Go through the journey of a young boy named Y/N Mavros, who is the product of two worlds that have fated him to fight for the survival of the magical world.
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CRASH!!!*
A loud thunder crack slams into the eardrums of two occupants in a small home.
"What was that?!"
"Your bow!"
The ash-white man and his son quickly climb out their beds as loud booms erupt outside their home. They grab their weapons whilst lightning cracks through their roof. When they get to the door, the bulky man pulls it back with authority, revealing a shadowy figure standing a few feet away.
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"Atreus, are you ready?"
A small boy with a large bow across his shoulders seems bothered. The last couple days have been truly eventful, and for someone of his age, that's a lot of take in.
"Yeah, but...I had the weirdest dream. Fimbulwinter was ending. And Thor came for us. Here at the house."
"It was only a dream..." The older man tells him. Not worrying too much about dreams.
As father and son set out of the house, the boy known as Atreus is still thinking to himself, not wanting to tell his father what else he saw and heard.
"A boy born from death, foretold to vanish the darkness that plagues his home...will set out to Midgard, scarred to make himself whole.
The one thing Atreus remembers seeing in Jotunheim before spreading his mother's ashes was a mural of a man, that looked a lot like him if he was older, looking down at a small child, who has runes above his tiny head that simply read:
