Cyril awoke to find his father in his room looking at him. "What's going on?" asked Cyril as he sat up from his bed. "The local guards from Westhaven are here but they can't get in! They are here to investigate last nights attacks" exclaimed his father.
Cyril nodded as he waved his hand, and outside the force field of wind immediately dispersed. Cyril walked out and greeted the Captain of the guard. There was a guard being bandaged up, resting under a nearby tree. Cyril guessed that the guard tried to get into his forcefield and was flung into the tree.
"Greetings Captain, how can I be of service? We have not gone to report this yet. How did you get here so quickly?" asked Cyril as he waved over pointing at the pile of corpses outside his house that the other guards were inspecting.
The Captain cleared his throat and answered "We had several large fires at the Silkweaver factory and shops in town. Just as we put them out, a flying body splattered on the town walls just next to the gate.
After we managed to put out the fires, we rushed to the Silkweaver estates passing by several strange occurances. I wonder, after seeing your wall of wind, do you have anything to do with them?"
"Perhaps. You mentioned strange occurances? Like what?" asked Cyril.
"Besides your impenetrable house, there was the flying man that splattered on our town walls, a group of beheaded mercenaries on the way here. Then there is the pile of bodies in front of your house and the pile of headless bodies at the Silkweaver estate." answered the Captain of the Guard.
Cyril smiled and nodded. "Am I in trouble?" asked Cyril. "No, but there is still many questions that need answering" replied the Captain.
"They are from the Bloodwolf Mercenary group, and they were paid to kill the Silkweavers and destroy all their belongings. There is a mercenary tied up at the Silkweaver house for questioning." answered Cyril.
The Captain nodded and gave commands to arrest the mercenary. "My name is Captain Williard of the Westhaven Town Guard. If you need me, just ask for me by name" said the Captain as he introduced himself.
"Cyril Soulsong, pleased to meet you" answered Cyril.
"What do you know about the Bloodwolf Mercenary Group?" asked Cyril. "This is the first time I've heard the name. Maybe they are a foreign group" answered Captain Williard.
Cyril frowned and gave a shrug. "If you will excuse me, I will go check on my friend" said Cyril as he excused himself as he saw Kyra at the door of his house.
"My wants want to see you" cried Kyra as she gave Cyril a great big hug. Cyril squeezed her back and nodded. "Is everything alright?" he asked. She nodded and simply took his hand and pulled him into the house
He approached Kyra's mother seated in his house and she looked up and smiled at him. Kyra's mother, Victoria Merchantile called him over to her.
Kyra's mother passed a ring over to Cyril. "This is the Merchantile family ring. Please take it as a reward for saving all our lives. Its a interspatial ring, and you can keep items in it. It also has my family emblem on it, allowing you access to any Merchantile shops around the continent.
The Merchantile family is a famous trading company with a shop in every major town in Eurathia. They traded in magical weapons, armors and weapons. They also held auctions for precious items that are extremely rare. With this ring, he is able to access such a resource. Of course, he would still need to be rich enough or have items rare enough to trade there. Still, it gets his foot in the door if he ever needs anything rare or magical.
A interspatial ring is a rare item in Eurathia. No one knows where they came from, only that they have existed and passed on down the royal families since time immemorial. No one today knows how to make one, which is why they are so rare. Sometimes a extremely rich family may get their hands on one, but thats practically unheard of.
On touching the ring, his mind also opened up to the space-time law that is embedded in the ring. "This is like a bag of holding from Asgard, but smaller in a ring rather than a bag.... ah... now I understand!" thought Cyril. The space-time law suddenly became clear to him, and he became excited. "I must explore this law more".
He knew that such rings were only owned by the very rich, or by royalty. He noted that Kyra was also wearing a duplicate of the ring on her finger. "This Victoria Merchantile must be someone very high up in the family. She actually had two of such rings? I'm not sure even Kings have more than one interspacial ring." thought Cyril to himself.
"The rings we passed on to the both of you are as thanks for saving our lives and as congratulations for entering StarRock. My Kyra is extremely fond of you, and we hope you continue to take care of her in the Academy" Kyra's mother explained as Kyra's face turned red.
Cyril thanked them, and as they had alot of matters to take care of, he excused himself. Kyra left with Victoria with the city guard as escorts.
Later that day, he visited Kyra, and they talked about what happened the night before, and discussed about their preparations for their move to StarRock.
This would be a new phase in life for the both of them. They've never gone beyond the boundaries of Westhaven.
Tuesday 16 February 2016
Chapter 10: Visitation
"Father.... father....where are you... I'm lonely...." Loki/Cyril dreamed as he is again floating in space
"Hela?" Loki/Cyril remembered as he thought about his daughter. He remembered the pretty girl as she grew up. He remembered her being ordained the Goddess of Death, because Odin only wanted to reign over the brave dead in Valhalla.
So Hela was given reign over the cowardly, weak, pointless and pathetic dead. She was ordained at the young age of 20, and as a Goddess she never aged since then. As the Goddess of Death, she had no chance of marrying anyone and destined to live a lonely life. Only cowards and people who died pointless deaths came to her realm.
She was accused of purposely keeping Baldur from resurrecting, who pointlessly died showing off. But being one of the favourites of Odin, Baldur was taken away to Valhalla.
She lived a lonely existance, and Loki could only communicate with her mentally, as he was not allowed to enter the realm of the dead while yet alive and immortal.
"Hela? Why are you lonely? Didn't everyone die at Ragnarok?" asked Loki/Cyril in his head.
"There are dead bodies everywhere father. But although they are all dead, none of their spirits came to me." replied Hela
A vision came into Loki/Cyril's mind. He saw Ragnarok again, but watched from an outsider's point of view. He watched as his body fell down through Bifrost the Rainbow Bridge. He watched again in horror as the realms fell down the World Tree and smashed into each other.
He watched as he could now see souls leaving their bodies. The realm of Helheim at near the bottom of the World Tree started expanding as more and more gods, giants and all other creatures started dying.
However, suddenly he could see a huge wormhole opening above Asgard. Instead of going to Helheim or Valhalla, the spirits of the dead were being sucked into the wormhole.
The Valkyries screamed as their spirits were wrenched from their bodies and sucked into the wormhole. So too were the spirits of the gods, giants and demons still battling.
Loki watched as Hela fled down the World Tree. All the realms were crashing down, but the wisps of millions of spirits could be seen sucked into the wormhole.
At last he saw Hela approaching his smashed body inside the Spring of Mimir, and watched as his spirit started rising out of his body towards the wormhole. Hela screamed as she cut a hole in the fabric of reality and pushed Loki's spirit into the tear in space. Then she fled into her realm of Helheim where she is strongest to resist the wormhole.
Loki saw the realm of Helheim expanding and swallowing everything. The World Tree and all the destroyed realms became part of her expanded realm. He also saw all the spirits of Hel being sucked out of Helheim into the wormhole.
As everything was in Helheim now, the last thing Loki saw was Hela on her knees in a desolate Helheim, full of lifeless bodies but with no spirits. It was completely silent and still.
He looked at his the pretty 20 year old face of Hela, with tears in her eyes. She was all alone.
"Cyril! Cyril!" he heard as he woke up from his dream.
"Hela?" Loki/Cyril remembered as he thought about his daughter. He remembered the pretty girl as she grew up. He remembered her being ordained the Goddess of Death, because Odin only wanted to reign over the brave dead in Valhalla.
So Hela was given reign over the cowardly, weak, pointless and pathetic dead. She was ordained at the young age of 20, and as a Goddess she never aged since then. As the Goddess of Death, she had no chance of marrying anyone and destined to live a lonely life. Only cowards and people who died pointless deaths came to her realm.
She was accused of purposely keeping Baldur from resurrecting, who pointlessly died showing off. But being one of the favourites of Odin, Baldur was taken away to Valhalla.
She lived a lonely existance, and Loki could only communicate with her mentally, as he was not allowed to enter the realm of the dead while yet alive and immortal.
"Hela? Why are you lonely? Didn't everyone die at Ragnarok?" asked Loki/Cyril in his head.
"There are dead bodies everywhere father. But although they are all dead, none of their spirits came to me." replied Hela
A vision came into Loki/Cyril's mind. He saw Ragnarok again, but watched from an outsider's point of view. He watched as his body fell down through Bifrost the Rainbow Bridge. He watched again in horror as the realms fell down the World Tree and smashed into each other.
He watched as he could now see souls leaving their bodies. The realm of Helheim at near the bottom of the World Tree started expanding as more and more gods, giants and all other creatures started dying.
However, suddenly he could see a huge wormhole opening above Asgard. Instead of going to Helheim or Valhalla, the spirits of the dead were being sucked into the wormhole.
The Valkyries screamed as their spirits were wrenched from their bodies and sucked into the wormhole. So too were the spirits of the gods, giants and demons still battling.
Loki watched as Hela fled down the World Tree. All the realms were crashing down, but the wisps of millions of spirits could be seen sucked into the wormhole.
At last he saw Hela approaching his smashed body inside the Spring of Mimir, and watched as his spirit started rising out of his body towards the wormhole. Hela screamed as she cut a hole in the fabric of reality and pushed Loki's spirit into the tear in space. Then she fled into her realm of Helheim where she is strongest to resist the wormhole.
Loki saw the realm of Helheim expanding and swallowing everything. The World Tree and all the destroyed realms became part of her expanded realm. He also saw all the spirits of Hel being sucked out of Helheim into the wormhole.
As everything was in Helheim now, the last thing Loki saw was Hela on her knees in a desolate Helheim, full of lifeless bodies but with no spirits. It was completely silent and still.
He looked at his the pretty 20 year old face of Hela, with tears in her eyes. She was all alone.
"Cyril! Cyril!" he heard as he woke up from his dream.
Chapter 9: Silkweaver Estate
As they approached, the Estate was silent. They saw several guards dead near the gate. They died unawares with their eyes open, still sitting or standing at their posts. They rushed past them and approached the house.
The second floor window to Kyra's room was open. As the approached, a dagger enhanced by wind flew at Cyril. He deflected the dagger with his mind and creating a gust of wind, he flew directly into the window smashing into the room.
He immediately lifted the mercenary to the air and sliced off his leg below the knee and ordered "Where are the rest?".
"Wwww.... we couldn't find the girl, so they went into the house to start the slaughter early." replied the mercenary in fear.
Kyra flew in through the window copying Cyril's use of wind. As she landed, they heard a scream from inside the house.
The man's head fell off as he ran out of Kyra's room. Kyra followed behind as the mercenary's body dropped onto the floor.
They saw three mercenaries were pinning down a pretty young maid, ripping her clothes and groping her. As Cyril approached them from behind, a loud yell came from the bedroom of Kyra's parents.
Not wasting time, Cyril made a chopping motion at the 3 mercenaries, and they stopped in their tracks as their heads just fell off their bodies cut by wind blades.
