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Helvete

Helvete

"Word carries, though mouth stands still." - Vapnfirðinga Saga

My mind had yet grown tainted, memories faded and appeared too fast to comprehend. Why at every pinnacle moment of my life, have I been told not to loose myself when it is exactly what is happening?

My thoughts had been tampered with by the Vanir, my body by the Elves and my soul... my soul had not left the home it was caught in, it had not left the said man I had entrusted my heart with. With every particle of myself conflicting with each other, how in Gods name was I supposed to keep everything together when everything was so chaotically drifting apart?

"So many fleeting complications my child. What must you apply yourself to?" A sharp sarcastic voice emitted itself from the shrewd Freyr.

"How is it that I became caught in this madness? You and thousands others expect me to march up to the throne of Asgard, demand my peoples freedom and with so many voices telling me who I am, I'm afraid I do not know the truth any longer." My voice stayed monotone with any sound of emotion absent.

"There are so many variations of myself from different worlds, my mind is in two I fear I shall split. The person in my head is not the person that speaks for me, my thoughts proclaim love peace for the many and the one man that I tell myself I love and trust. Yet I do not know him, I have all this information but no attachment to any of it. Are you an ally or a foe? Am I my own person or just some tool in a greater picture?" I felt flustered, I was cracking everything was tearing before it had begun.

"My child you have so many questions and ideas it consumes you. You may not know who to trust, you shouldn't have this knowledge. You are serving one purpose and one purpose only to free your people, become an icon. Further matters shall be dealt for you." Her embrace was obscure her long limbs encased me.

"Handled by whom?" I knew so much but of all the wrong facts.

"Never you worry yourself little Iver. You are my gem, follow the arrangement as you were trained here. The rest as I said is out of your hands." With her words fading away Freyr vanished leaving me on the outskirts of Alfhiem.

I was to begin my journey, the dawn had yet to strike and the cover of darkness aided my passage back into Asgard. Unknown to some there are various links from Asgard to outer worlds, Freyr had handed me such information in order for my arrival to be at an unforeseen ultimatum. There were to be no debates struck, I was to offer a simple 'let my people go or face the indignation that follows.'

Dawned in my armour and jade cloak I plunged into the valley, it would end upon the hills at the rear of golden palace.

***

Days of traipsing through bogs, forests and fields the hike over the clouds led me to the said glorious sight that was Asgard. Only if this image my memory serves is truthful the sight I see before me is lesser than triumphant.

Asgard was no longer the splendid sight it once was, the palace ached a dull bronze glow the lower city itself shrouded under a thick black smog. The once grand architectural feats such as the bridges and statues that decorated the entire city were crumbling, it seem the kingdom was decimating. Screams could be heard from my perch, a woman being attacked by street thugs, many voices traveled in chaotic blurs, humming turmoil from the lower towns.

My vantage point bared witness to the scene every possible entry point into the palace was sealed. The grand large windows bricked the doors barred and the balconies demolished. What were they attempting to shut out?

This was not the world I had predicted to be faced with, it was a world asphyxiating on its own blood and moral depravity. The community once upheld now at its breaking point, I was barreling headlong into urban warfare and universal treachery. How was I the leader chosen to save people from their own creation? With my absence this kingdom had con-caved with the greatest gallery of rogues known to man roaming the very streets. The bare sight of the present now deeming my mission even more futile.

I scaled the rooftops leading to Idavoll which marked the centre of the city, it was here the halls of Gladsheim and Vingolf were placed. The humans took residence in the absence of the Deities that owned them, the great halls now appeared as slums. Various sheets of material blended to create shelter and bustles of beings swept quickly in the shadows. This place had deteriorated to the lowest life could offer.

To begin my undertaking the best way to spread a message is through word of mouth. A pre pubescent rumour that the leader of the mortals revolt was in Asgard, should gain attention within the population. Thereby cornering a street rat child as a discreet stranger I began the whispers in the city.

It was time to gain the publics support and confront the oppressor, the King of Asgard himself, Thor. My mission was simple yet from the appearance of the kingdom I need to seek answers of the cause of rotting that occurs throughout Asgard. My actions became clockwork I was following every inch of the arrangement planned.

Skimming through the city my thoughts conflicted everything the voice inside me is screaming to get out. Just being in this place she's telling me to love him to run into her once home and find her soul once more. How do I trust her? Is she part of who I am or another vision of insanity that calls her home my life? The confusion in my skull the many voices and memories tippling around I just want to shut it off, flip the switch. Shut my humanity down so this conscience and second life no longer lingers at the foreground of my daily activities.

A humming noise echoed from my locket, the same locket Thor had given me, the locket Nessi had risked her life for. A trinket that was irrefutable evidence that my past life was not just a fabricated lie, my mind screamed the locket buzzed I just want all this noise to cease. I was slowly going insane.

***

I had spent three days gathering knowledge of the cities downfall, the current lifestyle and occupancy of the now bronze fortress. So much depravity had taken place upon my leave, Odin ran tyrannically ripping apart the kingdom to search for my whereabouts. He stretched to the distant universe, leaving Thor to handle the kingdom and contend with Odins plot to kill me.

Upon Odin's return he unleashed a terrible rage upon Asgard breaking treaties and agreements with outer worlds causing the city to wither in his obsession. Trade had ceased, crime had heightened and with no one to challenge the Allfather he tore the kingdom apart port to port. Even upon his death bed with both sons by his side he could not compel the mildness to speak one last goodbye.

Thor had grown bitter in the loss of his father and the state of the kingdom, with attacks of Frost Giants and other enemies a regular occurrence it was all too overwhelming. Therefore, the doors of the palace clamped shut, he had given up on his people, his family and his love of anything. I had learnt Loki fled the land to seek better lodgings and Frigga entered an internal slumber in sorrow of the world that now exists.

Freyr was wrong this city did not need another war it needed a cleansing. The revolution planned would be futile given the current state the place was in, where would I take the thousands of humans? I have no far off land to promise them. I did not foresee the land they were to be freed from and allowed to situate in to be a hovel state of hell. Freedom they now had with Asgardian rule in shards they lived poor but free, my position seems useless and my mission compromised.

With the day ending I would start tomorrow morning with a unannounced presence with Thor.