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 Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:48 pm
I've been writing the best part for the second or third time...can't hurt, si?
and I'm really into it.
Must finish before I give you the word count, I shouldn't stop...
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:16 pm
KirbyVictorious I've been writing the best part for the second or third time...can't hurt, si? and I'm really into it. Must finish before I give you the word count, I shouldn't stop... ^^ I can't wait to be done and have this all over with!
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:18 pm
Guess what.
I FINISHED!!!
50.5 k in counting, and I don't knwo why I'm so please about it, I won by writing the most depressing stuff EVER. *sigh* such is life.
I WON I WON I WON I--
okay, I get it. nuuuuumorebragging.
now, to figure out how to work Nanowrimo.com....
good luck on yours, dude! I'll meet you at the finish line ^^
and now, sleep. that creme soda wore off hours ago gonk
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:41 pm
KirbyVictorious Guess what. I FINISHED!!!50.5 k in counting, and I don't knwo why I'm so please about it, I won by writing the most depressing stuff EVER. *sigh* such is life. I WON I WON I WON I-- okay, I get it. nuuuuumorebragging. now, to figure out how to work Nanowrimo.com.... good luck on yours, dude! I'll meet you at the finish line ^^ and now, sleep. that creme soda wore off hours ago gonk I really hoped you would quit for the night just before finishing and let me beat you while I skipped school... Well, I've done damn good considering I had to skip a week of typing for vacation.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:44 am
Chapter XXII Surt stood, his eyes scanning out across the vast and empty battle field. He walked amongst the bodies, the plain covered by all manner of creatures – dwarves, trolls, light and dark elves, fire and frost giants, humans, and of course, gods. He came across a human male, an Einheri, possibly even one of the last ones alive. The Black God simply stared at the twitching and writhing figure. Finally, he raised his axe, laying it to rest in the skull of the man. Then he felt the rumbling, his knees giving out underneath him. Surt fell on all fours, eyes darting wildly. What the Hel was this? His fight had gone as he had planned, and he was still alive. The all consuming fire did not devour him as the Seeress had predicted when Odin went to her. He rationalized that this was not but a result of his glorious victory over the gods – both Æsir and Vanir. The World Tree was tearing at itself because of their defeat. The Lord of the Realm of Fire stared in amazement and horror as the ground before him broke, rising up as though dwarves were tunneling through it. That couldn’t have been the case, most if not all of the dwarves lay dead and those surviving were standing in front of him. The Black God squinted, leaning in as the ground broke up, a small black head slithering out. Several of the remaining and surviving giants, elves and trolls gathered around this spectacle. A tongue shot out, and that was when they realized what it was; a snake. But why would there be a snake here? Unless… Surt jumped back, turning and trying to flee as fast and as far away as possible. Another snake slid out of the mound, followed by another. With each passing second more and more snakes and serpents climbed out of the hole. One of the surviving trolls, never known for their brains, reached his obtuse and grotesque finger out towards the thin coiling creature. He never got another chance to commit any of the horrendous crimes that had helped the troll survive thus far. The serpent that he had tried to poke drew back, jaws wide open, fangs bared. Not a split second later, the snake shot forward, locking down on that grubby finger. Piles upon piles of twisting and writhing serpents poured out of the mound as the survivors backed away, weapons drawn, striking out at those few creatures that dared to attack. Surt turned, as did the rest of the army that had fought against the Einharjar, when they felt that rumbling return. The ground shook as never before, throwing most to the ground or to their knees. One unlucky frost giant actually fell into the mound, drawing the wrath of almost every snake that had come out. More serpents that hadn’t quite cleared the dirt shot out as the Jotun crashed into the miniature mountain. Snakes swarmed on him, biting and sinking their fangs into his flesh. Surt glanced over, not noticing Hel standing there before. She was weary from battle, cuts and lesions speckled her body. She was definitely one of the strangest goddesses; her body was actually split in half. One half was normal, though at times it seemed as though she was at times blacker than the skin of even the darkest dokkalfar – a black elf; the other was much more unique. That half was actually a rotting corpse. She looked at him and nodded, turning to leave with her undead warriors, dragging them back to Hel. She had brought forth the most vile of prisoners, the ones who had committed true atrocities. Now it was time for them to return to their eternal punishments along with these newly acquired souls – both from the Einharjar and from Surt’s army – for sorting. Some would be going to Hel, a world of eternal punishment, or to the lowest level of Niflheim which was used to house all of the rest when Hel was full. Others would be going to the uppermost level of Hel, where the Gods and heroes who died gloriously in battle would spend the rest of their days, though not all of the warriors – nor even most – would follow her there. Those that cowered in fear or did not fight valiantly, they would go to the second level, which was nowhere near as good. They followed her, the Queen of Hel, unable to resist or refuse. The brother of Jormungandr – The Midgard Serpent, and Fenris – the monstrous wolf, hung her head, dragging herself along the road back to her domains. Over a million spirits left their bodies and marched to their new and eternal resting place. Who knows what would happen when they all arrived? The earth had quit shaking, had quit quaking. The Lord of the Realm of Fire gripped his axe, unsure of what was about to happen. A tornado force wind began to gust, dirt and dust spinning around him. It felt as though the giant who turned into an eagle who made all the wind stood just above him, beating its wings down on the Black God. Surt turned, staring up at the sky. It wasn’t the ground shaking, the wind beating, nor the roar as it plunged to the field below it that got his attention; it was the smell. The stench of putrid, rotting, decaying, festering flesh that loomed over battle fields and other places one might find dead bodies; corpses and cadavers. A dragon loomed over head, immense black obsidian wings sustaining it in flight as it slowly descended to the ground. Its massive feet touched the ground, and Asgard shook once more. The dragon, that titan, that colossus, reared back, lifting its head into the sky, roaring so loud that most of the surviving warriors dropped to their knees, clutching their ears in agony. They all recognized it for what it was, Nidhogg – the Eater Beneath the Roots. Surt stepped back, one foot behind the other until he heard the snapping jaws of the snakes behind him. He turned once more, now putting his back to the dragon. The Lord of the Realm of Fire realized he could not kill all the serpents before he was bitten, so he leapt to the side, now able to see both the snakes and the dragon, Nidhogg. Looking back over his shoulder, several of those that had survived now lay twitching in the dirt, snakes firmly attached to various places all over their bodies. Surt snapped his head back, just in time to dodge the massive jaws of the dragon. He swung his mighty sword, hoping to bury it into the Eater Beneath the Roots’ skull. He didn’t. The dragon whipped its tail around, connecting with the thick torso of the Black God, who flew backwards, crashing into the ground. His sword, Laevateinn went flying out of his hands, clattering to the ground about twenty feet away. Surt gathered himself back up, only to roll to the side, for if he didn’t, Nidhogg would have bit him in half. The Lord of the Realm of Fire got back to his feet, jumping backwards to dodge the massive tail once more. If only he had been watching were he was jumping. Surt landed from his leap next to the very hole most of these serpents had slithered out of. It wasn’t until the first of the fang dug into his skin that he realized what he had done. The Black God howled in pain, dropping to his knees as more and more snakes latched on to him. Surt glanced up, screaming in mind numbing agony as the Eater Beneath the Roots bore done on him. Nidhogg stepped forward, rearing back as he beat his colossal wings. The behemoth opened wide its jaws, head cocking to the side as it prepared to strike. The mammoth, the Corpse Striker as he was known, struck forth, engulfing the leader of the fire giants in his mouth. Surt’s screamed echoed through the hollowed plain, none of his warriors alive to hear his call. Nidhogg and the serpents gnawed at the bodies much the same as when they had gnawed at the roots of the World Tree, the ash – Yggdrasil. *** With the battle finally over, Midgard plunged into the sea. The dragon Nidhogg – the Corpse Striker – and the serpents it had brought forth from below the Yggdrasil tree’s root returned to their rightful place, gnawing once more down there. The soul’s of those they had killed were taken by Hel to a place of punishment, a wicked damnation. The hall – known as Nastrond – where these creatures now resided was worse than any other