The maid screamed, and retreated backwards as Kyra grabbed her to comfort her. She looked at Cyril's back in astonishment as he burst into her parent's bedroom.
Kyra's father, Mason Silkweaver was lying motionless and bleeding on the ground, with a sabre in his hand. Kyra's mother Victoria Mercantile had her clothes ripped off and was currently being molested by the 3 men.
Cyril approached from behind and with a wave, the 3 mercenaries' heads just fell off their bodies. Cyril immediately grabbed a blanked and rushed to cover Kyra's crying mother.
Cyril then examined Kyra's father. Unfortunately, he was already dead from his wounds.
Suddenly another scream came from outside the door. He rushed out in time to see 2 mercenaries' heads falling to the floor.
Kyra had learned by watching Cyril, and the scream came from the maid who has already seen several beheadings by both Cyril, and now by Kyra.
Cyril nodded and gestured to the room, and Kyra rushed past him to see her parents. Cyril started searching the house silently for any last remnants of the mercenaries. If the earlier man's word is true, there should be one more man around.
"Ah, a greedy fellow" thought Cyril as he glanced from the shadows at a mercenary downstairs filling up his sack with with gold candelabras and goblets.
In an instant, he gestured as all the air abruptly departed from the mercenary's lungs, causing him to fall unconscious.
"Its over" sighed Cyril as he walked upstairs to check on Kyra and her family. Kyra's mother was inconsolably crying over her father's dead body. Kyra was also sobbing while hugging her mother.
Not knowing what to do, he gave Kyra a hug, then left to clean up the dead bodies lying around.
He searched all the bodies but found nothing of note. He then gathered the headless bodies into a pile outside the house with their heads arranged in a row next to the pile.
Cyril tied up the unconscious mercenary outside with rope he found in the stables. He made one more sweep around the compound and went back to Kyra and her mother Victoria.
They spoke for a while as Victoria thanked him for his help. The Silkweaver estate was too big for the two women to defend on their own, but they didn't want to leave Kyra's father, Mason's body there by himself.
So they put his body on a cart as both Kyra and Victoria sat on it with him, and Cyril led a cart to pull the cart over to Cyril's smaller, but more defensible home.
As he arrived home, things were peaceful. His mother was Cleaned up and arranged on the bed, while his father was cleaning up the house, throwing the mercenaries' dead bodies outside onto a pile of the other bodies.
Bart saw Cyril coming back with Mason's body. "Oh no, not Mason too" he said as Victoria got off and gave Bart a tearful hug.
Cyril lifted Mason's body and put it in the house side by side with Jemina's body as both their spouses wept together.
It was too dark and dangerous to go back to the town of Westhaven right now. Reporting the situation will have to be done when day breaks tomorrow.
They started talking for a while, and Kyra told both Barthelomew Songsoul and Victoria Merchantile about their acceptance to StarRock.
Both the adults insisted that they go to StarRock Academy as planned. Staying back for the sake of their dead parent would not benefit anyone. Going to StarRock would secure their future, and perhaps prevent such an attack from happening again, if famous wizards came from their families.
Both Cyril and Kyra nodded grimly, then hugged their parents. Bart and Victoria decided to sleep in the main hall while Kyra took the guest room.
Cyril entered his own room, and thought for awhile. He created a forcefield of wind surrounded his house. After he was satisfied, he fell into a deep sleep
The second floor window to Kyra's room was open. As the approached, a dagger enhanced by wind flew at Cyril. He deflected the dagger with his mind and creating a gust of wind, he flew directly into the window smashing into the room.
He immediately lifted the mercenary to the air and sliced off his leg below the knee and ordered "Where are the rest?".
"Wwww.... we couldn't find the girl, so they went into the house to start the slaughter early." replied the mercenary in fear.
Kyra flew in through the window copying Cyril's use of wind. As she landed, they heard a scream from inside the house.
The man's head fell off as he ran out of Kyra's room. Kyra followed behind as the mercenary's body dropped onto the floor.
They saw three mercenaries were pinning down a pretty young maid, ripping her clothes and groping her. As Cyril approached them from behind, a loud yell came from the bedroom of Kyra's parents.
Not wasting time, Cyril made a chopping motion at the 3 mercenaries, and they stopped in their tracks as their heads just fell off their bodies cut by wind blades.
The maid screamed, and retreated backwards as Kyra grabbed her to comfort her. She looked at Cyril's back in astonishment as he burst into her parent's bedroom.
Kyra's father, Mason Silkweaver was lying motionless and bleeding on the ground, with a sabre in his hand. Kyra's mother Victoria Mercantile had her clothes ripped off and was currently being molested by the 3 men.
Cyril approached from behind and with a wave, the 3 mercenaries' heads just fell off their bodies. Cyril immediately grabbed a blanked and rushed to cover Kyra's crying mother.
Cyril then examined Kyra's father. Unfortunately, he was already dead from his wounds.
Suddenly another scream came from outside the door. He rushed out in time to see 2 mercenaries' heads falling to the floor.
Kyra had learned by watching Cyril, and the scream came from the maid who has already seen several beheadings by both Cyril, and now by Kyra.
Cyril nodded and gestured to the room, and Kyra rushed past him to see her parents. Cyril started searching the house silently for any last remnants of the mercenaries. If the earlier man's word is true, there should be one more man around.
"Ah, a greedy fellow" thought Cyril as he glanced from the shadows at a mercenary downstairs filling up his sack with with gold candelabras and goblets.
In an instant, he gestured as all the air abruptly departed from the mercenary's lungs, causing him to fall unconscious.
"Its over" sighed Cyril as he walked upstairs to check on Kyra and her family. Kyra's mother was inconsolably crying over her father's dead body. Kyra was also sobbing while hugging her mother.
Not knowing what to do, he gave Kyra a hug, then left to clean up the dead bodies lying around.
He searched all the bodies but found nothing of note. He then gathered the headless bodies into a pile outside the house with their heads arranged in a row next to the pile.
Cyril tied up the unconscious mercenary outside with rope he found in the stables. He made one more sweep around the compound and went back to Kyra and her mother Victoria.
They spoke for a while as Victoria thanked him for his help. The Silkweaver estate was too big for the two women to defend on their own, but they didn't want to leave Kyra's father, Mason's body there by himself.
So they put his body on a cart as both Kyra and Victoria sat on it with him, and Cyril led a cart to pull the cart over to Cyril's smaller, but more defensible home.
As he arrived home, things were peaceful. His mother was Cleaned up and arranged on the bed, while his father was cleaning up the house, throwing the mercenaries' dead bodies outside onto a pile of the other bodies.
Bart saw Cyril coming back with Mason's body. "Oh no, not Mason too" he said as Victoria got off and gave Bart a tearful hug.
Cyril lifted Mason's body and put it in the house side by side with Jemina's body as both their spouses wept together.
It was too dark and dangerous to go back to the town of Westhaven right now. Reporting the situation will have to be done when day breaks tomorrow.
They started talking for a while, and Kyra told both Barthelomew Songsoul and Victoria Merchantile about their acceptance to StarRock.
Both the adults insisted that they go to StarRock Academy as planned. Staying back for the sake of their dead parent would not benefit anyone. Going to StarRock would secure their future, and perhaps prevent such an attack from happening again, if famous wizards came from their families.
Both Cyril and Kyra nodded grimly, then hugged their parents. Bart and Victoria decided to sleep in the main hall while Kyra took the guest room.
Cyril entered his own room, and thought for awhile. He created a forcefield of wind surrounded his house. After he was satisfied, he fell into a deep sleep
Chapter 8: Ambush
Cyril walked slowly with Kyra on his back. He did not want to wake her, and he was also enjoying her close body contact as he carried her towards their homes.
As they set out from Westhaven late in the day and took their time walking home it started getting dark.
It would take another half hour to get home at his pace, and he knew his parents and Kyra's parents would be eagerly awaiting their return.
Cyril sensed people up ahead, but not fearing mere men, Cyril continued walking down the path.
Suddenly 20 men appeared from the shadows of the trees surrounding them.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" asked Cyril, eyeing them as they circled him and Kyra, who was still on his back.
The men didn't reply instead started leering at them. "Look at that pretty girl on his back. We will have good fun with her. The pretty boy will be good to fuck too!" one of the men crudely said. "I'll cut off your dick and stuff it in your mouth, and make you my sex toy, boy", another man crudely mentioned as he licked his sword.
A large man to acted like their leader said "Quickly take them. You can have your fun with the pretty boy, but the girl is mine. We can't take too long, we must destroy the Silkweaver home by tonight"
"Mercenaries" thought Cyril grimly. As they all started moving closer with their weapons drawn, some of them had flames coming out of their weapons, others had ice or wind on their blades using their elemental weaving abilities.
Cyril had his hands occupied was still holding on to Kyra and didn't make a move. He calmly stared at them and as he gestured, all the weapons backfired on the men.
The men using flame enhanced weapons had their weapons suddenly explode in a fireball, burning the hands holding the weapons to ashes.
The men using wind and water weapons suddenly had their hands cut to pieces by those very same elements.
The men all yelled in pain as they nursed the stumps on their arms where their hands used to be.
"What is your mission?" Cyril asked the leader as he grabbed the large man who was missing both hands.
*Pteeu* the man spit at Cyril. Cyril waved his hand and the spit rebounded in mid air and landed on the man's own face.
Cyril lifted his hand and the man's stumps that was still smoking started blazing again, up to his elbows.
"We are paid to kill the Silkweaver family, and kill everyone nearby" screamed the leader.
"Who are you and who hired you to do this?" Cyril asked. "We are the Bloodwolf Mercenary group. I do not know who hired us, as I am merely a group leader" answered the large man in pain.
Cyril suddenly thought of his parents. "How many of you came here for this mission?" Cyril asked counting 20 men in front of him. "40 people" replied the leader.
A chill went down his spine as he quickly asked "Where are the other 20 people?". The leader replied "We have 10 people scouting ahead, and another 10 went ahead to kill the people of the house on the way to the Silkweaver estate."
Cyril's eyes flared up as he thought of his parents in dire danger.
With an evil gleam in his eye commanded the wind around him. Suddenly, the heads of all the men simply fell off, cut by wind.
Kyra started stirring as Cyril was now running with her on his back. "Whats happening?" she asked as she was still embarrassed by their experience earlier. "Mercenaries are going to kill out families" Cyril quickly replied.
Kyra jumped off his back and started running alongside him. "What? Why?" she asked again. "I only know they are from the Bloodwolf Mercenary group. Only their higher ups know who hired them" Cyril grimly replied.
They arrived at Cyril's house and there were 3 mercenaries dead outside the house with daggers embedded in their faces. The house was on fire and there were sounds of battle coming from behind the house.
"Stay here, and do not hesitate to kill anyone you don't recognize!" Cyril ordered Kyra. She grimly nodded and conjured a snake of water to circle her body in readiness.
Cyril waved his left hand and all the flames on his house moved into his hands extinguishing the flames on his house. His left hand formed a flaming fist as he moved inside.
There was no one there but there were signs of a battle, as furniture was broken, and another dead mercenary was on the floor with a dagger in his neck. He saw a trail of blood leading out the back door, and the back door was smashed.
He rushed out the back and followed the trail of blood. As he went further into the forest behind the creek, he saw a mercenary bandaging his leg.
Without mercy, he sliced the mercenary's bandaged leg right off and lifted the man in the air using his air abilities
"How many of you are here? Where are the rest?" Cyril asked menacingly.
The Mercenary replied fearfully as his leg bled out "There is another 5 of us who went deeper into the forest to kill this troublesome couple. The troublesome woman is hurt badly so they won't put up too much more of a fight".
Uncontrollable rage built up from Cyril's chest as he made a throwing gesture, and the men was flung high and far into the air. Cyril did not know or care where the man landed, but he was sure he was dead.
Cyril rushed deeper and heard sounds of laughter. He looked ahead and saw his parents surrounded by 5 mercenaries with flaming crossbows and ice or flaming swords ready to strike. Cyril's father was standing in front of his mother protecting her in a corner, and his mother was bleeding badly from the abdomen.
"Its futile to protect that bitch. Both your fates are sealed!" said one of the men who fired his crossbow at Cyril's father. Suddenly, the flaming bolt was deflected in mid-air, as if it hit an invisible wall of air.
The men were shocked and turned around to see Cyril looking at them with eyes so malicious that all the hairs on their body stood up.
With a thought, the 5 men were engulfed in a ball of wind, and as it instantly dispersed, there was only meat and bones left. It was as if they were shredded into mince, without even a chance to scream or make a noise.
Cyril rushed to his shocked father asking "Are you alright?". Bartholomew nodded to his son "I've only a few minor scratches. Your mother protected me". Cyril then rushed to his mother, who was bleeding badly and examined her.
She looked at him weakly. She had lost too much blood, and was barely conscious. She opened her eyes and looked at Cyril and his father. "Take care of each other, I love you both so much" she said as tears fell from her eyes.
Then, she closed her eyes and departed. Cyril's father cried in pain as he rushed to pick her up. Both of them wept as they slowly walked back to their house.
Kyra met Cyril and his father behind their house, and ran to hug Cyril. They held each other with tears in their eyes as they followed his father to the house, still carrying his mother.
Cyril and Kyra hastily cleaned up the bed and Cyril's father carefully laid Jemina on it.
Cyril looked at Kyra who was looking anxiously at him. He understood that they needed to go her home as soon as possible.
As the danger had passed, Cyril informed his father that he had to go help Kyra's family. Bartholomew nodded grimly and gave his son a hug.
They then rushed towards the Silkweaver estate with haste.
As they set out from Westhaven late in the day and took their time walking home it started getting dark.
It would take another half hour to get home at his pace, and he knew his parents and Kyra's parents would be eagerly awaiting their return.
Cyril sensed people up ahead, but not fearing mere men, Cyril continued walking down the path.
Suddenly 20 men appeared from the shadows of the trees surrounding them.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" asked Cyril, eyeing them as they circled him and Kyra, who was still on his back.
The men didn't reply instead started leering at them. "Look at that pretty girl on his back. We will have good fun with her. The pretty boy will be good to fuck too!" one of the men crudely said. "I'll cut off your dick and stuff it in your mouth, and make you my sex toy, boy", another man crudely mentioned as he licked his sword.
A large man to acted like their leader said "Quickly take them. You can have your fun with the pretty boy, but the girl is mine. We can't take too long, we must destroy the Silkweaver home by tonight"
"Mercenaries" thought Cyril grimly. As they all started moving closer with their weapons drawn, some of them had flames coming out of their weapons, others had ice or wind on their blades using their elemental weaving abilities.
Cyril had his hands occupied was still holding on to Kyra and didn't make a move. He calmly stared at them and as he gestured, all the weapons backfired on the men.
The men using flame enhanced weapons had their weapons suddenly explode in a fireball, burning the hands holding the weapons to ashes.
The men using wind and water weapons suddenly had their hands cut to pieces by those very same elements.
The men all yelled in pain as they nursed the stumps on their arms where their hands used to be.
"What is your mission?" Cyril asked the leader as he grabbed the large man who was missing both hands.
*Pteeu* the man spit at Cyril. Cyril waved his hand and the spit rebounded in mid air and landed on the man's own face.
Cyril lifted his hand and the man's stumps that was still smoking started blazing again, up to his elbows.
"We are paid to kill the Silkweaver family, and kill everyone nearby" screamed the leader.
"Who are you and who hired you to do this?" Cyril asked. "We are the Bloodwolf Mercenary group. I do not know who hired us, as I am merely a group leader" answered the large man in pain.
Cyril suddenly thought of his parents. "How many of you came here for this mission?" Cyril asked counting 20 men in front of him. "40 people" replied the leader.
A chill went down his spine as he quickly asked "Where are the other 20 people?". The leader replied "We have 10 people scouting ahead, and another 10 went ahead to kill the people of the house on the way to the Silkweaver estate."
Cyril's eyes flared up as he thought of his parents in dire danger.
With an evil gleam in his eye commanded the wind around him. Suddenly, the heads of all the men simply fell off, cut by wind.
Kyra started stirring as Cyril was now running with her on his back. "Whats happening?" she asked as she was still embarrassed by their experience earlier. "Mercenaries are going to kill out families" Cyril quickly replied.
Kyra jumped off his back and started running alongside him. "What? Why?" she asked again. "I only know they are from the Bloodwolf Mercenary group. Only their higher ups know who hired them" Cyril grimly replied.
They arrived at Cyril's house and there were 3 mercenaries dead outside the house with daggers embedded in their faces. The house was on fire and there were sounds of battle coming from behind the house.
"Stay here, and do not hesitate to kill anyone you don't recognize!" Cyril ordered Kyra. She grimly nodded and conjured a snake of water to circle her body in readiness.
Cyril waved his left hand and all the flames on his house moved into his hands extinguishing the flames on his house. His left hand formed a flaming fist as he moved inside.
There was no one there but there were signs of a battle, as furniture was broken, and another dead mercenary was on the floor with a dagger in his neck. He saw a trail of blood leading out the back door, and the back door was smashed.
He rushed out the back and followed the trail of blood. As he went further into the forest behind the creek, he saw a mercenary bandaging his leg.
Without mercy, he sliced the mercenary's bandaged leg right off and lifted the man in the air using his air abilities
"How many of you are here? Where are the rest?" Cyril asked menacingly.
The Mercenary replied fearfully as his leg bled out "There is another 5 of us who went deeper into the forest to kill this troublesome couple. The troublesome woman is hurt badly so they won't put up too much more of a fight".
Uncontrollable rage built up from Cyril's chest as he made a throwing gesture, and the men was flung high and far into the air. Cyril did not know or care where the man landed, but he was sure he was dead.
Cyril rushed deeper and heard sounds of laughter. He looked ahead and saw his parents surrounded by 5 mercenaries with flaming crossbows and ice or flaming swords ready to strike. Cyril's father was standing in front of his mother protecting her in a corner, and his mother was bleeding badly from the abdomen.
"Its futile to protect that bitch. Both your fates are sealed!" said one of the men who fired his crossbow at Cyril's father. Suddenly, the flaming bolt was deflected in mid-air, as if it hit an invisible wall of air.
The men were shocked and turned around to see Cyril looking at them with eyes so malicious that all the hairs on their body stood up.
With a thought, the 5 men were engulfed in a ball of wind, and as it instantly dispersed, there was only meat and bones left. It was as if they were shredded into mince, without even a chance to scream or make a noise.
Cyril rushed to his shocked father asking "Are you alright?". Bartholomew nodded to his son "I've only a few minor scratches. Your mother protected me". Cyril then rushed to his mother, who was bleeding badly and examined her.
She looked at him weakly. She had lost too much blood, and was barely conscious. She opened her eyes and looked at Cyril and his father. "Take care of each other, I love you both so much" she said as tears fell from her eyes.
Then, she closed her eyes and departed. Cyril's father cried in pain as he rushed to pick her up. Both of them wept as they slowly walked back to their house.
Kyra met Cyril and his father behind their house, and ran to hug Cyril. They held each other with tears in their eyes as they followed his father to the house, still carrying his mother.
Cyril and Kyra hastily cleaned up the bed and Cyril's father carefully laid Jemina on it.
Cyril looked at Kyra who was looking anxiously at him. He understood that they needed to go her home as soon as possible.
As the danger had passed, Cyril informed his father that he had to go help Kyra's family. Bartholomew nodded grimly and gave his son a hug.
They then rushed towards the Silkweaver estate with haste.
Chapter 7: Elemental Laws
Kyra chatted excitedly with Cyril on the walk back. "How did you control those elements? How did you resist the fire?" Kyra asked. All the while Cyril was beaming at Kyra. "You are a one in a million talent Kyra. You had such a high result for both water and air weaving potential" replied Cyril. Kyra frowned "Don't avoid my questions. You can control all 4 elements. My potential is not even close to yours" said Kyra.
Cyril signed and answered "Actually, I have no natural potential for any of the elements. I apparently can't even generate any element of my own. But when an element is used, I can manipulate them instead, since I think I have understood some of the laws of each elemental"
"How can you say you have no potential and but you can control the elements? That makes no sense! Our people have been weaving elements for as long as our history, and no one has ever explained it that way" sulked Kyra.
She tried to form a small pillar of water in her hand, and did so for a few seconds, and then it fell apart. Then she tried to form a ball of wind, and she succeeded for a short while but it also disappeared.
Cyril looked at her and held one hand in each of his hands. "Understand the law, and the rest are merely tricks" Cyril said as suddenly Kyra's body became filled with energy.
As he held her hands, a pillar of water appeared 5 foot high formed on the right palm, while a 5 foot tornado appeared on her left.
Kyra's mind suddenly exploded with understanding of the laws of air and water. The water pillar and wind tornado in her hand then started merging together and formed a tornado of water and air 10 feet high.
Cyril watched enviously. He probably could do the same feat now, but he couldn't summon water out of the blue like Kyra or any other water weavers could.
Kyra's body suddenly climaxed with ecstasy as she collapsed into Cyril's arms. The 10 foot air and water tornado broke apart and drenched both of them with water. Kyra's body was flushed red as she looked at Cyril weakly. "What did you do to me? I can feel the elements in every pore of my body as I have never felt them before".
"I thought you the laws of air and water" replied Cyril as he picked her up. He brought her to the side of the path near a shady meadow and laid her down. He looked at her, she was drenched and her face was still red after the experience. He waved his hand and a dry wind covered both of them and within seconds, they were dry.
She recovered after a few minutes and asked him "Who are you? The Cyril I know was never like this!".
"I am Cyril, only I've changed. I suddenly understand the laws" lied Cyril.
