It was a dark night, when Fella and his friends had gone door to door for sweets. They had knocked on every house, and every bag they had were now stuffed. Now they sat down by the neighborhood's lake and swallowed their candy whole.
Suddenly, Fella noticed a figure that was floating on the water. The group stood up and managed to get onto land. Studying it they saw it was a man. He had long blond hair and beard and he had chainmail armor under a blue tunic as he lied on a raft.
They noticed a sword lying next to the person and Fella, with his Viking costume, picked it up and started to wave around with it.
"Hey, Fella's a real knight now."
Without warning the sword started to glow and shot a white beam upwards. Astonished by the event, the party looked with awe towards the sky.
"Thank you, mortals, for helping to find this soul."
Fella and his friends looked towards the beautiful voice. It was a winged, pretty woman.
She held the sword with her hands and nodded her head as a grateful gesture. "His sword held his soul but was left on his ceremonial raft as he left your world." She said and took flight.
The friends now looked as she was nothing more than a star on the night sky. The mist that had been there was gone and they could see everything clearly, including the longship in the lake.