Sleeping Dragon bring me the horizon

Freyja was scared. At her words, the stormchaser blinked at her in disbelief.
 
It wasn’t that she had never felt fear herself before, because she was a child and there were times that she had experienced truly crippling terror. She was a bold character, though. Even though she was still small and had few months on her life, Thyri was intent on showing that she was far more capable than others would presume. She was the thunder fighter. Her mother had bestowed the name on her for a reason, and it was not to cower in darkness to be swallowed by fear. Beside this point, though, the child did not want her sister to feel the crippling dread that had spread through her.
 
Lowering her small body to the earth so that she could sit beside Freyja, the pup peered carefully at her with an intent expression. “Frey,” she breathed quietly, hoping that her words would rouse her sister. “Ste yuj.” Because they had to. They were born from great blood and though they were too young to understand it at that time, Thyri knew that they needed to be stronger than those around them. They could not fail.