"Now that I have shown you the laws, please keep it a secret and try not to show it to others. When we get to StarRock, train as if you normally would, but understanding the laws means that you will understand and master a technique immediately after seeing it.
Now normal usage of the elements requires a weaver to use his or her own manna to control the element they are familiar with. If you understand the law of the element, you no longer use manna rather energy from the surrounding to manipulate the element.
So when demonstrating your abilities, use your own manna first, then supplement it with the laws. You should still build up your manna as you train. However, try to act tired after performing some element weaving. You can learn and demonstrate your abilities as after all you are a genius, but act tired after awhile" explained Cyril.
Cyril knew that he himself had no manna to speak of, but somehow he wondered how he knew so much. Where was this knowledge coming from?
Kyra thought about it for awhile and nodded. Indeed she was already regarded as a genius, so she did not have to hold herself back when learning more and more techniques. But she had to act tired otherwise other people will be suspicious on why her powers are inexhaustible.
She got up and looked up into the sky. Then she shot a pillar of water straight up into the sky as far as the eye could see. This continued for half and hour and yet she was not even a bit tired. At the same time, as she did this, she enjoyed an enormous wave of pleasure through her body and let out a groan.
She suddenly stopped and blushed as she saw Cyril sitting down and smiling at her. Her body was experiencing too much pleasure and was sensitive to the slightest touch now. She stood there trembling and unable to move in case she groaned in pleasure again.
Cyril got up and walked right up to her. "Don't worry. This is a side effect but you'll get used to it". He suddenly hugged her. She let out a loud cry as her whole body orgasmed from his mere hug. Then she fainted from exhaustion.
He smiled and picked her up and carried her home. As Loki, he was a sex fiend, sleeping with all manner of men, women and beast. But as Cyril, he could feel an love for Kyra. Knowing both of them were virgins, he did not want to take advantage of her in her vulnerable state.
So he carried her on his back to avoid temptation, but with her breasts pushed against his back, and his hands holding her firm bum to hold her up, he started walking towards their homes with a big smile on his face.
Cyril signed and answered "Actually, I have no natural potential for any of the elements. I apparently can't even generate any element of my own. But when an element is used, I can manipulate them instead, since I think I have understood some of the laws of each elemental"
"How can you say you have no potential and but you can control the elements? That makes no sense! Our people have been weaving elements for as long as our history, and no one has ever explained it that way" sulked Kyra.
She tried to form a small pillar of water in her hand, and did so for a few seconds, and then it fell apart. Then she tried to form a ball of wind, and she succeeded for a short while but it also disappeared.
Cyril looked at her and held one hand in each of his hands. "Understand the law, and the rest are merely tricks" Cyril said as suddenly Kyra's body became filled with energy.
As he held her hands, a pillar of water appeared 5 foot high formed on the right palm, while a 5 foot tornado appeared on her left.
Kyra's mind suddenly exploded with understanding of the laws of air and water. The water pillar and wind tornado in her hand then started merging together and formed a tornado of water and air 10 feet high.
Cyril watched enviously. He probably could do the same feat now, but he couldn't summon water out of the blue like Kyra or any other water weavers could.
Kyra's body suddenly climaxed with ecstasy as she collapsed into Cyril's arms. The 10 foot air and water tornado broke apart and drenched both of them with water. Kyra's body was flushed red as she looked at Cyril weakly. "What did you do to me? I can feel the elements in every pore of my body as I have never felt them before".
"I thought you the laws of air and water" replied Cyril as he picked her up. He brought her to the side of the path near a shady meadow and laid her down. He looked at her, she was drenched and her face was still red after the experience. He waved his hand and a dry wind covered both of them and within seconds, they were dry.
She recovered after a few minutes and asked him "Who are you? The Cyril I know was never like this!".
"I am Cyril, only I've changed. I suddenly understand the laws" lied Cyril.
"Now that I have shown you the laws, please keep it a secret and try not to show it to others. When we get to StarRock, train as if you normally would, but understanding the laws means that you will understand and master a technique immediately after seeing it.
Now normal usage of the elements requires a weaver to use his or her own manna to control the element they are familiar with. If you understand the law of the element, you no longer use manna rather energy from the surrounding to manipulate the element.
So when demonstrating your abilities, use your own manna first, then supplement it with the laws. You should still build up your manna as you train. However, try to act tired after performing some element weaving. You can learn and demonstrate your abilities as after all you are a genius, but act tired after awhile" explained Cyril.
Cyril knew that he himself had no manna to speak of, but somehow he wondered how he knew so much. Where was this knowledge coming from?
Kyra thought about it for awhile and nodded. Indeed she was already regarded as a genius, so she did not have to hold herself back when learning more and more techniques. But she had to act tired otherwise other people will be suspicious on why her powers are inexhaustible.
She got up and looked up into the sky. Then she shot a pillar of water straight up into the sky as far as the eye could see. This continued for half and hour and yet she was not even a bit tired. At the same time, as she did this, she enjoyed an enormous wave of pleasure through her body and let out a groan.
She suddenly stopped and blushed as she saw Cyril sitting down and smiling at her. Her body was experiencing too much pleasure and was sensitive to the slightest touch now. She stood there trembling and unable to move in case she groaned in pleasure again.
Cyril got up and walked right up to her. "Don't worry. This is a side effect but you'll get used to it". He suddenly hugged her. She let out a loud cry as her whole body orgasmed from his mere hug. Then she fainted from exhaustion.
He smiled and picked her up and carried her home. As Loki, he was a sex fiend, sleeping with all manner of men, women and beast. But as Cyril, he could feel an love for Kyra. Knowing both of them were virgins, he did not want to take advantage of her in her vulnerable state.
So he carried her on his back to avoid temptation, but with her breasts pushed against his back, and his hands holding her firm bum to hold her up, he started walking towards their homes with a big smile on his face.
Chapter 6: Shocking Results
Cyril went on stage and stated his name and age. He then calmly put his hand onto the pillar and waited. However, the pillar did not change at all. There was no color change, nor did the pillar change in brightness.
Everyone alive in Eurathia has some affinity with an element. There simply cannot be someone with no affinity with any element. In Eurathia, that would make a person literally a cripple. He could not take up any jobs, nor could he contribute to society in any meaningful way.
At 16, most youths should have some fundamental control of the elements already. Only geniuses like Heracle could use his abilities as weapons like a wizard at 16.
As Cyril could sing and throw knives like his parents, everyone simply assumed he had air weaving potential like his parents.
Cyril's frowned, and looked at the pillar. How could he not have any affinity with any element? Was this not impossible? Was he crippled in some way?
Heracle started laughing loudly, mocking Cyril. "A cripple, a useless cripple! You defy me when you are a useless cripple?". Some boys in the crowd who was jealous of Cyril's closeness to Kyra also started laughing.
Heracle suddenly stepped forwards and said "There is no place for useless people in our society" as he shot a pillar of fire at Cyril.
Cyril looked at the flame approaching him but suddenly decided not to dodge. The flames engulfed him burning him and roughly 3 feet all around him.
Kyra screamed and rushed towards him, but was stopped by the two beautiful women from Aqua Aequoris and Aura Aetheris as the flames were incredibly hot.
They each stretched out their free hand and simultaneously shot a pillar of water and air respectively at Cyril to try to put out the flames. But in their hearts, they knew it was too late. Such an attack would have burned the boy to ashes by now.
Heracle laughed as he continuously shot flames at Cyril, but as the water and air pillars reached Cyril, the flame was quickly put out.
However, what they saw shocked everyone. Cyril was standing there completely unharmed. Not only was his clothes unburned, they were not even wet from putting out of the fire.
He stood there contemplating what he had just learned from watching the fire, water and air approach him. "Hmm, is that how it works?" he thought to himself.
Just as he was completing his thought, Heracle prepared another fireball to attack Cyril. Cyril looked at him, and with a twinkle in his eye, he kicked a small stone at Heracle, hitting him in the groin.
As Heracle bent over in pain, he dropped the fireball at his feet creating a small explosion of flame, burning his pants. He screamed in pain as his lower body caught fire.
The representative from Ignis Incendium pulled him out of the fire, and with a evil look at Cyril, flew off carrying the injured Heracle.
The crowd still remained shocked. Kyra threw herself at Cyril, burying herself in her arms sobbing. The representatives from the Wizard Academy and the two ladies from Aqua Aequoris and Aura Aetheris approached Cyril with curiosity in their eyes. A representative from Terra Telluris appeared too and approached.
"How did you survive the fire?" asked the Old man representing the Wizard Academy. "I simply instructed them not to harm me" answered Cyril nonchalantly.
He didn't want to explain that from each of their attacks, he learned the law of each element. The deeper his understanding of each law, the more profound his mastery of each element is.
The old man shook his head as if the whole world has gone upside down. He asked Cyril, "can you put your hand on the pillar again? I don't understand". Cyril obliged and put his hand on the pillar. Again the pillar showed no results. No colour change, no change in brightness.
Irina Icecaster from Aqua Aequoris shot a spout of water at Cyril suddenly. He lifted his hands and the water stopped in mid air. He then shot it back at her, which she easily dispersed.
Anita Airwalker shot a small tornado at him which he gracefully caught and threw back at her. She too easily dispersed it with a look of surprise on her face. "Astounding" said Anita as she admired his control of air.
The man from Terra Telluris simply said "My name is Buff Bigmountain. Take this!" He created a 9 foot tall earth gollum, a moving statue that follows orders from its maker.
The elemental rushed towards Cyril and threw a dangerous looking punch with its fists made of rock. Cyril surprisingly blocked his punch with a punch of his own, causing the elemental to crumble into dust.
No one knew what to make of Cyril. Here he was with supposedly no ability in any of the elements, yet is able to control every element although in his own strange manner.
Finally the old man from StarRock Academy introduced himself and said "My name is Gildor, and I am one of the teachers of the StarRock Wizarding Academy. I would like to invite you to join us. Although you are not the typical student that we look for, we would like to study your abilities and see if we learn from each other." The representatives from the three sects also gave an open invitation to join them, or to visit them if he chose the StarRock Wizarding Academy.
Cyril smiled and said. "I will join StarRock, as this is what Kyra and myself have decided. But as we have an open invitation to your esteemed Sects, we would be happy to pay a visit to each of your Sects". The 3 representatives of the 3 Sects smiled and nodded.
Gildor from StarRock was extremely pleased. Although there were several good recruits from earlier, to recruit a two element genius like Kyra was a huge bonus. On top of that, a 4 element controlling curiosity with supposedly no potential like Cyril is unprecedented and would surely excite all the teachers at StarRock.
Gildor instructed those selected to go home and pack their belongings, and a carriage will pick them up from Westhaven in a week. Cyril and Kyra nodded and eagerly left for home to inform their families.
Everyone alive in Eurathia has some affinity with an element. There simply cannot be someone with no affinity with any element. In Eurathia, that would make a person literally a cripple. He could not take up any jobs, nor could he contribute to society in any meaningful way.
