The Curse wasn't broken yet, but as he aided in navigation, the one that Cursed him had watched. Taking pity, while he slept, his body grew larger, more robust, the pain of the changes lasted mere moments. He was no longer the cursed Swan prince, he became Vigdis's War Eagle. Though he would need to learn to actually fight properly to continue to aid her.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04894-m145-making-the-effort -- Anon Guest
[AN: Well this is going to be tricky, considering tomorrow's prompt. Did you know that swans are the birds most associated with Valkyries? They can fuck your entire shit up if you cross them. See: Don't Mess With the Swans by Professor Bird]
There was one disadvantage with being a swan in the frozen north. Swans didn't often fly there. Being a dazzlingly white bird on snowy ground was excellent camouflage, true, but on the wing? Not so much when the skys were near permanently grey or the forest was largely a dull, dark green.
The good news, such as it was, was that even a grounded swan could break an attacker's bones.
The bad news was that this was the fifth time some asshole had shot him out of the air. At least Vigdis knew some powerful healing potions and ritual magic. Prince Odilio was very grateful for all of it. Even when the healing potion contained extracts from some very interesting mushrooms.
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