The True Edda

0. The Birth of All

Let me tell you a story. One you may not have heard. I very much doubt you've heard this story. You may think me crazy as I tell it, but hear me out to the end. You won't regret a minute of having this knowledge. If you don't believe it, you may at least enjoy it,

We've all heard the stories of old about the Dark Elves. The first being to come into existence. They lived in the pitch black of the time before time. That is until the great war of power. The Asgardians, led by the first Allfather, Bör waged war on the dark ways of the elves. The war is what our existence was created by, making Bör and his army the gods that blessed us with life and everything in it. The Asgardians have been praised as gods ever since, the only problem is, they are just as mortal as you or I.

This may come to a shock to you, but Asgard is not the true home of the gods. They're worship continues to anger those who truly are the gods of the Earth we call our home. But who created the Dark Elves and the Asgardians? Hasn't that question been jumbled around in our minds for all of the years of our lives? Let's start at the very beginning.

The Valkarian are the ones who granted all of life. The betrayed immortals from the plane Valkara were once a race of peaceful deities who created the earth while the war waged on. How is this possible, you may be asking yourself. In the time before time, even before the Dark Elves, the entity Mornatur was pregnant. The black space inside of her stomach. With each of her contraction, a pulse of energy was sent throughout the entirety of that empty space. With each pulse, small explosions of eternal fire was created, our sun is one of those small explosions, ten were made with each contraction. Until finally, birth was given to three young deities. The once empty plane was the last thing to exit the great Goddess in the form of a giant glass orb.

The universe was the fourth child of The Mother of All. The three young siblings aged quickly, what would seem like only days to use. "Entertain your young brother." The goddess softly spoke to her three children.

"Who could she be talking about?" the three looked between each other.

The only brother they knew of was Isulv, but he was the oldest out of the three, but not the youngest of the siblings. They soon realized what their mother meant as she sat smiling on her throne of what we would know to be silk and gold. The black and starry orb sat yards in front of the throne for the goddess to stare at as she sat pondering how proud she was of her most precious possession.

Isulv, Haihale, and Kråke approached their deer, fragile brother and began to play around him as children do.  Haihale picked up Galaxy and threw him to Isulv, who then threw him to Kråke, then back to Haihale. The first game of catch, it seems.

"My children, use caution!" The goddess rose her hand, arising from her chair in worry. Haihale became startled and dropped poor Galaxy on the empty white marble floor, shattering nearly half of him. "Oh, dear." Mornatur  scurried to her damaged child as his shards went inside of him, creating the comets, asteroids, and planets of the universe. The goddess lifted her child into her hands and held him close to her cheek, rubbing the broken half against her skin crying. "You are okay my child, they meant not what was done."

With each caress of the broken pieces, the goddess's face became cut and bloody. The mixture of her blood and tears fell upon the solid glass orb covering him nearly completely. He was healed but that did not stop many suns from exploding, creating the first black holes. The eternal fires do not die, they only change form. This gave the three siblings an idea.

As Mornatur lay her mended child back on his altar, Kråke was the sibling to approach her mother with the plan. "Mother, we'd like to apologize to our brother with gifts from each of us."

"Is that so?" The goddess smiled forgivingly as she sat back on her throne.

"Yes." Kråke gave her a bubbly smile as she rested a gentle palm on Galaxy. "Pick one, sister." Kråke looked back at  her sister who was older than her by seven days and seven nights.