place imaginable, with only one exception, Hvergelmir, where the snakes actually ate at the souls of men, especially Nidhogg. In Hel, which was shared its name with the Goddess who presided over it, the roof was made from writhing serpents. Their fangs dripped poison on those who were so unfortunate as to have to wade through the rivers of blood below it. Hel is freezing cold, and those who dwelt in this hall were given only goat’s urine to quench their thirst. If any tried to escape, the only door out was guarded over by a huge frost giant, Modgud. There is a bridge that leads to the front gate, for surrounding Hel is an ice cold river named Gjoll which is blessed with knives flowing through it. If any living being attempts to step on the bridge, their footfall will sound as though a thousand men were walking across it; however, if a dead man were to step on the bridge, not a single sound would be made. It was there that the entire army that had fought against the Einharjar would reside. Their eternal damnation and punishment was all but certain to bring about a change of heart, although it didn’t matter, it was too late for them. Surt’s fire burned through the worlds, all nine of them, devouring everything with their red and orange flames. All manner of creatures and animals, every race that had not already perished now was consumed by the pyres of Muspellheim. The very skies themselves burned from those flames, all of the skies of all the worlds turned blacker than black, no more light to guide them. Two humans had survived; a male and a female. The male was named Lif, the woman – Lifthrasir. They had ventured deep within the Yggdrasil tree, farther than the four stags that lived in the branches of the World Tree. When the fires tried to reach them, there gathered in this wood were all manner of those chthonic creatures – Landvættir, Hamingja, Fylgja, and more. The Bird, Bull, Dragon and Giant gathered there with the guardian spirits of every person who so possessed one. All the Landvættir who had guarded the world, specifically Midgard, were also there. Lif and Lifthrasir fed on morning dew, nourishing themselves on that and that alone. It was them that would populate the world, a new race of human beings coming from them. They were never unhappy with each other, and always very, very deeply in love. In the nine worlds, with the exception of Hel and Niflheim, the skies that had turned black and devoid of light now ripped in two. The souls of the Einharjar and others who fought along side them gathered in various halls including Andlang, which was a heavenly place just south of Asgard. Another heaven, Vidblain, was above both Andlang and Asgard. Asgard itself was consumed with fire and flood, often at the same times. Not all of the gods had fought, especially Forseti, the son of Balder and Nanna. Forseti was the god of justice, peace, and truth. When there was a legal matter, something that needed arbitration, Forseti ruled over it. He was a mediator, and all those who sought him he would help. Unlike Tyr, who ruled over carnal law, Forseti’s judgment was of more legal matters, and those who asked him for help held up his ruling. Vows made in Forseti’s name were always upheld, for fear of being cast down to Hel. For that same reason, no warrior ever dared take arms against Forseti or his homeland, for he was just. The God of Peace never ruled during night or winter, seeing it as an anathema to justice. Forseti's place of worship was Heligoland. According to legend, twelve Asegeir or old ones once wandered all over Scandinavia gathering local laws. They wanted to get the best laws from all the tribes and compile them into one set of laws applicable to all of them, thus uniting them in peace. It is said that after gathering laws from all the regions, they embarked on a sea voyage to a remote place where they could safely discuss the process of compilation. However, a vicious storm arose and while at the mercy of sea they invoked the name of Forseti to save them from peril. They noticed that a 13th person appeared in the boat and safely led it to a deserted island. There, the person (presumably Forseti himself) split the earth and a spring was formed. Having consecrated the place he dictated the unified code of laws that merged all the best regulations of various local laws and suddenly vanished. The island became a place of worship to Forseti and the spring was its holy place. It was in Vidblain that he stood, awaiting the arrival of those spirits who had fallen during Ragnarok… His heart softened, and he smiled when he saw the first soul to push open the doors.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 12:26 pm
