A Prophecy
Loki sat across from Mobius with a confused expression. “What do you mean there’s a universe where I become the god of fire?” he asked. A good question, considering most versions of him were Frost Giants.
“Several variants of Loki are considered the god of fire just like several are considered the god of stories,” Mobius replied, taking a bite of something called a granola bar. An odd human snack.
“Strange, are any of them Frost Giants?
“Most are actually,” Mobius explained, before handing Loki a piece of paper. “Recently we found this letter was found on one of the timelines, its signature didn’t match the branch it was found in so I did some digging,” he added.
“Hm?” Loki hummed as he began reading…A letter of all things.
Dear Other World,
Sedir was a fickle thing, never truly being a good or bad thing. It was something inside that only powerful sorcerers could tap into. Using it and the energy within the vast world to manipulate reality. Though Sedir could easily corrupt a creature if they so dared to let it.
Though Sedir was an odd thing among the Æsir. All Aesir had it, whether they were aware of it or not. Each and every one of them had a magical signature. Which wasn’t a rarity among The Nine Realms. Almost every creature born of Yggdrasil, The World Tree, has a magical signature.
What made Asgard unique was the pure balance of energy within it. Most realms had pockets of highly concentrated energy which then trickled down into other areas of the realm restoring the Sedir of the creatures within it.
This was one of the reasons Midgard didn’t have any sorcerers trained in the art of Sedir. There was just no energy for it. This was because Midgard was located in the middle base of The World Tree. If Midgard had any trace of energy within it, it could make ruin of the entire system.
While Asgard worked as a conductor, having steady levels of energy that cycled through it. Midgard, however, was more of a deterrent. It made sure that too much energy didn’t escape Asgard and collect at the realms near Yggdrasil’s roots. It was also why Asgard could act as a conductor to begin.
This system was in no means perfect, just as most things in nature were. As mentioned beforehand this system had its downsides for the realms at The Tree’s roots. The compact packets of energy were unpredictable and had to be constantly monitored to keep from engulfing the realm.
These pockets, or areas, were dangerous. Most went mad upon staying within them for more than an hour, at the most. At the least, a person went insane as soon as they stepped foot inside.
Magical barriers were established, of course. Though moderation was still important. Queen Frigga, of Asgard, would often visit the outskirts of these high energy areas to ensure that the magical barrier was secure. No one had made it past the inner edges’ boundary lines.
Dangers lived within or at least that’s what they say. No one knew what lurked inside these pockets of energy, for not even Heimdall could see inside them. They were one mystery that no one has dared to solve. Except this statement is only true in theory, as many have disappeared before receiving answers.
The Norns once told of a group of six emerging from one of the areas. Born of many different realms, this group is not the wisest, nor is it the strongest. Their paths are wildly different, as are their origins. Not much is known about them, except for a series of confusing sentences.
As the prophecy tells:[
||Six to tell the tale
One will bare locks of gold, an armor so thick that only the mind will fold
They call to them all
Another will follow as they have yet to figure if their talents are truly there
Battle strong, the next doesn’t know their name
As far as the eye cannot be trusted, two figures born of scales and blood the scars they bare bringing dread
A child coiled, their cries unheard
Time doesn’t know where it begins, the next is the first
The last of the six, a flame so bright
The six will not be the end or may they find theirs||
Ever as I try, I cannot figure out the identities of the six. I don’t think I ever will be able to. The Norns continue to speak in tongues, as is my communication limited. I have figured out one thing though.
To whomever may be reading this. The prophecy will begin soon. We need to stop it or the six will be in grave danger. Please send help. We need your resources.
The Watcher
“So little yet so much,” Loki muttered.
“I know, we don’t know much about this so-called Watcher but we do know he sent this letter from an undiscovered timeline,” Mobius told Loki excitedly. Mobius always got excited about the strangest things.
“Should we watch it then?” Loki asked with a knowing smile.
“You really want to?”
“Of course, Mobius. This is an undocumented timeline we’re talking about,” Loki’s tone was teasing but he actually was curious what this timeline was like.
Mobius grinned before grabbing Loki’s hand and dragging him to the Time Theater.