Chapter 5- The Asgardian “War”.
We sped towards the lights that Odin called ‘Asgard’. I cautiously looked back out the window, but there was no sight of a giant man-puppy terrorizing the streets: Fenrir. Odin hit the brakes and the car screeched to a stop in front of a MARTA Station. Henry and I hopped out of the car, pondering on what Odin was going to do next. “We have arrived!” Odin shouted proudly, as if he ruled the place. I nudged Henry. “Something is definitely wrong with his brain,” He laughed. But as Henry and I teased each other about Odin, my brain started shuffling the letters of MARTA around. Instead of before, where I recognized it as the word MARTA, it mixed and matched until I read ‘Asgardian Rails: DownTown Denver Station’.
A train came into the station as we walked down to the platform, and Odin beckoned us forward into the red and golden train. I trudged forward, slouching against the automatic doors as they slowly inched open. The train seemed to take only 5 minutes, but by the time I looked at my watch, it was past midnight. Odin, Henry, and I hopped off the train when the train boomed.
“Last stop: Asgard,” A voice said. “Is this for real?” I asked Henry, gazing around at the amazing scene before me. The street lamps shone, reflecting gold light onto the icy streets. We followed Odin to an apartment, with walls lined with ancient artifacts. Weapons used in battles thousands of years before sat on pedestals in the living room. “Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you were Odin, were you!” Henry asked, his eyes fixed on a plaque on one of the pedestals that read: Thor’s Hammer. On the stand sat an old, rusted steel hammer with the name Thor engraved on the side of it.
“No, in fact, I wasn’t,” Odin responded quietly, “What made you think that?” “Well, maybe that in Norse myths, Odin was thousands of years old,” I mumbled, embarrassed as soon as the words came out of my mouth. “Are you saying that it’s impossible that I am?” He asked quizzically. “N-n-no,” I stammered nervously, afraid that he would be angry. “I see a point in believing that you simply cannot live forever, but that being said, I can... any more questions before my brain capacity fills up?” Odin asked calmly. “So, what’s with this hammer?” Henry asked. “That is the hammer of Thor, the god of thunder,” Odin replied, “It was last used in the battle of Ragnarok, and has been unwielding to people since.”
I yawned, realizing it was 1:00 in the morning. I flopped down on the couch in the living room, and eventually drifted off to sleep. I had a dream that night, and a very unusual one too. I was hovering above a scene with luminescent colors of stone and metal. A castle of gold rose in the distance, somewhat recognizable as Asgard. A god in reddened bronze armor (Apparently the king) sat on a pitch black throne, folded together by souls of the dead. What appeared to be his brother kneeled in front of him, his body shaking with fear. “Any news on the status of Asgard?” He asked.
“I had hoped for better news Vé, yet nothing has come from Thor,” the King answered. I recalled Vé being Odin’s brother, so the other one must’ve been Vili, the third brother. “What if something has happened to Thor?” Vé said shyly, looking at the ground. “We can let him deal with it,” Vili responded, giving Vé a sharp blow on the neck with the hilt of his sword. “We never told Thor we would baby-sit him!” He said, outraged, “If we had, then we would be the ones in Asgard getting our heads torn off!”
His tone startled me, and I woke up with a sudden jolt. I saw the sun rising and ran to tell Odin. I looked all over the flat, but he was nowhere to be found. I went to wake Henry up only to find him gone as well. Panicking, I ran out the front door and down the lawn, and saw Odin and Henry peacefully eating breakfast on the porch. “What was all that racket about??” Odin asked, munching on a heavily buttered piece of toast. “Well, when you wake up and there’s nobody with you, you panic!” I responded, still nervous. “Now that you’re here, what got you so startled?” Odin asked, curiously. I told him about my dream with Vili and Vé, and about their plans to overrun Asgard. He stroked his chin and nodded. “Hmm...interesting.”
“What are you going to do about it?” Henry asked, wide-eyed his jaws wide open. “We’ll see,” Odin responded. “If it is true, what you say, we will have to engage in battle. Otherwise, we can just sit and wait.” “What? Are you kidding me?” I asked.“Well, what else would we do?” Odin offered. “When this is over with, then we can have fun. For the time being, we wait and be ready.