Chapter XXIII Forseti’s smile was well met, matched by his cousins, Magni and Modi – the sons of Thor, who was Baldur’s brother, and his uncle – who had their father’s hammer, Mjollnir and his belt of power, Megingjord, in their hands. They rode in on his chariot, pulled by the goats Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjotr. As they stepped off, Modi signaled for the goats to leave, returning to Bilskirnir in Asgard in the kingdom of Thrudheim – sometimes called Thrudvang – where they would now live alone with just their mother, Sif. Behind them came some of the other survivors – Freyja, the most beautiful goddess of fertility; Frigg, the Queen of the Æsir; Vidar, the silent son of Odin who slain Fenris; Vili, one of the brothers of Odin; Vali, who killed Hod for his foolish mistake of murdering Balder, which he did when he was only one day old; and Hoenir, who with his staff will foretell what it is to come. The souls of the Einharjar, not all but a good number of them, came forth behind these Æsir and Vanir. Following them was the Valkyries, Randgrid among them who desperately searched for her lost lover, and they were in turn followed by the elves and dwarves. They took seats as food and drink were served. They toasted to those who had not survived; Odin, Thor, Frey, Heimdall, and Tyr, as well as all those faithful warriors – men, elves, dwarves, and even a giant or two. There weren’t many giants who fought on the side of the gods, but there were a few. *** Leif chose to go with Hel, following her down to Niflheim. She had agreed that she would allow the family’s of those that died gloriously in battle, but had not perished as valiantly as them, to move from the second to the first level. Looking before him, Thor marching ahead of him, though just as another person, his wild red hair bouncing around him. Odin rode his horse Sleipnir, though the eight legged beast was not dead. Tyr, his soul not cursed by the lost hand that Fenris had bitten off, kept constantly playing with it as he walked to the Land of Ice and Mist. Heimdall rode his horse, Gulltoppr, and held his Gjallarhorn in his right hand, left hand on the reigns. Frey reclaimed his sword, holding the hilt of Laevateinn in his right hand, the left resting on the flat underside of the blade. They hiked and marched for days without end. They didn’t have to stop and rest, no longer attached to physical bodies. All together, the giants and the dwarves, the humans and the elves, the trolls and the dark elves; they all walked together, their differences behind them. Well, except Thor. He hung his head, muttering something along the lines of, “Damn giants…” the entire way. Leif ran a hand through his own wild blonde hair, smiling weakly as they neared the entrance to Niflheim. He stepped forward, crossing the threshold between his second life, and what would be his third and last. There they stood in the uppermost level, surrounded by maidens bearing ale and mead. Others had platters of meat and potatoes along with other foods. Leif took his seat among the gods and the other heroes, snatching up a large mug of ale and swallowing it in one gulp. The Einharjar were well known for their ability to drink. In Asgard, they never suffered from the next morning sickness that often accompanies one who has drank too much the night before. Everyone fell into the joviality that they had shared so far above in Valhalla every night, the joy that they were so accustomed to. The war was over. Things would be fine now. Leif, never the most brilliant of comrades, had taken several mugs, and well more than his share of food before he realized he was practically alone, everyone else having already eaten, drank, and left. Stumbling from the table, Leif made his way to his quarters. They had been shown briefly before where they would reside, and he walked along, holding himself up on the wall with his left hand. He fell more than once, tripping over his own feet. He was a happy drunk, but he had so much to drink that he never even realized that the entire time he had two people holding him up and helping him along. His feet found their way to his bed, and he fell into it, not even bothering to take his clothes off. The last thing he saw before he fell over and passed out was what he thought was his long since dead wife’s loving and smiling face. *** In other parts of the world, Midgard rose from the sea, restoring the peaceful and happy world once more to the rightful way it should have been. The rest of the worlds were also returned, the fire burning out and rising from the ashes and turning back to the way things once were. Asgard, which had been covered by both fire and flood, was also restored. Barley ripened in fields that had never been sown. The plain Idavoll, on which all of Asgard was built, was spared, and the gods, having rested well, stepped out of Vidblain and walked to the center. They would rebuild all of this world, and make it so much more better. Forseti, leading the group, stepped forward, staring at something shining in the grass. They