Yggdrasil, Profecia do Sangue

“Abriu a porta que julgava ser a casa de banho e deparou-se com outro quarto, muitíssimo masculino e antigo. Sentia que tinha voltado atrás no tempo, a cama tinha as mesmas dimensões da sua, mas a cobri-la estavam várias peles de animais. Também ali ardia turfa, o cheiro, era mais almiscarado, mais selvagem, as paredes estavam cobertas com armas, lanças, escudos. Sabia que não devia estar ali, mas estava fascinada com aquela decoração, parecia que tinha entrado num portal e voltara atrás no tempo, àquele local, onde vivia um grande guerreiro medieval. Sorria, perante essa ideia absurda.”
"Opened the door thinking it was the bathroom and went inside another room, extremely masculine and ancient. For a minute she thought she had gone back in time, the bed had the same dimensions of the one in the room she was, but laying on the top there were several animal skins. The fire place was burning peat, but the smell there was more musky, wilder, the walls were covered with guns, spears, shields. She knew that she shouldn’t be there, but she was fascinated with the decoration, seemed to have entered a gate and returned back in time, to that place where once lived a great medieval warrior. She smiled, before that absurd idea."