At 16, most youths should have some fundamental control of the elements already. Only geniuses like Heracle could use his abilities as weapons like a wizard at 16.
As Cyril could sing and throw knives like his parents, everyone simply assumed he had air weaving potential like his parents.
Cyril's frowned, and looked at the pillar. How could he not have any affinity with any element? Was this not impossible? Was he crippled in some way?
Heracle started laughing loudly, mocking Cyril. "A cripple, a useless cripple! You defy me when you are a useless cripple?". Some boys in the crowd who was jealous of Cyril's closeness to Kyra also started laughing.
Heracle suddenly stepped forwards and said "There is no place for useless people in our society" as he shot a pillar of fire at Cyril.
Cyril looked at the flame approaching him but suddenly decided not to dodge. The flames engulfed him burning him and roughly 3 feet all around him.
Kyra screamed and rushed towards him, but was stopped by the two beautiful women from Aqua Aequoris and Aura Aetheris as the flames were incredibly hot.
They each stretched out their free hand and simultaneously shot a pillar of water and air respectively at Cyril to try to put out the flames. But in their hearts, they knew it was too late. Such an attack would have burned the boy to ashes by now.
Heracle laughed as he continuously shot flames at Cyril, but as the water and air pillars reached Cyril, the flame was quickly put out.
However, what they saw shocked everyone. Cyril was standing there completely unharmed. Not only was his clothes unburned, they were not even wet from putting out of the fire.
He stood there contemplating what he had just learned from watching the fire, water and air approach him. "Hmm, is that how it works?" he thought to himself.
Just as he was completing his thought, Heracle prepared another fireball to attack Cyril. Cyril looked at him, and with a twinkle in his eye, he kicked a small stone at Heracle, hitting him in the groin.
As Heracle bent over in pain, he dropped the fireball at his feet creating a small explosion of flame, burning his pants. He screamed in pain as his lower body caught fire.
The representative from Ignis Incendium pulled him out of the fire, and with a evil look at Cyril, flew off carrying the injured Heracle.
The crowd still remained shocked. Kyra threw herself at Cyril, burying herself in her arms sobbing. The representatives from the Wizard Academy and the two ladies from Aqua Aequoris and Aura Aetheris approached Cyril with curiosity in their eyes. A representative from Terra Telluris appeared too and approached.
"How did you survive the fire?" asked the Old man representing the Wizard Academy. "I simply instructed them not to harm me" answered Cyril nonchalantly.
He didn't want to explain that from each of their attacks, he learned the law of each element. The deeper his understanding of each law, the more profound his mastery of each element is.
The old man shook his head as if the whole world has gone upside down. He asked Cyril, "can you put your hand on the pillar again? I don't understand". Cyril obliged and put his hand on the pillar. Again the pillar showed no results. No colour change, no change in brightness.
Irina Icecaster from Aqua Aequoris shot a spout of water at Cyril suddenly. He lifted his hands and the water stopped in mid air. He then shot it back at her, which she easily dispersed.
Anita Airwalker shot a small tornado at him which he gracefully caught and threw back at her. She too easily dispersed it with a look of surprise on her face. "Astounding" said Anita as she admired his control of air.
The man from Terra Telluris simply said "My name is Buff Bigmountain. Take this!" He created a 9 foot tall earth gollum, a moving statue that follows orders from its maker.
The elemental rushed towards Cyril and threw a dangerous looking punch with its fists made of rock. Cyril surprisingly blocked his punch with a punch of his own, causing the elemental to crumble into dust.
No one knew what to make of Cyril. Here he was with supposedly no ability in any of the elements, yet is able to control every element although in his own strange manner.
Finally the old man from StarRock Academy introduced himself and said "My name is Gildor, and I am one of the teachers of the StarRock Wizarding Academy. I would like to invite you to join us. Although you are not the typical student that we look for, we would like to study your abilities and see if we learn from each other." The representatives from the three sects also gave an open invitation to join them, or to visit them if he chose the StarRock Wizarding Academy.
Cyril smiled and said. "I will join StarRock, as this is what Kyra and myself have decided. But as we have an open invitation to your esteemed Sects, we would be happy to pay a visit to each of your Sects". The 3 representatives of the 3 Sects smiled and nodded.
Gildor from StarRock was extremely pleased. Although there were several good recruits from earlier, to recruit a two element genius like Kyra was a huge bonus. On top of that, a 4 element controlling curiosity with supposedly no potential like Cyril is unprecedented and would surely excite all the teachers at StarRock.
Gildor instructed those selected to go home and pack their belongings, and a carriage will pick them up from Westhaven in a week. Cyril and Kyra nodded and eagerly left for home to inform their families.
Chapter 5: The Test
One by one, everyone in line went up and took the test publicly. Those that were selected for StarRock Academy were asked to remain on stage, while those that weren't dejectedly walked off stage. Those that had good potential, but not high enough to qualify for StarRock were immediately recruited by the various trade guilds, the army or other mercenary groups, depending on their elemental type and potential.
Suddenly a chariot pulled by red haired horses appeared and stopped right in front of the stage, forcing those in line to move aside. A proud looking youth dressed in bright red stepped out of the chariot and walked straight to the pillar. The youth that was next, and was pushed aside yelled "Who the hell are you. Line up like the rest".
The youth in red looked at him and replied "I am Heracle Hotblood, remember the name", and he shot a fireball at the youth. The youth burst in flame as Heracle laughed and approached the pillar.
The crowd started whispering among themselves "Thats the heir to the Hotblood tribe, a tribe that is related to the Ignis Incendium Sect. They say he's a genius, already able to control and use flames like a fully fledged wizard at such a young age".
The youth that was aflame was helped by several people around him, and was rolling on the ground to put out the flames. No one dared to say anything against Heracle.
While watching Heracle shoot the fireball, something tickled the back of his mind. As if he was reading a book, he had a glimpse of understanding about fire.
Heracle touched the pillar, and immediately the pillar shone bright red, proving a very high affinity to fire. As he turned around, an old man in flaming clothes appeared from the air. "Ignis Incendium would like to extend you and invitation. Will you accept?". Heracle laughed loudly and nodded, giving the recruiters from the StarRock Academy a sneer. He then turned and walked to the side with the man in flaming clothes, and as he did so he noticed Kyra.
Heracle pointed at Kyra and said "You, come with me. You can be my woman". Kyra looked at him with an icy glare and moved behind Cyril. Heracle laughed, "You think that weak wimp is going to protect you? " As he said that, he lifted his hand and it started flaring. But the man from Ignis Incendium stood in the way and whispered something in Heracle's ear. Heracle sneered and lowered his hand. "You'll live, for now", he said as he turned around and walked off stage.
Cyril, who was already prepared to retaliate, simply shrugged and rejoined the line behind Kyra. She looked at Cyril, and thanked him while giving him a peck on the cheek. As the line slowly moved on, Cyril thought to himself, "What a curious feeling. Each time he used his flame, its as if I could decipher what he was doing"
After a while, it was Kyra's turn to go on stage. The crowd was silent watching this angelic beauty walk on stage. She announced her name "Kyra Silkweaver, 16 years old" and approached the pillar. She gently placed her hand on the pillar, and immediately the pillar lit up. Blue AND Green! Water and Air! She had the potential to weave two different elements! And not only that, the pillar lit up intensely. This level of talent comes once in a lifetime. Someone with such high potential to be able to weave two different elements, the whole crowd was stunned in awe of her.
The old man on stage stood in shock before coming to his senses and telling her to join the rest that was selected for StarRock Academy.
As she walked over to them, two beautiful women floated down from the sky. One had a skin colour of white porcelain, she looked like a fairy, while the other was ethereal, she hardly seemed real. Both were unbelievably beautiful, like something out of a fairy tale.
The lady from Aura Aetherism the water weaver sect introduced herself as Anita Airwalker, while the lady from Aqua Aequoris, the water weaver sect introduced herself as Irina Icecaster. They both approached Kyra, and invited her to join their sect.
However, she replied that she could not choose between them, and preferred StarRock Academy as she would be able to learn both. In her heart, she wanted to be with Cyril. Both of them had dreamed since they were younger to join StarRock.
The two representatives looked at each other and nodded. They replied that she can choose to learn at StarRock, but she had an open invitation to visit both Aqua Aerueris and Aura Aetheris to train for a few years if she desires. Both of the knew such a talent cannot be let go so easily, and were willing to compromise to try and recruit her to their sect for the future.
Finally, it was Cyril's turn....
Suddenly a chariot pulled by red haired horses appeared and stopped right in front of the stage, forcing those in line to move aside. A proud looking youth dressed in bright red stepped out of the chariot and walked straight to the pillar. The youth that was next, and was pushed aside yelled "Who the hell are you. Line up like the rest".
The youth in red looked at him and replied "I am Heracle Hotblood, remember the name", and he shot a fireball at the youth. The youth burst in flame as Heracle laughed and approached the pillar.
The crowd started whispering among themselves "Thats the heir to the Hotblood tribe, a tribe that is related to the Ignis Incendium Sect. They say he's a genius, already able to control and use flames like a fully fledged wizard at such a young age".
The youth that was aflame was helped by several people around him, and was rolling on the ground to put out the flames. No one dared to say anything against Heracle.
While watching Heracle shoot the fireball, something tickled the back of his mind. As if he was reading a book, he had a glimpse of understanding about fire.
Heracle touched the pillar, and immediately the pillar shone bright red, proving a very high affinity to fire. As he turned around, an old man in flaming clothes appeared from the air. "Ignis Incendium would like to extend you and invitation. Will you accept?". Heracle laughed loudly and nodded, giving the recruiters from the StarRock Academy a sneer. He then turned and walked to the side with the man in flaming clothes, and as he did so he noticed Kyra.
Heracle pointed at Kyra and said "You, come with me. You can be my woman". Kyra looked at him with an icy glare and moved behind Cyril. Heracle laughed, "You think that weak wimp is going to protect you? " As he said that, he lifted his hand and it started flaring. But the man from Ignis Incendium stood in the way and whispered something in Heracle's ear. Heracle sneered and lowered his hand. "You'll live, for now", he said as he turned around and walked off stage.
Cyril, who was already prepared to retaliate, simply shrugged and rejoined the line behind Kyra. She looked at Cyril, and thanked him while giving him a peck on the cheek. As the line slowly moved on, Cyril thought to himself, "What a curious feeling. Each time he used his flame, its as if I could decipher what he was doing"
After a while, it was Kyra's turn to go on stage. The crowd was silent watching this angelic beauty walk on stage. She announced her name "Kyra Silkweaver, 16 years old" and approached the pillar. She gently placed her hand on the pillar, and immediately the pillar lit up. Blue AND Green! Water and Air! She had the potential to weave two different elements! And not only that, the pillar lit up intensely. This level of talent comes once in a lifetime. Someone with such high potential to be able to weave two different elements, the whole crowd was stunned in awe of her.