stood near the center of Idavoll, moving into a circle around the golden object. They sat down, surrounding the object, still unsure of what it was. Forseti leaned forward, wrapping his hands around it and lifting it into his lap. At once they all recognized it – the golden chessboard that most of their fathers had played. Forseti passed it around, starting on his left to Magni, who passed it to Modi. The last hands it touched were Vili’s, and he smiled down at it, running his finger tips over the top of it. He had played chess on this very board with his brother’s since he was born, and now they were gone. The gods sat in silence, simply staring at the board. When it was passed back to Forseti, he placed it back in the center, wondering what was to come. Hoenir stood, staff in hand, and paced about, thinking intently. Then it hit him, a prophecy. The former city that had once thrived here would be rebuilt, with better and more beautiful buildings. He saw how they would look, what they would be named, and where they would be located. He also was told of a god who would rise, fairer than even Odin himself. Taking his place in the circle, Hoenir sat back down, and began to speak, “I have seen what we must do. First we will build a glorious hall, named Gimli. It will be fairer than the sun, with a ceiling of gold. It is in this hall we will live. You see those mountains over there?” and at this he paused, giving everyone a chance to get a good look at them. “There we will build Brimir, those mountains are known as Okolnir. Here to, shall the virtuous reside. Another hall, in the mountains of Nidafjoll in the underworld, we will build Sindri. This hall will be made of red gold, and those fallen gods and heroes will live there. Lastly, a new god will arise, one far more powerful, wiser, and greater than even Odin.” A hush fell over the gods, who were dumbfounded. A new god? How could anyone be greater than the Val Father? Even Vili agreed that this seemed impossible, but if Hoenir says it is true, then it will be. They sat and pondered this for quite some time, some of them walking off, though never out of sight. Others talked to each other or even to themselves. Vali and Vidar talked about Odin and all of his accomplishments. Magni and Modi likewise reminisced over their lost father, Thor. A few took turns playing on the chess board, others wanting to reenact some of their victories during Ragnarok. Vili played against them all, almost undefeated. Hoenir tried to use his staff to predict what moves Vili would make. That didn’t work. When Forseti’s turn arose, it was hardly a fair match. The God of Peace, Justice and Truth was no match for Vili. Forseti never fought, and in his spare time instead of fighting and sparring as the other gods would, he practiced chess. It was a long and epic chess battle, Vili and Forseti going head to head, neither relenting. Pieces were being thrown off the board faster than they could even think about it. When it came down to the final moves, Forseti took Vili’s queen with a pawn, and that was it. After that Vili just danced across the board, prolonging the inevitable defeat. At long last, Forseti cornered Vili’s King, and ended the match. Checkmate. A small round of applause burst from the spectators who had watched from the very first move. After his victory, Forseti challenged the rest of them to try and defeat him. One by one they tried, and one by one they lost. One of them even jokingly said after he had lost, “Maybe they should change your name to the God of Chess!” Forseti laughed heartily, and all seemed right. The world’s were fresh and innocent, the blood that had been spilled across these plains washed and burned clean. *** Elsewhere, Lif and Lifthrasir returned to Midgard, having so many offspring that the human race was reborn. Their children spread out across the world, establishing new settlements and homes everywhere. *** Leif groaned as he woke up, rubbing his forehead and then his temples. Unlike in Asgard, here in Niflheim mead and ale actually affected them the following day. He shook his head sitting up, not even noticing the arm around his waist. He blinked, staring down at it, his brain not being able to connect and put the thought together. His eyes widened, and his eyes wandered, falling on the owner of that appendage. He smiled, tears of joy brimming on his sapphire blue eyes. She awoke slowly, rolling on to her back and returning his smile. There before him lay the love of his life, his wife, whom he had thought was long lost. She was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen, more gorgeous than the sun herself. Leif leaned down and kissed his wife, glad of his choice. In those brief seconds, he thought of his friend, his comrade, his brother in arms. Where was he? Where had he gone? Did he stay with Randgrid, or did he return to his family as I had?
