by M. Scott Eiland

Xander stared at the beautiful woman. "You're a Valkyrie."

"Yes." Her voice was musical, yet strong: she looked amused. "We came for Anya--she is more than worthy of Valhalla. She sends her love."

Xander's throat tightened, but he sensed that crying in front of Odin's handmaiden was inappropriate. "Please send her mine." A worrisome thought abruptly occurred to him. "Are there bunnies in Valhalla?"

"Not any more." The Valkyrie laughed, and faded slowly from view. "We may meet again, Xander Harris--you too are worthy. Until that day, farewell." She was gone.

Xander wept, and wondered about the future.


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