Thunder roared, and lightning danced across a dark grey sky, but as soon as it all appeared, all the commotion disappeared. The only thing left was a rainbow arcing across a blue, summer sky.

Torunn woke up, her head still swimming as she tried to make sense where she was. Slowly she propped herself somewhat up-right and let her bright blue eyes scanned the land around herself, but she saw nothing but rolling hills of green and mountains in the distant. She looked up and found that she had been lying under a large tree, although Torunn was unfamiliar to what kind it was. She inhaled deeply, pleasantly surprised that it smelled light and floral, the petals of the tree's flower a soft pink and creamy white hue. It was like nothing she had ever smelled before. She inhaled deeply again, content for the moment while the sun's light that seeped through the leaves and flowers, its rays warming the exposed skin on her cheeks and forearms.

For as old as she was and as well as Torunn thought she knew Odin, the sly God always had a way to keep her on her toes. Even though he knew that fixing her sword was imperative, he couldn't resist annoying her while helping her. Or pushing her to her limits.

That, and no matter how old she was, Torunn would never in her vast lifetime get used to traveling to Midgard, though this place was so vastly different than what she was used to. Where did that bastard say this sword smith lived? What was this sword smith's name even? Totosai was it? The name felt foreign on her tongue. It was a name unlike she had ever heard of. Totosai.

Alas, Torunn would remember eventually – traveling on the Bifrost Bridge to Midgard always scrambled her thoughts and memories for a little while. Once she got her bearings, some food and hopefully some ale, Torunn would be just fine. That usually was the case with her in any situation she was unsure of.

She looked down at herself and sighed. Her leather chest plate, boots, shin guards, woolen trousers and two layered tunics she wore were already starting to make her sweat. This place was much warmer than she was used to. Maybe Torunn would find a stream or river to bath in. The cool waters would probably help with her memory problem. When she was still mortal, she liked nothing more than a dip in the freezing sea to clear her senses. The frigid waters helping to wake her up her mind, body and soul. At least, that what she had been taught. Torunn chuckled at those distant memories.

She gathered her shield and weapons, making sure all her provisions were in her satchel and stood up. Stretching her legs, she sniffed the air again, seeing if she could latch onto anything that seemed familiar but came up with nothing. What Torunn did notice was the amount of energy and power that hung in the air, and that it was coming from what she could discern as the west, the sun beginning to dip below the midday hour in the endless blue sky.

Torunn's survival instincts were beginning to work normally again, her mind slowly becoming clearer. She knew if she followed this energy, Torunn would surely find someone to ask where the Hel she was. Maybe whomever they were, they would have information that she needed to find the sword smith.

Torunn flashed a wolf-like grin. Hunting and exploring new lands were what she was best at. After all, when she was mortal, she was a Viking warrior. It was in her blood even if now she was more than just a normal human.

Gathering up the rest of her stuff and slinging the battle scarred shield onto her back, she began her trek towards the energy that almost wafted in the air from the west. Torunn could almost feel it to her core, and she liked the way it felt: Powerful. Ancient. Refined. Deadly.

She picked up her pace from a militant hike to a slight jog as Torunn began to assess her surroundings, finding that there was a large and open path of sorts in what look to be in the middle of a field. Her keen sense of sight told Torunn that it stretched for miles and miles in the both the direction she was heading and opposite. The path held very few people littering its grounds but until she understood where she was and the potential threats, Torunn decided to stick to the forest near that path, despite her curiosity wanting to explore it and see what kind of mortals and creatures lived here. Maybe some of them would be worthy to fight. It had been awhile since she last fought something, but she had to find this Totosai person and get her sword fixed.

"Look, Sesshomaru-sama! It's a rainbow!" A little girl, no older than eight or nine, squealed with excitement, her tiny hand pointing at a rainbow in the sky. She sat atop a two headed dragon who merely grunted at her giddiness, though secretly, the dragon loved hearing her laugh. The daiyokai she had called to stopped for a brief moment, his amber eyes scanning the horizon, while an imp – who was busy squawking at the young human girl for "Distracting his Lordship with this nonsense" and not paying attention – ran into the back of his legs. The tiny green demon fell onto his back and groaned in pain.

"Jakken." A deep voice said. Immediately the imp got up and groveled at feet of Sesshomaru.

"Y-y-yes, m 'lord?" Squeaked the vassal nervously, waiting for the usual thump on the head when he displeased his Lord.

