The Last Hero: Wayfarers

By Jessi Hammond

Freydis was rescued from a deadly blizzard by the goddess Freyja when she was a baby, but Freyja left her brother Haakon to survive on his own.

When Haakon died Freyja refused Freydis's plea to bring him to her Hall of the People.

The Fates told Freydis they would help her rescue him from Hel if she shepherded one thousand souls to Freyja's realm.

Now, after five hundred years back on Midgard, Freydis only has two more souls to find…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kincaid Publishing
• Release date: Sep 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201441784

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Freydis was rescued from a deadly blizzard by the goddess Freyja when she was a baby, but Freyja left her brother Haakon to survive on his own.

When Haakon died Freyja refused Freydis’s plea to bring him to her Hall of the People.

The Fates told Freydis they would help her rescue him from Hel if she shepherded two thousand souls to Freyja’s realm.

Now, after five hundred years back on Midgard, Freydis only has two more souls to find…

The Last Hero

One

It was past two in the morning when Freydis reached the mouth of the alley.

The alley was in the middle of Sydney, not in the bright and safe places that tourists flocked to during the day, but in the older, cobbled, steep alleys that were still left over from the Sydney Town of two hundred and fifty years ago. Lanes and alleyways that zigged and zagged and, at night, were places no sane person should be.

Especially not a nineteen-year-old who looked like Freydis did, with dark red hair and pale skin and green eyes and a willowy build that hid deceptive strength.

But Freydis was safe here, just like she was safe everywhere when she could use her gift of Stealth.

No one could see her when she Searched. No one could hear her. There were some people with hints of Sight who could sense her, but they were few and far between now. Freydis hadn’t encountered anyone who could see her while she was Searching for nearly fifty years.

The boy she was seeking wouldn’t be able to see her either. Not until he’d sealed his own fate.

But she could see him perfectly well, even in the darkness of the narrow alley.

All humans were surrounded by auras of psychic light, and this boy’s was shining like a star.

Freydis knew this alley. It zig-zagged between two towering office blocks, a narrow gap just wide enough for a vehicle to crawl along it and pass precariously close to the blue skip bins that lined one side. The alley itself was steep; it dipped down at least