Fenrir

Chapter one

Waking Up and Breaking Free

Slowly my eyes opened and I came to the conclusion that I was once again back in chains. I tried to speak but my throat was sore and hoarse after who knows how long of being kept in a box. I wonder how long I have been in this box? The last time it only took me a few decades to wake up and commence Ragnarok...but this time I feel like they'd have taken even more drastic measures.

...I didn't want to herald Ragnarok. I never did. I was happy playing with my brother and sister and eating, but the Aesir were obviously against that.

They threw my brother into the sea and banned him from coming on land and they forced my sister to rule the land of the dead, all on her own and without any company other than ghosts, wisps, and corpses that only spoke of regrets.

And why did they do this? Because of some stupid prophecy some random Seer came up with.

Sighing, I stopped thinking about the past. I had to get out of these chains instead of moping about the past.

Closing my eyes and I flexed my fists and felt my godly strength flowing through my veins, warming up my limbs once again. I felt Gleipnir tighten around me reflexively, knowing what I was about to do after so much time spent with me.

"...Hello old friend..." I got out, my voice dry and as hoarse as sand paper, "...So...I see you've been fulfilling your role just Odin would have wanted you to...but you realize you don't need to anymore, right? He's dead. I ripped him apart and ate the old geezer's heart...You can let me go..." I tried some persuasion before we got down to business, knowing the chain was just as sentient as me - it just didn't have a mouth to talk.

I felt the chain lighten it's hold for a few seconds, obviously thinking about my words, but it soon tightened up even tighter causing me to smirk a little.

"Guess we all commit our roles in the end...or to the end, in this case," I spoke before flexing and pulling my arms away from my body. Instantly, the finest divine metal chains, forged by the finest Dwarven Blacksmiths, snapped unable to take my strength for even a second. All that was left was Gleipnir.

But it didn't give up. It tightened and it tightened. But even after so long I could tell that it hadn't healed itself enough after I broke out last time and waged war. It was already creaking, whining and ripping in areas.

My muscles finally warmed up fully and I snapped the chains made to restrain me.

Looking down at the ribbons as thin as spider silk, I silently apologized as I saw them dim before crumbling. Who was I to hate something to just it's purpose in living? Even if it was made to restrict me, it was the Aesir Gods who put it on me.

Pressing my hand against the 'door' of the coffin, I felt a few seconds of resistance before it blew away and the super-heated rock I knew would be there flooded into the chamber. It didn't leave even a mark on my skin as it submerged me in it's fiery embrace. Didn't mean it didn't hurt, however. Burning, searing heat still felt like shit even if it didn't hurt. Especially seeing as I'm an ice-related creature. Which is why they buried my prison in the layer of Earth which consists of extremely hot rock - to suppress my powers.

But it still didn't stop me as I started to swim upwards - or what I assumed was up - and once again wonder how much time had passed since I'd gone into the box. I should be able to gather information if the Humans are still around. They always were cooperative when you needed them to be. They were better than the Gods at least.