POWER: A Tale of Greatness

CHAPTER 9

All of a sudden, the truck stopped, the first time since they passed through the checkpoint, two days ago. Thor stood up, "Human, it's time." He hopped down before asking. "We can do this, right?"

"We can save - We will save your realm, Thor. Just believe and it will be." Bulls clenched his fist.

Thor smiled, "And I must offer my thanks to you, human." He breathes deeply. "Asgard shall carve you on its walls and be recognized as its hero, human."

"That's not necessary." Bulls nodded and they all jumped out of the truck finding themselves in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by hills and mountains of rubbish and recyclables, from metals to rubber tires to cans to anything that your mind can imagine.

"Where are we?" Thor's eyes filled with wonder. "This world is yet to fail stirring my perception to wake."

Bulls looked around, "We're in a..." He spoke. "Junk Yard."

A strong gust of cold wind blew past them, giving them chills throughout their bodies.

"It's... getting quite chilly in here." Bulls mumbled.

"It is fine. On Asgard, winds blow much colder on particular regions."

The door from the driver's side slammed, "You've finally showed yourselves. I'm sure that you're tired from our long trip. Follow me." An old-looking, bearded man spoke, as he began to walk towards the hut-shaped house at the end of the narrow path.

"Why should we follow you?" Thor asked.

"You don't have to..." The old man remained walking, "I don't know if you would come, it's still up to you if you want."

Another slam echoed from the other door. Small footsteps walking on the crisp grass, "He's my grandpa by the way. His name is Oswald and welcome to St. Draco, a province in the Land of Black Soil, Franzia." A kid welcomed them. "A friendly warning: Don't make him wait."

"Thanks, but who are you then?" Bulls asked.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. Owen Myers, Gramp's grandson. Owen's fine." He introduced himself. "Come! Gramps' Macaroni soup is the best in the whole Centaria!"

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Name: Owen Josephson Myers
Age: 11 years old
Race: Human
Height: 145 cm
Weight: 36 kg
Place of Origin: St. Draco, Franzia
Sixth Sense: ???

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Bulls thought of it, but before he could decide and do anything, Thor had already advanced and followed Owen.

"We will never reach Asgard with a grumbling stomach." Thor laughed hardly.

"Now he's back to his usual loud character." Bulls' nape folded as he massaged his temple. "Well... I can't blame you..." He felt his stomach throbbing as he spoke "...I'm starving."

The three of them followed Owen towards the hut at a distance. At first glance, it looks quite creaky and looks like it is about to collapse. They walked through the valleys in between the hills of steel junk. Bulls' eyes cannot stop looking around. For an inventor, this yard is a paradise full of treasure.

"I can't believe this, there are so many useful steel recyclables here!" Bulls loudly spoke as he explored with his eyes.

Out of nowhere, a huge dog hopped into the pathway, "Buster!" Owen ran towards a towering dog-like creature that was also running towards him. It jumped towards the kid and began licking him all over his body, "Hey... stop!" He chucked as he pushed him away.