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Vanir

Vanir

"Everyone has some friend, even among his enemies." - The Saga of Olaf Haraldsson

"You are to be in audience with Freyr the Vanir at dawn, get up! get up!" A petite blonde female? barked as she threw my sheets off the basic bed I had been given here. The light elves were kind to me in the short time I have had to settle in.

I reside in common abode in Alfheim my quarters are nothing like they were in Asgard even in my past slave life I owned better lodgings. To complain would be selfish I was lucky they didn't kill me when I arrived, the gods know I'm a fugitive.

This female had laid out what seems to be a dress, upon the simple wooden chair placed in the corner of the room. The being was see-through with golden sparks covering her feet, she was floating with long blonde hair, her squeaky voice aroused my suspicions to her gender. There was no personality to any living creature here, they just 'were' they existed in a never ending blankness, interacting solely for tasks and purposes. Some carried names even titles they were never shared, I was still attempting the cipher through the information newly stored in my head. It was a strange feeling having someone in your mind placing names, backgrounds, social exceptions and the functions of an experienced life in a strange new surrounding.

After a series of glimmering corridors, misleading passageways and inept greetings our destination was finally revealed as a grand yet simplistic throne room. The decor in this place looked tumescent with light there were many blank but golden walls. It was all very confusing the interior and exterior of buildings here flickered many colours of the sun, light was obviously a key element in their desired theme.

"Miss Alison of Midgard Asgard and Enemy of Odin. My, my, my you have created quite a title haven't you little one?" The centre of the floor stood a wicker throne atop of a flamed altar, she was astonishing. Freyr the Vanir I assumed, her features pointed and pale, her eyes white as pearls and her hair soft as a mink coat. She was not of pure light elf kind, she appeared as mortal yet retaining a higher monarchal presence.

"I never intended for..." I began as she hushed me.

"Miss Alison... again if I have to ask a third time I'm afraid my patience would to be worn thinly. What would be your family title?" Freyr's lips rolled into a fine grimace.

"Alison Iver... my name is Alison Iver. I escaped from Earth and was transported as a slave into Asgard, I served queen..." This Freyr had a habit of interrupting.

"Yes, yes I know your story. I am well aware of your every thought and experience, have you not realised the extent of how we visited your mind upon your arrival, naive girl." Her features contorted, I was beginning to become frustrated with the churlish woman.

"You are well aware of the stirrings within Asgard, you my dear are the pinnacle of a revolution. It is my duty to craft you into such a leader." Her form floated with her delicate steps, towering over me a good four feet higher.

"While under our nations protection however long your visitation is here, you shall be taught a certain set of skills. The Light Elves are gentle and neutral folk, although the barriers may become blurred, this universe is changing Iver. There are power's rising beyond the darkest moons, take advantage of this incoming chaos. Free your people while you still can, take this opportunity to create your own civilisation." Her words suggested unimaginable things.

"Are you suggesting an inevitable war? Not only the humans movement but something more dangerous... more powerful? Where will it come from?" My questions sparked an immediate reaction upon her face.