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 3:58 pm
I'm proud of you! You're gonna win, AND you didn't have to resort to writing crap to finish!
Kirbette won through sugar and a violent OCD. None can beat her when she gets that way 3nodding
oh yes, and that's not to mention that she had to kill off a beloved character to get there O.o
yaaaaaaymoretoread! heart
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 4:12 pm
and last but not least: Chapter XXIV The gods sat at that plain for an unknown amount of time. They seemed to just sit there forever. The goddesses were at Vidblain, tending to that matters of food and appointing places where everyone would live. Some would have to travel away, not all of them remaining in Vidblain. The elves – both light and dark - and the dwarves left, returning to their home worlds to father and continue their race. A shining, bright and brilliant light shone down from the sky as the gods turned to face this eidolon, this phantom apparition. They stood, a few even stepping towards it. Most raised their arms, trying to block the massive amounts of light that bear down on them. Finally, the light subsided enough that they lowered their arms and stood in amazement at what stood before them. Balder and Hod stood before the congregation of Gods. He smiled softly, raising his hands to touch the faces of Forseti and Vidar. He wore robes so white they looked as though they had been made out of snow or ice. Next to him stood the blind god, Hod. His raven black hair fell around his face, a thick piece of black cloth covering his useless eyes. He smiled as well, walking straight to Vali and saying, “I forgive you…” Together, the gods sat back in their circle, continuing their talk of what was to come. Unlike when Odin reigned and made most of the decisions as a benevolent monarch or dictator, this assembly of deities decided that all major decisions would be made as a group. They would sit down and discuss all that needed to be talked about and decide on the course of action that best served everyone. No longer would the Æsir and Vanir be split, the gods were as one now. I stood at the very edge of this plain, maybe as much as eighty or ninety leagues away. I fell to my knees when I saw Balder’s return. I knew not what to do. He was back. When Hel had collected the souls, bidding them to come with her, I did not know where to go. I was torn between the chance to return to my wife and my wonderful sons, or I could stay with the beautiful Valkyrie Randgrid. I just sat there on my knees, hands at my sides, not knowing what to say, or think, or do. Crack! A loud sound blast from the sky, as though someone had thrown a boulder at a rock wall. I glanced up; a sight truly worth seeing met my eyes. High up over my head, Sol and Mani raced side by side, except it was not the same figures I had known before. As the Seeress had predicted, these two celestial beings had children, Sol had a daughter, Mani a son. I knew not their names, but the female paused, stopping her horse drawn chariot that dragged the sun behind her. The male flew by and out of sight over the horizon, his chariot carrying the moon. I rejoiced, temporarily forgetting the emotional pain I had felt but moments before. I could hear their voices crying out, shouts of happiness and joy. Why not? The gods had much to be thankful for; they had survived Ragnarok, the war of all wars; Balder and his brother Hod had returned, ushering in an immortal time of peace and love; and the celestial bodies had returned, the moon and the sun gracing the sky once more. I stood, walking away, turning my back to the gods in their joviality. I paused for a second, my mind not registering what I saw. Feet, shrouded in a white robe. My eyes slowly traced up the figure. I even saw the entire person before me and still my mind refused it. Finally admitting what it was, I realized Balder stood before me. Immediately, I dropped to my knee, bowing before him as one would to a king. He reached his hand out, curling his hand and lifting my head with his index finger under my chin. I looked up, staring into his eyes. Slowly I stood, brushing the dirt off my legs. He place the same hand he lifted my chin with on my shoulder. I smiled, wondering whether I should tell him or not about my problems. As if reading my thoughts he nodded, and so I began to tell him of my story. When I was finished he stared at me, as though contemplating what best to say. He leaned in and said, “I believe you already know that which you should choose…” I nodded grimly, and watched as he turned away. My choice was made, but it was a difficult one to follow through with. I walked back to Vidblain, wondering the whole time if this decision was right. I knew it had to be, and