The old man on stage stood in shock before coming to his senses and telling her to join the rest that was selected for StarRock Academy.
As she walked over to them, two beautiful women floated down from the sky. One had a skin colour of white porcelain, she looked like a fairy, while the other was ethereal, she hardly seemed real. Both were unbelievably beautiful, like something out of a fairy tale.
The lady from Aura Aetherism the water weaver sect introduced herself as Anita Airwalker, while the lady from Aqua Aequoris, the water weaver sect introduced herself as Irina Icecaster. They both approached Kyra, and invited her to join their sect.
However, she replied that she could not choose between them, and preferred StarRock Academy as she would be able to learn both. In her heart, she wanted to be with Cyril. Both of them had dreamed since they were younger to join StarRock.
The two representatives looked at each other and nodded. They replied that she can choose to learn at StarRock, but she had an open invitation to visit both Aqua Aerueris and Aura Aetheris to train for a few years if she desires. Both of the knew such a talent cannot be let go so easily, and were willing to compromise to try and recruit her to their sect for the future.
Finally, it was Cyril's turn....
Chapter 4: Eurathia
As they walked down the road, Cyril started looking around, taking in his surroundings. This is certainly not in Asgard nor any of the nine realms.
Based on his current memories, there is probably no knowledge of Asgard nor the Norse Pantheon Gods here either, so he decided it best for now to keep his knowledge and abilities of Loki a secret.
Perhaps being this being named Loki was all simply a vivid dream, and claiming it was real would make people think he was mad.
Memories of his life started to flow into his mind. They live near the town of Westhaven, a medium sized town and were headed there now. Westhaven was one of the many towns in the Kingdom of Erandelusia on the continent of Eurathia.
Erandelusia was one of the smaller human kingdoms at the far end of Eurathia, bordered by the Elven kingdom of Elanil, the free trade cities of Farside, and the vast oceans of the Eversea.
He name is Cyril Soulsong. He was the son of Bartholomew Soulsong and Jemina Bladesharp. His parents are performers, who regularly perform all over Erandelusia. His father is a singing bard of some renown in the region. His mother, before she married his father, was a travelling juggler and knife thrower with her family in a travelling circus. Now she travels with his father wherever he performs, and doubles as his bodyguard.
Both parents passed on their skills to Cyril. Although his singing was quite good, he could never control people's mood like his father could. His father could make people laugh, cry, feel like they're in love, or even rouse the audience into a angry mood. He was a master at manipulating his audience's emotions, which made him quite rich.
Cyril on the other hand had an arguably more beautiful voice. He can calm an angry mob, or enchant the audience to tears, making them feel in the most wonderful mood, and if he wanted to, make girls fall in love with him. However, he could not make people laugh, nor rouse a crowd to battle.
As for his mother's skills, he picked them up easily. Juggling and throwing knives and other weapons came easy to him. He even improved on her repertoire, mastering slight of hand, adding trickery to what his mother thought him.
His beautiful friend's full name is Kyra Silkweaver, her family owns the famous silk trade in town. Her family has grown their own silk worms and made their own silk for generations, building a strong reputation for producing the finest silk on the continent. Merchants from all over come to purchase her family silk, and this made her family the richest in town.
Both families live outside town. The Silkweavers live on a large estate, with forests and caves, and the Moth Mountains in the backdrop. For generations, they've made use of the caves to raise their moths and harvest their silk, and they have a large factory and shop in town to weave and sell their silks. Visiting Kyra often since young, Cyril was familiar with the large Silkweaver estate, having many adventures there.
The Soulsongs had a charming cottage on the way to town from the Silkweavers. Cyril's father gets his inspiration sitting by the quiet brook behind the cottage. His mother had a throwing range, to keep her skills sharp, and to train Cyril when he was younger. Now, his skills are so sharp, he could hit the target throwing a dagger blindfolded with his feet.
They were walking to town to take a test, a test to see if they have the potential to become elemental Wizards. In Eurathia, the Wizards are one of the most respected professions as they supposedly have the highest level of mastery over their individual elements.
In Eurathia, everyone is born with the innate ability to weave an element. Only those that have high potential get chosen to enter Eurathia's famous StarRock Wizarding Academy, where they train the best elemental weavers to become wizards.
StarRock Academy held annual entrance tests in all the medium to large towns in the region for those who reached 16 years of age. This year, one of the tests was held at Westhaven, which was convenient for Cyril and Kyra as they had just both turned 16.
Besides joining StarRock, those with high potential were also recruited by the Elemental Battle Sects. The four major sects are Aura Aetheris Sect for Air Weavers, Ignis Incendium for Fire Weavers, Aqua Aequoris for water weavers and Terra Telluris for Earth Weavers. The sects trained only in their individual elements and specialized in battle elemental weaving. Their battle techniques are supposedly more advanced than those thought at StarRock
Those that have a lower potential use their abilities for more normal occupations. Many who use their elemental abilities as weapons become soldiers, mercenaries, guards. Some who are earth weavers are usually stronger than normal, and are good at work that require hard labour, and are good as builders or labourers. Those with decent fire weaving abilities become cooks, alchemists or blacksmiths.
Cyril's parents are both air weavers, with his father using the air to make melodious sounds accompanying his singing, and allowing his voice to carry to the furthest audience member. Cyril's mother on the other hand uses wind to speed up and enhance the penetration of her throwing daggers, or to change directions of her thrown daggers.
As they arrived, they saw a huge crowd of people. All of them were there to take the test, as it may change their destiny. As they approached the crowd, many eyes started staring at Cyril. Kyra was like an angel walking through them, they could not help looking at Cyril with envious eyes as he walked next to her.
As they approached closed to the stage where the test was to be held, a large stone pillar stood in the middle of the stage. An old wise looking man stood up and addressed the crowd. "Now all of you, I am sure are here to take the test. Only 16 years olds are allowed to take the test. State your name and age when you approach and place your hand firmly on the pillar. The colour will indicate which element you are innately suited with, red for fire, blue for water, yellow for earth and green for air. The brightness of the colour will determine whether you will be selected to StarRock Wizard Academy "
As they arrived among the latest, Cyril and Kyra took their place at the end of the line as they queued to take the test.
Based on his current memories, there is probably no knowledge of Asgard nor the Norse Pantheon Gods here either, so he decided it best for now to keep his knowledge and abilities of Loki a secret.
Perhaps being this being named Loki was all simply a vivid dream, and claiming it was real would make people think he was mad.
Memories of his life started to flow into his mind. They live near the town of Westhaven, a medium sized town and were headed there now. Westhaven was one of the many towns in the Kingdom of Erandelusia on the continent of Eurathia.
Erandelusia was one of the smaller human kingdoms at the far end of Eurathia, bordered by the Elven kingdom of Elanil, the free trade cities of Farside, and the vast oceans of the Eversea.
He name is Cyril Soulsong. He was the son of Bartholomew Soulsong and Jemina Bladesharp. His parents are performers, who regularly perform all over Erandelusia. His father is a singing bard of some renown in the region. His mother, before she married his father, was a travelling juggler and knife thrower with her family in a travelling circus. Now she travels with his father wherever he performs, and doubles as his bodyguard.
Both parents passed on their skills to Cyril. Although his singing was quite good, he could never control people's mood like his father could. His father could make people laugh, cry, feel like they're in love, or even rouse the audience into a angry mood. He was a master at manipulating his audience's emotions, which made him quite rich.
Cyril on the other hand had an arguably more beautiful voice. He can calm an angry mob, or enchant the audience to tears, making them feel in the most wonderful mood, and if he wanted to, make girls fall in love with him. However, he could not make people laugh, nor rouse a crowd to battle.
As for his mother's skills, he picked them up easily. Juggling and throwing knives and other weapons came easy to him. He even improved on her repertoire, mastering slight of hand, adding trickery to what his mother thought him.
His beautiful friend's full name is Kyra Silkweaver, her family owns the famous silk trade in town. Her family has grown their own silk worms and made their own silk for generations, building a strong reputation for producing the finest silk on the continent. Merchants from all over come to purchase her family silk, and this made her family the richest in town.
Both families live outside town. The Silkweavers live on a large estate, with forests and caves, and the Moth Mountains in the backdrop. For generations, they've made use of the caves to raise their moths and harvest their silk, and they have a large factory and shop in town to weave and sell their silks. Visiting Kyra often since young, Cyril was familiar with the large Silkweaver estate, having many adventures there.
The Soulsongs had a charming cottage on the way to town from the Silkweavers. Cyril's father gets his inspiration sitting by the quiet brook behind the cottage. His mother had a throwing range, to keep her skills sharp, and to train Cyril when he was younger. Now, his skills are so sharp, he could hit the target throwing a dagger blindfolded with his feet.
They were walking to town to take a test, a test to see if they have the potential to become elemental Wizards. In Eurathia, the Wizards are one of the most respected professions as they supposedly have the highest level of mastery over their individual elements.
In Eurathia, everyone is born with the innate ability to weave an element. Only those that have high potential get chosen to enter Eurathia's famous StarRock Wizarding Academy, where they train the best elemental weavers to become wizards.
StarRock Academy held annual entrance tests in all the medium to large towns in the region for those who reached 16 years of age. This year, one of the tests was held at Westhaven, which was convenient for Cyril and Kyra as they had just both turned 16.
Besides joining StarRock, those with high potential were also recruited by the Elemental Battle Sects. The four major sects are Aura Aetheris Sect for Air Weavers, Ignis Incendium for Fire Weavers, Aqua Aequoris for water weavers and Terra Telluris for Earth Weavers. The sects trained only in their individual elements and specialized in battle elemental weaving. Their battle techniques are supposedly more advanced than those thought at StarRock
Those that have a lower potential use their abilities for more normal occupations. Many who use their elemental abilities as weapons become soldiers, mercenaries, guards. Some who are earth weavers are usually stronger than normal, and are good at work that require hard labour, and are good as builders or labourers. Those with decent fire weaving abilities become cooks, alchemists or blacksmiths.
Cyril's parents are both air weavers, with his father using the air to make melodious sounds accompanying his singing, and allowing his voice to carry to the furthest audience member. Cyril's mother on the other hand uses wind to speed up and enhance the penetration of her throwing daggers, or to change directions of her thrown daggers.
As they arrived, they saw a huge crowd of people. All of them were there to take the test, as it may change their destiny. As they approached the crowd, many eyes started staring at Cyril. Kyra was like an angel walking through them, they could not help looking at Cyril with envious eyes as he walked next to her.
As they approached closed to the stage where the test was to be held, a large stone pillar stood in the middle of the stage. An old wise looking man stood up and addressed the crowd. "Now all of you, I am sure are here to take the test. Only 16 years olds are allowed to take the test. State your name and age when you approach and place your hand firmly on the pillar. The colour will indicate which element you are innately suited with, red for fire, blue for water, yellow for earth and green for air. The brightness of the colour will determine whether you will be selected to StarRock Wizard Academy "
As they arrived among the latest, Cyril and Kyra took their place at the end of the line as they queued to take the test.
