Ragnarok

“-Svǫrt verða sólskin, of sumor eptir…” The words were recited with his poisonous breath. Two of his four arms were lifted before him, like he was holding a book. But nothing was in the deformed paws. It could have been seen as a prayer, but to whom?

“veðr ǫll válynd”

The flutter of wings in the void’s distance. Soft feathers of a bird. A crow to be exact. Morning Star smirked slightly, opening first the three smaller eyes. They gleamed like flames in the darkness. A flicker, shimmer. Then finally his main, it focused and dilated from the light.

“Vitoð ér enn, eða hvat?”

He finished briefly, and inhaled lightly. He out held one of his arms, hand outstretched as a perch. A moment of silence, the rapid flutter as the bird landed. Morning Star laughed bitterly and spoke out to the bird “How do you fair, Cantet?”

“I am fine, Lord.” The bird said respectively and quickly, avoiding direct eye contact. It tilted its head, clicking its beak once. “I bring news from Fjalar.”

“Speak.”

“On his travels, he’s seen one of your sons.”

Morning Star’s ears twitched at the words. He sat upright, and looked to the bird. “A Guardian? I know of where one lies, trapped in the darkness of his insanity and void of any spells…Was it his brother?”

Cantet fluttered his feathers nervously. A thought cross his mind of what happened to the other massagers that angered the Lord or the Master. A click of the beak, and he said “No, my Lord. Not a Guardian.” A silence followed.

Morning Star brought the bird closer with his arm, and looked to him. The bird was shaking ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable. But being in Morning Star’s hand, he could feel it. Easley. He took his other hand and held up a small orb it vibrated, and moved like it was a dew drop. Only half a solid. The color of morning was in his hand, a small, cold star. He stared at it, seeing only the reflection of Cantet, and not himself.

“The moon or the sun?” Morning Star asked, watching the reflection. Cantet looked away from the orb and the Morning Star. He then answered “The one who chases the sun.”

“Ah.” Was Morning Star’s only answer. He placed the orb down. And reached out with his two right arms, balancing on his hind legs. The arms reached out and grasped two of the floating orbs around him, two spells. “I am not surprised. It was only a matter of time till one of the God children to arise. He is early though. Still. I thank you Cantet.” Morning Star crushed the spells in his hands and let the dust float down to the pool of water that lay at his feet. The water shimmered, and flickered with images. Morning Star chuckled lightly.

“Hart er í heimi,”

Cantet looked up. “Pardon my incompetence, my Lord. But I do not understand Norse.” Morning Star scowled slightly. “No of course you don’t. Crows are one of not to learn many tongues. It means, ‘It is a harsh world’, and indeed it is.” Morning star looked to the black void around him. Watching the spells dance around.

“My sons… all of them are walking different paths. The Guardians are coming to an uprising.”

The crow squawked in a sudden surprise. “An uprising?! My Lord are you sure?” Morning Star grimaced. “Look to the water.” Cantet looked down to the water as instructed too. The images were flashing like light reflecting off of it, but he was still able to catch an idea of what was going on in the images. It was like a window, looking down upon a group. Many Guardians were gathered together in a shack of a building. They were arguing. Light and Shadow at ends with each other. A mortal dressed in religious robes called for order, demons sprung from seats to bicker, spirits of purity whispered to one another in the back.

“They conspire.” Morning Star growled in disgust. “My half-blooded sons among them. Mixing in with the rest of the filth.” Cantet, now no longer worried for his safety looked to the wolf, and asked in distraught “What shall we do?” Morning Star was silent for a moment. Then he turned and said “I need a message spread. Tell your flocks of murders to repeat the message to the spirits still on my side. Watch for Guardians. And take this message to Fjalar, and let him pass it on from there. I trust your memory is good enough to remember? Even if you do not understand.”

Cantet nodded, tensing his shoulders. He was ready for flight.

“Brœðr muno beriazok at bǫnom verða….” Morning Star paused, his lips pealed back in a snarl. “Mun engi maðrǫðrom þyrma.” The bird fluttered up, hovering over Morning Star. The crow began to glow lightly, to match the colors of the spells in this realm.

“They will know what it means, if they are on our side.” Morning Star called to Cantet. The crow nodded, and took off.

“Take the message all the way to Fenrir!” Morning Star yelled out. A streak of light, leaving only behind the sound of the wings beating softly. Morning Star watched the light fade, leaving him in the darkness alone again. He turned, grabbing the orb once again and fixing himself back into the pose he began. The water had turned still, the images gone with the morning light.

“Ragnarök is coming…”

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.....I regret Nothing.

Art, Morning Star (c) Way-to-Haven