so as I reached the front door, I pushed it open slowly and stepped inside. I spotted her immediately, and stepped towards an empty seat. I grabbed a mug of ale and downed it. When she came by, I smiled, though I was sure she didn’t realize the sadness on my face. I took some venison off the platter when it came by, along with some vegetables. I ate quietly, not partaking in the festivities which reminded me of the days back in Valhalla. I thought about all of those days and nights I had spent with my fellow warriors, the Einharjar. I’d miss the guys. Randgrid came by, and took a seat at my side. I smiled once more to her, and she put her hands on my arm as I finished eating. When I took the last bite I dropped my fork on the plate, turning to stare into her beautiful eyes. I took her by the hand and said, “Let’s get out of here… I need to talk to you.” She nodded, and I grabbed my mug, finished my drink, then led her out. I passed the tables and placed my hand on the double doors to the side, right in the middle. Pushing the doors open, I stepped out into the cold night air, my Valkyrie Randgrid following close behind. The chilly wind hit me in the face. I stared up at the sky, glad to see the moon and stars once more. I stood there for I don’t know, just watching the moon. She moved to my side, placing her hands on my left arm, eyes fixed on the stars with me. I turned away, looking to my left. I pulled her in close, hugging her. “I’m sorry. I never thought I’d see my family again, and Hel… she has agreed to let them come from their place in Niflheim to the area where their husbands would be…” I whispered, pulling back to look into her eyes. She nodded, and I didn’t know what to say after that. I released her from the embrace, stepping back and trying to judge her reaction. Her hair shone a beautiful silver in the moonlight. She whispered back, “I love you, but this is your choice. If you choose to return I'll understand. I deprive someone of the treasure they held before me. Nor can I deny you your happiness, if you choose to stay I’ll love you as always, and if you follow the other I'll keep you in my heart and dreams.” I smiled and nodded, saying, “I really did love you…I want you to know that.” I hugged her again, squeezing her tightly. She responded with, “Your heart lies not with me, but with them. I loved you too, but it must be past now and not for the future. Go to them my love, fill their days with the same splendor you've filled mine. Perhaps one day, our hearts will be together again. I will look to the stars and know your smiling face and soft, sorrowful kiss.” With that, I leaned back, arms still wrapped around her waist. I kissed her, tasting the salty tears that laced her lips for just one last time. Staring into those emeralds one last time, I was sad to leave. We had great times, great nights specifically. I held her hands, and gave them a gentle squeeze. With that, I turned away walking to my destiny, my future, my eternity, my wife and my sons. I continued walking, and I never looked back. Not so much as a single time. Not even until I reached Niflheim and called out at the front gate, “I’ve come to take my place!” The gates open and I crossed the threshold, striding to the hall first, eager to get some food and drink, having not taken anything with me. I ate quickly, as anxious to just get to my quarters as I had to get here. I finished my plate and rose quickly, downing the mug of ale. I shook my head, the alcohol suddenly getting to me. I stumbled, thought I saw my old brother in arms, Leif, but I couldn’t be for sure. I saw someone tripping over themselves just as I had done. I giggled, and then paused for a second. What was I doing? I felt like a damn child who had just tasted his first bit of alcohol. I shook my head, pushing off the wall I had been holding myself up with and walked upright the rest of the way to my quarters. I opened the door, nearly fell over the small step, and bumbled into my bed. I laid down on the bed, wrapping my arms around the pillow. I rolled over, wondering if what I saw was truly what was before me. The last thing I saw before I dozed off into unconsciousness was her smiling face. I tossed and turned all night, reliving my battles… I looked up the hall from where my wife lay butchered, and my vision blurred. I stumbled, and had to catch myself from falling on the table. I could see blood and a limp arm lying in the hall. I started my way up the hall, but had to stop. I could not bear to see either of my sons lying dead. I had to see if they were alive though, and as I looked through the doorway I could tell that no heart was beating in their chests. I dropped to my knees again and cursed the gods. “WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?!”
