Freya Von Doom, Little Puck -

Little Puck was no ordinary pixie. He could bend the very fabric of reality with a chuckle, summon riddles from the ether, and, most importantly, he could turn any weapon into a melody. When Freya drew her twin obsidian sabers— Nightfall and Gloom —Puck would tap his tiny foot and the blades would sing a low, haunting hymn that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened foes.

Outside, the city awoke to a chorus of birds and the distant clatter of market stalls. Freya emerged, her cloak catching the sunrise, her sabers sheathed. Little Puck perched on her shoulder, his wings shimmering like dew. freya von doom, little puck