Almost midnight. Aren seems to be fast asleep, I haven't heard anything else from him all night. A few more ingredients and I would have the help I need.
I kneel in the center of my living room, facing the window, the bowl of herbs in front of me. I take a deep breath.
"In the name of Buri, father of Bor. Komma till mig. By Mephisto's realm, for the freedom of Hel, vara min krigare." A breeze ruffles the curtains by the open window. It's working.
"I namn av Buri. Komma till mig." The wind picks up, filling the room. "Genom Mephisto rike, för friheten av Hel, vara min krigare."
The wind began swirling through the room, roaring in my ears. "Komma till mig, vara min krigare!" A raven lands on the window sill, then joined by another, then two more, they fly through the room, joined by still more, following the raging current of the wind. I hear distant howling. Listen as it comes closer, the snarling of wolves getting louder.
"Come to me!" I yell, "Be my warriors!" All at once, the wind stops. The room is silent. The curtains still. The birds are gone, having flown out the window.
I stand, slowly walking to the window, and there they are. Hundreds of Ravens, crows, Falcons, wolves.
I watch as they howl, crow, and writhe, their forms shifting and changing before me. Soon I see an army of men, clothed in animal skins, ready for my command.
My warriors. My army.
"Fight for me. My berserkers."
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"My Lord, we must act now. If we tarry too long she may relocate or worse, she may strike first."
"Be calm, Lady Sif." Odin says, "You said yourself you believe she is not alone. We must find out who is with her before we make a rash decision. They may be an accomplice, or they may be a hostage."
"It's a child," you pipe up, "she would bring him in to the store every week." Sif, Odin, Balder, and yourself had gathered in the room where Loki was being held. He sits, bound to a chair in the corner,
"Hela has no children." Odin says,
"Here she has a son... A young boy, about nine or ten. I would call him little Thor." You chuckle fondly.
"Do you believe he could be a part of this?" Balder asks you, you always liked the little boy, you couldn't see someone so young, so sweet, being part of something like this. But he never seemed to be in distress, maybe he wasn't what he seemed.
"I want to say no, he was always such a good kid... But honestly, I don't know anymore."
"Do you hear that?" Loki says suddenly, you all pause and listen.
"Howling? We're in the middle of the city. That doesn't make any sense." You say,
"Oh no..." Odin whispers. You all turn to him, "She's called them. This is her declaration of war."
"Who? Who has she called?" You ask, worried of what could possibly be coming next,
"The berserkers." He replies, "She has her army."
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The Purging of Asgard
Fiksi Penggemar(This is a work of Fan fiction, meant to be read from the readers perspective, so I have omitted the main heroine's name.) You are a simple, quiet, comic store owner with a penchant for nick-naming your regular customers. So far your life has been a...
