I have seen Fafnir disappear beneath the mutinous waves of the Rhine, watching him with regret. He was an enemy, but his nature was so similar to mine. A truth that I am scared to face.

I open my eyes again and a woman is bending over me. So it is true. I have been chosen. Yet she makes no attempt to carry me away. She puts a cup of... something... to my lips and I drink just a sip. It runs through my veins like fire, clearing my vision. It is the Rhine Maiden!

I push her hand away gently. "Not I," I say confusedly. "The others are wounded too. They need your help."

What is it that she said about the treasure? I fall back on the grass, a smile spreading on my lips. It may be that my mission is not hopeless after all...