Chapter 3: A New Awakening
Sunlight was streaming through his window, and birds were singing outside. He sat up and looked around. The room was familiar, yet unfamiliar. He knew where everything was, and yet it seemed like he was seeing each item in the room for the very first time.
He got up and walked to the nearby mirror to look at himself. He was young, he guessed around 16 years old, had a decent build roughly 5 foot 10 inches tall, but not big, muscular and beefy like the typical Asgardian God, rather like a sleek gymnast. He had shoulder length dark brown hair, big expressive eyes and delicate face. In fact, he would be considered pretty if he was a girl. He was wearing slacks and a loose fitting shirt, which made him look like a handsome pirate.
He thought of something. As Loki, he was a master of spells and sorcery, and able to use telekinesis to move objects with his mind, read and control minds using telepathy, and transform himself to other people or things.
He looked at a nearby chair, and tried to make it move. Nothing. He gestured his hands, thought about moving the chair really hard. But the chair didn't move at all.
He then looked at himself in the mirror again. He tried to shapeshift into a female version of himself. Nothing.
He tried to change himself into a wolf, yet nothing happened again.
Maybe it was all a dream? Maybe he wasn't Loki, but was all along this handsome young boy?
But he had absolutely no memory of who this boy is, and had only memories as being Loki. How could that be?
Suddenly someone barged in yelling "Cyril, are you still sleeping? We will be late!"
"Cyril? Is that who I am?" thought the young man who had the memories and powers of Loki as he turned around.
He was stunned by a beautiful face. She had golden blonde hair, hypnotizing clear blue eyes and a figure a ballerina would envy. She moved with a lithe grace that mesmerized him as he looked at her.
She reminded him of Lady Sif, Thor's warrior wife, who was beautiful and graceful while yet possessing the body of a dancer.
As Loki, he had a mad crush on Sif untold years ago in his godly youth. Unfortunately a trick went wrong and he accidentally cut off all her golden hair. He actually intended to use his mind to cut a lock and make a gift for her out of her hair. However Thor bumped into him causing him to lose concentration and accidentally cut off nearly all of her hair!
He quickly cast a spell to grow her hair back, but her hair that grew was dark black hair instead of golden blonde. This caused her to have an extreme dislike for Loki, ruining his chances with her. As they grew up, she married Thor instead.
He gave a small sigh, then looked at this girl in his room. "Kyra" he suddenly remembered, his best friend who has been by his side since as long as they could remember.
As he continued staring at her, she asked "Whats wrong? Are you alright? You look lost and confused". "I'm alright, I just woke up" replied Cyril as he walked towards her with a smile. She smiled turned around. "Go wash up, and I'll meet you outside. Hurry!" she said.
Cyril nodded. After she closed the door, he looked around his room. He found his boots, a white shirt and a black pair of slacks.
He quickly changed and headed outside where the beautiful girl was waiting.
Kyra grabbed his hand and started running. "Come on, today is the day, lets not be late" she said as he matched her running speed down the road.
He got up and walked to the nearby mirror to look at himself. He was young, he guessed around 16 years old, had a decent build roughly 5 foot 10 inches tall, but not big, muscular and beefy like the typical Asgardian God, rather like a sleek gymnast. He had shoulder length dark brown hair, big expressive eyes and delicate face. In fact, he would be considered pretty if he was a girl. He was wearing slacks and a loose fitting shirt, which made him look like a handsome pirate.
He thought of something. As Loki, he was a master of spells and sorcery, and able to use telekinesis to move objects with his mind, read and control minds using telepathy, and transform himself to other people or things.
He looked at a nearby chair, and tried to make it move. Nothing. He gestured his hands, thought about moving the chair really hard. But the chair didn't move at all.
He then looked at himself in the mirror again. He tried to shapeshift into a female version of himself. Nothing.
He tried to change himself into a wolf, yet nothing happened again.
Maybe it was all a dream? Maybe he wasn't Loki, but was all along this handsome young boy?
But he had absolutely no memory of who this boy is, and had only memories as being Loki. How could that be?
Suddenly someone barged in yelling "Cyril, are you still sleeping? We will be late!"
"Cyril? Is that who I am?" thought the young man who had the memories and powers of Loki as he turned around.
He was stunned by a beautiful face. She had golden blonde hair, hypnotizing clear blue eyes and a figure a ballerina would envy. She moved with a lithe grace that mesmerized him as he looked at her.
She reminded him of Lady Sif, Thor's warrior wife, who was beautiful and graceful while yet possessing the body of a dancer.
As Loki, he had a mad crush on Sif untold years ago in his godly youth. Unfortunately a trick went wrong and he accidentally cut off all her golden hair. He actually intended to use his mind to cut a lock and make a gift for her out of her hair. However Thor bumped into him causing him to lose concentration and accidentally cut off nearly all of her hair!
He quickly cast a spell to grow her hair back, but her hair that grew was dark black hair instead of golden blonde. This caused her to have an extreme dislike for Loki, ruining his chances with her. As they grew up, she married Thor instead.
He gave a small sigh, then looked at this girl in his room. "Kyra" he suddenly remembered, his best friend who has been by his side since as long as they could remember.
As he continued staring at her, she asked "Whats wrong? Are you alright? You look lost and confused". "I'm alright, I just woke up" replied Cyril as he walked towards her with a smile. She smiled turned around. "Go wash up, and I'll meet you outside. Hurry!" she said.
Cyril nodded. After she closed the door, he looked around his room. He found his boots, a white shirt and a black pair of slacks.
He quickly changed and headed outside where the beautiful girl was waiting.
Kyra grabbed his hand and started running. "Come on, today is the day, lets not be late" she said as he matched her running speed down the road.
Chapter 2: Drifting Memories
Loki's spirit drifted endlessly. He could not feel his body. The wounds from Heimdall's sword or damage from the huge fall no longer bothered him. He was a spirit floating in endless space.
His mind went back to the chain of events that led to the this tragedy. He remembered how his step-brother Baldur, the God of Light, was blessed with invulnerability. Being a brainless brute, like most Asgardians are, naturally Baldur boasted and bragged about his invulnerability.
As a party trick, he used to have everyone attack him with weapons and throw spears and shoot arrows at him while he shows off and poses. One day, Loki passed a spear to Hod, the blind God of Winter, who was also Baldur's twin brother. However, unknown to everyone, Baldur was actually vulnerable only to mistletoe, and it happened that the spear was resting on some mistletoe by the wall.
Everyone was laughing as Baldur taunted Hod for his blindness. Unknown to everyone, when Hod grabbed the spear, it had a bit of mistletoe on it. Hod's throw pierced Baldur right through the heart instantly killing him.
In anger, Vali the God of Vengeance killed Hod. As Hod was dead, everybody blamed Loki for Baldur and Hod's deaths.
There were rumours that Baldur could have been revived if every being cried a tear for Baldur, who was supposedly so universally loved. But apparently, an old hag decided not to cry for Baldur, and thus Baldur was not revived.
Again, Loki was blamed. Some even accused Loki of transforming to the hag to ensure Baldur's death. Alternatively, some blamed him for not forcing his daughter Hela, the Goddess of Death, to allow the resurrection of Baldur.
All this led to Loki's imprisonment and torture by the Asgardians.
"How unfair is this life" thought Loki as he drifted in space. "No matter my heroic deeds saving Asgard, or my many adventures with me half-brother Thor, I was always treated as an outsider because I was not born of Asgardian blood.
Loki was actually the son of the Giant King Farbouti of Jottunheim. But because Odin killed him in battle, he took Loki in and adopted him as a son.
But although Odin adopted him, he was always treated unfairly and viewed suspiciously, and blamed for all wrongs that occur in Asgard
Loki then sighed. "I'm dead anyhow, I wonder why Hela hasn't claimed me yet?" thought Loki.
Then suddenly, a bright light pierced his eyelids. "I still have my eyes?" a surprised Loki thought as he opened his eyes
His mind went back to the chain of events that led to the this tragedy. He remembered how his step-brother Baldur, the God of Light, was blessed with invulnerability. Being a brainless brute, like most Asgardians are, naturally Baldur boasted and bragged about his invulnerability.
As a party trick, he used to have everyone attack him with weapons and throw spears and shoot arrows at him while he shows off and poses. One day, Loki passed a spear to Hod, the blind God of Winter, who was also Baldur's twin brother. However, unknown to everyone, Baldur was actually vulnerable only to mistletoe, and it happened that the spear was resting on some mistletoe by the wall.
Everyone was laughing as Baldur taunted Hod for his blindness. Unknown to everyone, when Hod grabbed the spear, it had a bit of mistletoe on it. Hod's throw pierced Baldur right through the heart instantly killing him.
In anger, Vali the God of Vengeance killed Hod. As Hod was dead, everybody blamed Loki for Baldur and Hod's deaths.
There were rumours that Baldur could have been revived if every being cried a tear for Baldur, who was supposedly so universally loved. But apparently, an old hag decided not to cry for Baldur, and thus Baldur was not revived.
Again, Loki was blamed. Some even accused Loki of transforming to the hag to ensure Baldur's death. Alternatively, some blamed him for not forcing his daughter Hela, the Goddess of Death, to allow the resurrection of Baldur.
All this led to Loki's imprisonment and torture by the Asgardians.
"How unfair is this life" thought Loki as he drifted in space. "No matter my heroic deeds saving Asgard, or my many adventures with me half-brother Thor, I was always treated as an outsider because I was not born of Asgardian blood.
Loki was actually the son of the Giant King Farbouti of Jottunheim. But because Odin killed him in battle, he took Loki in and adopted him as a son.
But although Odin adopted him, he was always treated unfairly and viewed suspiciously, and blamed for all wrongs that occur in Asgard
Loki then sighed. "I'm dead anyhow, I wonder why Hela hasn't claimed me yet?" thought Loki.
Then suddenly, a bright light pierced his eyelids. "I still have my eyes?" a surprised Loki thought as he opened his eyes
Chapter 1: Ragnarok
Rage. All he could feel was rage. Rage at the whole sequence of events that lead up to this point. Rage at the absurdity of it all happening like this. And most of all fear and trepidation that this indeed may be then end of them all. He rushed towards Asgard with all his might after escaping his imprisonment, hoping to bring a peaceful resolution to the tragedy that is now taking place.
Loki has always been one to march to his own beat, who did things differently, so much so that he's always been described as the God of Mischief, the God of Change, some have even called him the God of Hope, considering how many times he has rescued Asgard and gotten the Gods and Goddesses out of trouble. But now, he's called the God of Evil?
