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FREYA: Beautiful.

MAN: My thoughts exactly.

FREYA: Who are you?

MAN: I was known as Olav Kyrre, Priestess.

FREYA: Olav Kyrre is dead.

OLAV KYRRE: So I am, as I would have my people continue

to believe.

What brings you to my land?

FREYA: There is no House of Night in Scandinavia.

OLAV KYRRE: And you wish to establish one here.

FREYA: Our goddess wishes it.

OLAV KYRRE: The churches here still believe vampyres to be

minions of Satan.

FREYA: Yet there are many fledglings in this land with

nowhere to learn how to become what they must become.

OLAV KYRRE: I keep them safe.

FREYA: How?

FLEDGLING VAMPYRE: Who is she?

FLEDGLING VAMPYRE: Have the humans found us?

FLEDGLING VAMPYRE: No need to fear.

She is the same as us.

FREYA: This is how you keep them safe?

By hiding them away like animals?

OLAV KYRRE: Would you rather they be hunted like animals?

Because that's exactly what the humans will do to them.

FREYA: And that is thanks to you, King Olav.

FLEDGLING VAMPYRE: What does she mean, Olav?

OLAV KYRRE: I was marked a year before I

was to become king.

So I hid the truth away by never removing

my helmet in public.

During my reign, I worked long and hard to establish peace

between the pagans and Christians.

The Christian bishops would agree to that peace, if the

blood drinkers were expelled from Norway.

I chased them out myself before the church soldiers

could burn them alive or worse.

After years of guilt, King Olav finally

"died" of a grave illness.

And I set off to protect the scattered fledglings.

I never meant for things to end up so--

FREYA: You had a heavy burden to bear, and we all wish we

could change the past.

But it's in the here and now that you have a chance to make

things right.

Do you not trust your goddess, Nyx?

OLAV KYRRE: It's humans I don't trust.

If I allow you to expose those fledglings, it will be at the

expense of their lives.

FREYA: But you can expose yourself.

These people still cherish their memory of you.

You could exp--

FREYA: You are a high priestess and therefore my

superior, but I will stop you if you--

FREYA: I will establish a safe haven for these fledglings,

with or without you.

OLAV KYRRE: Then I would request that you speak to Nyx

and explain the hazards of this madness.

FREYA: Earth, my element.

I summon you to stand with me as I beseech my goddess.

Nyx, I request the favor of your eternal wisdom.

NYX: I hear you, daughter.

But it is your own wisdom you will need.

What is it you would ask of me?

FREYA: Some believe that by trying to help the fledglings

here, I may be endangering them.

NYX: Is this what you believe?

FREYA: No, but I need your assistance.

NYX: Then you shall have it in the form

of my forest children.

They will show you your path if you survive their guidance.

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OLAV KYRRE: Those cats will kill you soon enough.

FREYA: What are they, these cats?

OLAV KYRRE: Norsk Skogkatts, sacred to my people.

FREYA: If these sacred cats accept me, then so too will

the people of Bergen.

OLAV KYRRE: And if they flay you alive?

FREYA: You mean, us?

No!

Earth, I summon thee.

You're bleeding.

OLAV KYRRE: Can't imagine why.

FREYA: It would be a shame to waste.

May I taste?

OLAV KYRRE: Be my guest.

OGMUND: Is it a witch?

HUMAN: She's a vampyre.

See the mark?

OGMUND: That's far enough.

HUMAN: How is it that a Satan-spawned

vampyre exists in Norway?

HUMAN: How'd she get them cats so friendly?

OGMUND: Shut your mouth, boy, and get.

HUMAN: I don't know what's demonic power you have over

the sacred Skogkatts, but--

FREYA: I have no power over them.

These cats accepted me, as I am hoping you

and your city will.

OGMUND: We've had no blood drinkers in this land for over

20 years, thanks to Olav Kyrre.

OLAV KYRRE: That's a mistake I will forever regret, Ogmund,

old friend.

OGMUND: King Olav?

HUMAN: You will leave this land, demon, and return to--

OGMUND: I will hear what he has to say.

OLAV KYRRE: Please forgive my deception all these years.

I'm ashamed to admit that I doubted my faith in the Norse

capacity for acceptance.

I hope you will prove that I was wrong.

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