The Wandering E-Book

Indira Durmic

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

This story is a fantasy narration of a journey that a group of Norse Gods take to save what remains of the old ways before the polytheism gets replaced totally by the Cristianity. It is called the Wandering because they go to Midgard (the Middle Earth) leaving all their powers behind.They have different encounters and they indeed help to those who still believe in the old ways to keep their beliefs and continue their battles.

Leseprobe

David Griffin, Indira Durmic

The Wandering

A Viking story

To the Gods and Goddesses of oldBookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The Wandering begins

THE WANDERING

BY DAVID GRIFFIN AND INDIRA DURMIC

Chapter I

Two ravens were feeling as well as seeing each other high in the clouds, before they rushed into a wondrous embrace of flight symmetry. Once connected they hovered briefly, before taking a grand dive, bursting through the clouds into the blue sky, and towards a vast mountain expanse. A penetrating aura of gold and white light surrounded all in sight. The ravens rode a gust of downward air, around the mighty world tree Yggdrasil. The angry squirrel Ratatoskr threw a nut on them, which was easily deflected by a wing of a smirking raven. Arrived at the end of a magnificent journey down Yggdrasil, they lifted just in time to fly over the heads of the three Norns, that were holding the only eye among them. The sister in the middle protected it with both her hands, as her siblings waved off the birds. Through a prairie of light and a forest of darkness they fly. Up through the foothills of the mountain, past a majestic hall, they fly. Through an opening in the eyes of statues in their own likeness, to the throne of the Allfather, King of Asgard, they fly. A second later they land one per shoulder, wings extended, squawking in both of his ears. Odin slams his spear Gungnir hard enough for an echo to vibrate down out of the throne room unto the land, carried by the magical will of his intent.

His approach was expected by the Norns, and he found them bickering over the eye among them. He stopped in front of a well that stood before him and the sisters. He did not make eye contact with them for obvious reasons. Instead he looked deep into the well. With both his hands resting on the stone he spoke :”There are disturbing events unfolding upon Midgard and those of our ways. Soon I fear all our teachings will be lost”.

“Worried about your precious Einherjar ranks, more than about wellbeing of the folk I see”, said the eldest of the three, holding the lidless eye.

A brief moment after the Norn spoke, the voice seemingly coming from the wind replied: “I see you still fumble around for that eye. Speaking to Odin of his intentions is not your place crone!”

Confused and startled, the sisters put the eye up to reveal the origin of that voice, and soon they discovered that it was not of the wind at all, but that of a horse fly on Odin’s shoulder. The transition from the fly to his physical self was as smooth as his fabled tongue. Loki gasped all three sisters in unison. After a brief moment to compose themselves, the youngest sister snatched the eye and stepped forward.

“ I know of your concerns Allfather and they are all true. What's left of your teachings in Midgard will fall into shadow. And so it shall be”...echoed from behind her by the remaining sisters.

“ How do I stop it?”, said Odin finally staring directly into the eye. The last sister snuck a grab of the eye as she pushed her sibling back.

“There is no stopping it. No. No. It cannot be stopped but it can be changed”. At the mention of this all three sisters fought over the eye. It fell to the ground and rolled to Loki’s feet, so he picked it up and looked at it sideways with a mischievous grin. “ Give it to us”, screeched the three, as they walked menacingly towards the trickster God.