"They cruelly bound me with the entrails of my own son Nari, and they had a serpent drip venom on me! If not for by beloved wife Sigyn blocking the dripping venom with a bowl, I would be more scarred than I am now!" thought Loki angrily, having half a mind not to stop the coming war. Both his sons Jormungandr the World Serpent and Fenrir the Wolf have gathered the giants of Jotun against Asgard in revenge, with his daughter Hela, the Goddess of Death, and her undead forces of Helheim following behind them.
As he rushed halfway over the Bifrost the Rainbow Bridge, he saw Heimdall, Guardian of the Rainbow Bridge, blocking his path. Heimdall brought his horn Gjallar to his lips and let lose a mighty sound unlike anything anyone has ever heard. This brought about a roar from all sides, from Asgard as well as all the enemies of Asgard surrounding it as they simultaneously attacked. Heimdall then drew a huge broadsword and charged at Loki.
Loki was caught in a trance. "Ragnarok! This is the fortold Ragnarok? The end of the world? NO!" thought Loki as he finally came to his senses and narrowly avoided Heimdall's slash. Loki threw a small ball at Heimdall's face filled with a concoction he hastily made of ingredients he grabbed on the way here. Although Heimdall blocked the ball with his broadsword, on impact the ball burst into a cloud surrounding Heimdall.
Heimdall, being the Guardian of the Golden Bridge had unmatched eyesight, hearing, smell and taste. It would be near impossible to escape him, thus Loki knew he had to disable him. Heimdall roared as the smelliest smells got stuck to his face and overwhelmed his nose. His eyes turned red and watered as the cloud irritated his eyes. And as he roared, his mouth became filled with the foulest taste he has ever tasted, making him start to vomit.
Loki rushed past him and looked ahead. This was way beyond anything he has experienced. The Asgardians are always making war with the armies of Jotunn giants, with the ice giants of Niflheim, or the fire demons of Myspelheim. But nothing comes close to this.
Suddenly loud noises came nearly simultaneously from both the north and the south. The the flaming giant demon Surtur and his demonic forces poured out of fiery Muspelheim while at the same time, the gigantic ice giant Ymir and his army of ice giants poured out of the icy Niflheim.
Loki could see the panicked faces of the Asgardians, and also the confused faces of Hel and the giants of Jotunn. Both fire and ice forces attacked indiscriminately, killing both the defending Asgardians as well as the attacking forces of Loki's sons.
Suddenly Loki's son Fenrir, the giant wolf, opened his mouth and swallowed Odin, the Ruler of Asgard, and Loki's step-father. As Fenrir chomped down, blood spurted out of his mouth, and a shockwave spread outwards buffeting everyone around with a faint energy. Everyone suddenly paused and looked, as they knew and felt in their hearts that Odin had died. Loki looked with disbelief. This was not what he wanted.
He heard Thor roar as he charged towards Fenrir, but was intercepted by Jormungandr the World Serpent. He was so huge, his full body was not even in the battlefield, only his head and a part of his body could be seen. But even his head and a small part of his body already covered a quarter of the battlefield extending beyond eyesight.
In one clash, Thor was thrown deep into Asgard, smashing buildings as he was crashed through them. At the same time, Jormungandr's head was smashed into the mountains nearby, tilting the whole continent of Asgard by a few degrees, causing everyone to stumble like sailors on a boat in the middle of a heavy storm.
Thor stood up and summoned all his godly might. With every ounce of strength he had and imbuing Mjolnir his magic hammer with all the power of lightning he could muster, he threw his hammer at Jormungandr, who had recovered and was charging at Thor. The hammer smashed through Jormungandr's head killing him instantly. But Jormungandr's momentum brought his body crashing down onto Asgard killing Thor as well as countless gods that were around him crushing them with his enormous body.
Loki who was still running on the rainbow bridge, suddenly stopped. He could only stare in disbelief. He was too late. Odin was killed, Thor was killed. His son Jormungandr died and Fenrir was in battle with several gods at the same time. There is no turning back now.
He gasped in pain as he looked he looked down at his chest. A large sword was poking out from his chest as he was pierced from behind. He heard Heimdall's voice behind him saying "You've gone too far this time Loki. You will die by my hands today". Loki mumbled "You idiot, I was trying to stop this". Heimdall pulled out his sword from Loki's back and prepared to behead Loki.
Suddenly Asgard tilted again nearly 45 degrees and the rainbow bridge that both Loki and Heimdall were on shattered as they fell through the bridge. Loki fell backwards still looking at the sight around him. Asgard had become dislodged from the branches of Yggdrasil the world tree, and was falling.
All the rainbow bridges to the other 8 realms were broken too and the whole world tree itself was falling apart as branches were falling everywhere, as were the realms that dislodged from the tree and simply dropped.
Nowhere was safe. He saw the heavens raining realms, gods, giants, demons, everything was falling. Everything was in ruin. The sky was opening up, with rips in space appearing, some realms were even smashing into each other killing countless lives. The screams of millions of beings covered the skies.
In all this, Loki simply watched as he tumbled backwards, down the world tree. After what seemed like eternity, his fall came to an abrupt halt as his body smashed into a body of water at the root of the world tree.
Although every bone in his body was shattered and his body was no more than a mess of flesh and bone, his mind suddenly opened to endless knowledge and wisdom. "This is Mimir, the spring of knowledge and wisdom? How ironic and pointless now that I am dying" thought Loki as his bloody body mixed with the water.
Seconds later, entire continents came crashing down on him, and everything went dark.
Loki has always been one to march to his own beat, who did things differently, so much so that he's always been described as the God of Mischief, the God of Change, some have even called him the God of Hope, considering how many times he has rescued Asgard and gotten the Gods and Goddesses out of trouble. But now, he's called the God of Evil?
"They cruelly bound me with the entrails of my own son Nari, and they had a serpent drip venom on me! If not for by beloved wife Sigyn blocking the dripping venom with a bowl, I would be more scarred than I am now!" thought Loki angrily, having half a mind not to stop the coming war. Both his sons Jormungandr the World Serpent and Fenrir the Wolf have gathered the giants of Jotun against Asgard in revenge, with his daughter Hela, the Goddess of Death, and her undead forces of Helheim following behind them.
As he rushed halfway over the Bifrost the Rainbow Bridge, he saw Heimdall, Guardian of the Rainbow Bridge, blocking his path. Heimdall brought his horn Gjallar to his lips and let lose a mighty sound unlike anything anyone has ever heard. This brought about a roar from all sides, from Asgard as well as all the enemies of Asgard surrounding it as they simultaneously attacked. Heimdall then drew a huge broadsword and charged at Loki.
Loki was caught in a trance. "Ragnarok! This is the fortold Ragnarok? The end of the world? NO!" thought Loki as he finally came to his senses and narrowly avoided Heimdall's slash. Loki threw a small ball at Heimdall's face filled with a concoction he hastily made of ingredients he grabbed on the way here. Although Heimdall blocked the ball with his broadsword, on impact the ball burst into a cloud surrounding Heimdall.
Heimdall, being the Guardian of the Golden Bridge had unmatched eyesight, hearing, smell and taste. It would be near impossible to escape him, thus Loki knew he had to disable him. Heimdall roared as the smelliest smells got stuck to his face and overwhelmed his nose. His eyes turned red and watered as the cloud irritated his eyes. And as he roared, his mouth became filled with the foulest taste he has ever tasted, making him start to vomit.
Loki rushed past him and looked ahead. This was way beyond anything he has experienced. The Asgardians are always making war with the armies of Jotunn giants, with the ice giants of Niflheim, or the fire demons of Myspelheim. But nothing comes close to this.
Suddenly loud noises came nearly simultaneously from both the north and the south. The the flaming giant demon Surtur and his demonic forces poured out of fiery Muspelheim while at the same time, the gigantic ice giant Ymir and his army of ice giants poured out of the icy Niflheim.
Loki could see the panicked faces of the Asgardians, and also the confused faces of Hel and the giants of Jotunn. Both fire and ice forces attacked indiscriminately, killing both the defending Asgardians as well as the attacking forces of Loki's sons.
Suddenly Loki's son Fenrir, the giant wolf, opened his mouth and swallowed Odin, the Ruler of Asgard, and Loki's step-father. As Fenrir chomped down, blood spurted out of his mouth, and a shockwave spread outwards buffeting everyone around with a faint energy. Everyone suddenly paused and looked, as they knew and felt in their hearts that Odin had died. Loki looked with disbelief. This was not what he wanted.
He heard Thor roar as he charged towards Fenrir, but was intercepted by Jormungandr the World Serpent. He was so huge, his full body was not even in the battlefield, only his head and a part of his body could be seen. But even his head and a small part of his body already covered a quarter of the battlefield extending beyond eyesight.
In one clash, Thor was thrown deep into Asgard, smashing buildings as he was crashed through them. At the same time, Jormungandr's head was smashed into the mountains nearby, tilting the whole continent of Asgard by a few degrees, causing everyone to stumble like sailors on a boat in the middle of a heavy storm.
Thor stood up and summoned all his godly might. With every ounce of strength he had and imbuing Mjolnir his magic hammer with all the power of lightning he could muster, he threw his hammer at Jormungandr, who had recovered and was charging at Thor. The hammer smashed through Jormungandr's head killing him instantly. But Jormungandr's momentum brought his body crashing down onto Asgard killing Thor as well as countless gods that were around him crushing them with his enormous body.
Loki who was still running on the rainbow bridge, suddenly stopped. He could only stare in disbelief. He was too late. Odin was killed, Thor was killed. His son Jormungandr died and Fenrir was in battle with several gods at the same time. There is no turning back now.
He gasped in pain as he looked he looked down at his chest. A large sword was poking out from his chest as he was pierced from behind. He heard Heimdall's voice behind him saying "You've gone too far this time Loki. You will die by my hands today". Loki mumbled "You idiot, I was trying to stop this". Heimdall pulled out his sword from Loki's back and prepared to behead Loki.
Suddenly Asgard tilted again nearly 45 degrees and the rainbow bridge that both Loki and Heimdall were on shattered as they fell through the bridge. Loki fell backwards still looking at the sight around him. Asgard had become dislodged from the branches of Yggdrasil the world tree, and was falling.
All the rainbow bridges to the other 8 realms were broken too and the whole world tree itself was falling apart as branches were falling everywhere, as were the realms that dislodged from the tree and simply dropped.
Nowhere was safe. He saw the heavens raining realms, gods, giants, demons, everything was falling. Everything was in ruin. The sky was opening up, with rips in space appearing, some realms were even smashing into each other killing countless lives. The screams of millions of beings covered the skies.
In all this, Loki simply watched as he tumbled backwards, down the world tree. After what seemed like eternity, his fall came to an abrupt halt as his body smashed into a body of water at the root of the world tree.
Although every bone in his body was shattered and his body was no more than a mess of flesh and bone, his mind suddenly opened to endless knowledge and wisdom. "This is Mimir, the spring of knowledge and wisdom? How ironic and pointless now that I am dying" thought Loki as his bloody body mixed with the water.
Seconds later, entire continents came crashing down on him, and everything went dark.
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