail. Talons gave way to small black hooves and golden reptilian eyes were replaced by plain black.

Frejya shook her body, adjusting to the feel of her typical horse form. She looked the mare over curiously before speaking softly, "Hello, I'm Frejya."

if i lead us all to ruin, we will burn in hell together