"I sense something." Was all Sesshomaru said, and Jakken let out a sigh of relief. The Demon Lord could not help but to admit that he was thankful that his ward, Rin, had pointed out the rainbow to him. He was intrigued by the phenomenon for a number of reasons; not to say that rainbows were a rarity in Feudal Japan, but one only usually appeared after a rain storm.

And the air did not usually hum with an unusual, new energy when one appeared. Sesshomaru sniffed the air, picking up a strange mixture of a scent: it smelled of sea salt, but also earthy and vaguely of wolf. Though, it did not smell like any of wolf demon from the clans of the north that he knew. He was reminded of their hot headed leader, Koga, and of his pack and growled internally from annoyance.

No, this scent was not quite demon, nor was it quite human. It was something completely different, and whatever it was, it made Sesshomaru feel… Unsettled. He didn't like feeling unsettled. It was a strange sensation that he wished to get rid of at once.

"We're moving," Sesshomaru said, walking towards the rainbow. Rin cheered happily as Jakken rushed to keep up with the daiyokai, slightly confused.

"But where are we going, m 'lord?" Every time Lord Sesshomaru set off to somewhere new, Jakken always asked where they were going but every time, it was always in vain. Maybe one day the little imp would stop asking but today was not one of those days.

And as per usual, he was met with the cold silence of Lord Sesshomaru. At least this time he didn't leave Jakken to over see the young human ward. How he hated when his master left him all alone with infuriating child ward. Between her games and impertinent singing and merry-making, Jakken wasn't sure how much more he could take of it, but since he was the faithful servant to the Great Lord Sesshomaru, Jakken would proudly endure.

While lost in his thoughts, A-Un, the child Rin and Lord Sesshomaru had already made their way towards the rainbow as it shimmered out of existence. Jakken looked around, panicking.

"Wait for me, Lord Sesshomaru!" He wailed. Sesshomaru rolled his eyes slightly.

"Quiet Jakken," he commanded of his vassal, who immediately zipped his lips, slumping his shoulders in despair.

Sesshomaru lost the sight of the mysterious rainbow, but the scent and the power still lingered, and it seemed to be moving at a fast pace. He was going to find whatever this being was and how it was connected to the rainbow. Maybe it would be a worthy opponent for him to fight. It had been awhile since Lord Sesshomaru killed anything and he was finding he had a desire to dispatch of something. Jakken had irritated him to no end with his excessive and almost relentless talking, so he needed to find something to take his frustration out on.

The faintest of smiles flickered across the Demon Lord's face before it went back to its usual resting, impassive look. He almost was getting excited at the prospect of this hunt, and hoped that whatever prey it was would not disappoint him. Although, he should know by now not to get his hopes up about that. No one - human, demon, God or otherwise - was his equal, and he sought to prove it again with whatever this mystery being was.

After a few couple hours of hiking through the unfamiliar woods and dinner caught, Torunn came upon a river and small body of water that fed into it. The sun was beginning to set and even though she felt whatever energy grow closer and more powerful, she needed to set up camp for the night. The warrior woman stood still as stone, listening to every breath and heartbeat in the area that her sensitive hearing could pick up. Nothing sounded dangerous but she did feel something- or rather somethings - watching her. She wondered why none of whatever was watching her came out from their hiding spots. Smugly she mused that they had every right to be intimidated by her. As a Úlfheðinn – one of Odin's prized wolf berserker – they needed to fear and respect her. Torunn was the alpha here, and anything within 100 miles needed to know that. To pick a fight with her meant certain defeat, if not death.

Torunn threw her head back, her long blonde hair whipping her backside as she let out a long howl, again letting anyone near know that she was not to be trifled with. If they wanted to keep their lives, they knew to stay well enough away.

She set up a fire and small makeshift camp after she skinned her dinner, which was a small, spotted deer. It was smaller than the deer and elk she was used to, but she figured that everything here (and again, wherever 'here' was) was going to be smaller. She chuckled to herself. Maybe Odin had sent her to a place only inhabited by faes and dwarfs, and that's why everything seemed smaller and more fragile. Luckily she was the only one eating it, so it would do for now.

As the deer cooked, she began to strip out of her many layers that were meant for harsh, winter climates. Torunn wasn't complaining about the change of atmosphere so to speak, but she didn't wish to be over heated the entire time she was here. Torunn hung her clothing on a nearby bush and dug out her wolf fur pelt from her satchel and wrapped herself loosely in the fur. She also grabbed one of her daggers for peace of mind and made her way down to the small body of water.