And then, a flash, the scene changing.
Fire. A sharp and fiery pain shot into my lower right side. I stepped back and felt down; blood. My eyes wandered, first to my hands, then slowly up. The first thing I noticed was the crimson stains on his battle skirt, and they appeared fresh. Then I spotted something shiny and silver... no, iron. It took me a minute to realize what it was; an arrow.
And yet again, the scene switched in front of my eyes…
The elf swung straight down, and I stopped the attack, letting my arms fall some to carry the energy and momentum of his assault. When the timing felt perfect, I shoved back up, using his own force against him. He stumbled back, and I continued the maneuver by sliding my left hand to the hilt and slicing a deep jagged trail across the dark elf's chest. He dropped to his knees, seconds before I impaled him with Laevatinir, the last kill my sword would ever have the luck and pleasure of tasting.
The scene changed one last time, this time I was back in Asgard, underneath the same tree I had sat and stared at the sky for so long. I glanced down to see a lute in my hand. I felt like a bard, a true poet. I plucked the strings as I began to sing for one last time, “For her, I sing this ode of compassion
And I hope it will not fall on deaf ears
And I'm waiting for something to begin
I know you're beautiful and sincere
And now I can't wait to see you again
To hold you in my arms one more time
And yet no words that I could ever pen
Nothing I write will be more than a crime
For all these words shall fall forever short
To describe how much I care about you
And thus it is to this that I resort
And so I sadly have to bid adieu
And if I never get another chance
I hope that we will always have our dance…”I awoke with a start, heart beating fast, still in a daze, not sure if it was a dream or not, whispering, “And to Valhalla, one day I will return With tears in my eyes When the world burns And the gods die…”
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 4:51 pm
YOUWONYOUWONYOUWONYOUWON!
Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods.
*dansudansu*
*The Hustle starts playing* DO THE KIRBY!
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*DO THE KIRBY!*
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much love, dude, and now, TO NANO.ORG TO GET OUR WINNER THINGEES!
AND TO BLACKHAWK'S PROFILE TO DEMAND OUR ITEMS! hoooomigawds. How great is life?
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 5:35 pm
Thank you immensely kirbs. Life is great now that it's finished. If I publish it, whooo! I could make so much money, money I need for college.
I can't believe 50k+ words.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 5:38 pm
you will, you will.
okay, so question:
DONATIONITEM
or...
SEALEDLETTER
what's that anyway?
Kirbette is so proud of herself! PARTY TIME!
*dansudansu*
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 5:53 pm
KirbyVictorious you will, you will. okay, so question: DONATIONITEM or... SEALEDLETTER what's that anyway? Kirbette is so proud of herself! PARTY TIME! *dansudansu* I want a december letter. I already have a november donation item...
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:51 pm
HOMIGAWD.
I loved the ending!
And all of it.
Even though I skipped a few chapters.
But like I said,
chapter whateveritwas is marked, and I shall skip it as I read the entire thing again.
GREAT!
GO YOU!
pax y muchas amore ^^
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:56 pm
KirbyVictorious HOMIGAWD. I loved the ending! And all of it. Even though I skipped a few chapters. But like I said, chapter whateveritwas is marked, and I shall skip it as I read the entire thing again. GREAT! GO YOU! pax y muchas amore ^^ Thanks, if there is one thing I pride myself on it is the ending to my stories. I always try to give amazing endings. Can't wait to hear what you say after you read it all.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 7:29 pm
uhhhmmmm....that might take awhile.
Thanks to ADD and school and HOMEWORK *stabs homework* Kirby will have no time until the Xmas holidays.
But then, she will read it! Probably all in one day. Don't worry, I procrastinated on reading the best Zelda fanfiction of my LIFE, and when I did, I finished it in two hours and loved every minute of it.
.....was I rambling?
Point is, I will read it.
AND YOU READ MINE TOO.
it isn't done yet.
I shall add things to it.
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