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I lived in Borre with my family, dreaming of becoming a shield maiden or a velva. Until the Wild Hunt came to our house on Yule. The alves, trolls, jotuns and draugr were real. They stole Borre's children and my family. They say that the Age of the Wolf is coming. That the Twilight has already begun. That the Boundary Tree is dying. And the only one who can save the Nine Worlds is King Moon, ruler of Niflheim, killed or bewitched by the evil Snare. And only the Child of the Twelfth Night can find and break the Moon King's spell.