Torunn stood at the edge, the waters quietly lapping on her feet and what minimal shore line there was. It wasn't as cold as she had hoped but she would make do. Looking about, she found a tree nearby. Her hands touched the rough bark as she stabbed it with her dagger, hanging her pelt on the hilt. Turning towards the water, a shit-eating grin spread across her face. Torunn took a few steps back from the edge, let a out another short howl and cannon balled into the waters, making waves crash on the shoreline.

She shot to the surface, and let out a happy "whoop!" as she did. Torunn loved swimming when she wasn't busy raiding or hunting or warring. Her blonde hair flowed all around her as she waded in the water, washing off the sweat and grime from earlier. She sniffed the air and knew that her dinner was almost done cooking and made her way to camp.

As she stepped out of the water, her eyes caught movement in the bushes near her clothing and pack. It definitely wasn't an animal of sorts since it was too large, and she didn't sense any sort of power coming from it, so it must be a mortal man. Hopefully to they would prove useful to Torunn and her quest. That is, if they weren't stupid.

She feigned not looking at her campsite but her ears were at full attention as she wrapped her wolf pelt tighter around herself, leaving the dagger in the bark of the tree. Torunn heard the slight rustle of leaves and out of her peripheral and saw a hand come out of the bush, and without batting an eyelash, threw her dagger in front of the hand that was trying to steal her provisions.

A seriously frightened man yelped and leaped from his hiding place. He was of medium height, darker complexion than hers and short black hair. He wore a short sleeved tunic and shorts, tied with a belt that held its own dagger. Torunn raised an eyebrow as she saw the man trembled where he stood.

"Who are you? Are you a thief? Or just a pervert?" She asked, walking closer to man. His dark eyes scanned the woman covered in wolf's fur before him, completely enthralled yet terrified by what he saw.

The man could tell from even as far away as he was, the woman - if that's what she even was - towered over him, and looked like her hands alone could crush rocks. Her hair was golden like the sun but it was her eyes that that frightened him most. They were the color of the winter skies of the north, ice blue and inhuman looking. He had made a grave mistake trying to spy on her while she bathed, so he did the only thing he could do.

Run.

Or at least, he that's what he had tried to. The man turned on his heels to escape but then saw a silver blur in front of him and before he could let out a cry, the terrifying woman had him by the front of his shirt, and at least a foot off the ground. He tried to pull himself free, but the woman had in a vice grip at the collar.

"Please let me go! I didn't mean to spy on you! Please forgive me!" The man wailed as he struggled. Torunn threw her head back and howled with laughter.

At least I know that the mortals here are easy to take care of. A bit of a shame, but oh well.

"So, you are just a pervert, huh?" She said, "Where I come from, perverts suffer from painful consequences if caught." The man whimpered again, and Torunn couldn't help but flash her signature wolf-like grin. This brought back old raiding memories from what seemed lifetimes ago.

"But I'm willing to let you go if you help me. How does that sound to you?" Her voice dripped like saccharine honey. The man gulped and nodded, too afraid to disagree and too enthralled by her voice. "Good. Now I'm going to need you to answer some questions for me."

After a few minutes of the man spewing his guts about everything she asked, Torunn had a better idea where she was. She still needed more questions to be answered, but for the time being she was satisfied.

Torunn was told that where she was a place called "Japan", and that almost everyone that inhabited this place looked like him. Except for the demons - those beings could look like anything and came in all colors, shapes and sizes claimed the pervert. Apparently the sword smith she was looking for was rumored to also be a demon at least according to legend. Unfortunately he didn't know anything else but since she was a being of honor, Torunn let him go as she promised, dropping him unceremoniously on to the ground.

The man scrambled back from her, but then bowed to her, his body close to the ground and groveling at her feet. "Oh thank you for not killing me, mistress. If I may ask, who and what are you? Be ye demon as well?" Torunn cocked her head quizzically, scratching it while she pondered but then shrugged. Might as well get her name out now; maybe it would help her find the sword smith demon faster.

"I am Torunn of Asgard. One of Odin's prized wolf-berserk warrior. Tell everyone that you see - man or demon - that I seek the sword smith, Totosai, and will not hesitate to kill any and all who gets in my way." She grinned dangerously again at the man who nodded and clambered to his feet to only vanish into the woods, fear propelling him fast as rabbit.

After she made sure that she was truly alone she went back to her dinner and settled in for the night. That night, she dreamed of slaying all the powerful demons of this "Japan". She fell asleep, her belly full and a smile on her face.