DREAM
WHO: Arngrim/Hrist, (orb_guardian)
PERMISSIONS: Free for use
He was standing in the middle of a hall, holding a great sword in his hands. Everything around him looked precious; the walls appeared to be made out of pure gold, the ornament and decorations were made out of the most precious jewels one could imagine, a soft music was played in the background; if anything this place had to be heaven, a divine, sacred palace. Without a doubt, gods would feel at ease living here.
“Einherjar!” a woman’s voice said, firmly, with authority. He turned his head to her; the woman was wearing a black and golden armor, her hairs and eyes were dark purple and her stare was as cold as the golden walls surrounding them. He sighed and turned away from her, folding the sword on his back. “Come! It’s important!” she told him, stopping a few feet away from him.
“Not to me, it isn’t Hrist.” he replied defiantly and crossed his arms.
“What’s that?!” the woman replied angrily, frowning at this answer.
“You’re off to save Odin, right?” he turned his head to her “I don’t give a damn.”
The authority her face was displaying gave place to shock and surprise, and soon to sadness as she understood he wouldn’t help her, even though she was meant to have authority over him. He turned away from her and closed his eyes.
“It goes without saying, humans would be better off without him.” he added. As he opened his eyes, he could see two men walking to him. They both looked quite unusual. One of them had green hairs, a bow and strange clothes. The other was much taller, his skin was gray, his eyes red and his hairs spiky. He was holding a red orb, flames whirling around it. He looked, to say the least, demonic.
“Guess I can’t argue with that.” The green-haired man told him as they got close, then they both stopped walking, standing by his side. At this moment, the three of them could see another woman coming to them; she looked younger than Hrist and had long blonde hairs. Given her stature and her clothes, she was probably royalty, a princess or something. She didn’t say a word and passed them, standing to face Hrist. The three men turned to see Hrist as well, but she had changed. She was now wearing a blue armor, her hairs were much longer, braided and silver. Her face was softer, as were her blue eyes.
“I am not the Valkyrie you know.” she said, her voice much softer, different than Hrist’s. As she spoke, a light fog appeared, blurring out everything in the room, and the music ceased.
“No kidding.” he replied to the Valkyrie and shook his head. The Valkyrie turned her head to him and briefly nodded
“You will come to serve Me.” she affirmed.
“Huh?” he turned to the two other men, the green-haired one shrugged, while the demonic one frowned. He turned to him, staring for a few seconds, and then he handed the red orb to him. His eyes widened at that, but he took it without complaints. When he turned back to Valkyrie, she had changed once more; she was now blonde, with shorter hairs and a light purple armor. In fact, she looked a lot like the princess. The princess walked to her and took her hand.
“We should go now.” The blonde Valkyrie said to the princess. Like when the silver-haired Valkyrie had spoken, the room underwent a transformation. Everything turned silver, and as if covered in dust.
“Yes.” The princess answered firmly, and the blonde Valkyrie disappeared. The princess fell on her knee, surrounded by a halo of light, and underwent a transformation. Once she stood up, her eyes had turned golden, she looked overall more mature, her clothes were different and two wings of a pure white appeared on her back. Further in the room, behind the princess, a man appeared and looked dumbfounded at this transformation. His face was blurry and his word impossible to understand. He threw his weapons into the ground, and in a matter of second, magical waves of energy emitted from it, recovering the whole room with it.
The princess ran to him, and all that was heard was an insane, maniacal laughter before he two of them disappeared. The magical waves faded away, revealing what had happened to the hall. No gold, no silver, only gray. All that had been left by the counter of the two beings were ruins, the fog now thicker than before. A large, imposing spear, blurred in an halo of light was now remaining where the princess and the madman met moments ago. The green-haired man walked to the spear slowly.
“The world has become so twisted and distorted… Someone has to straighten it out. That someone is us.” The green-haired man said and grabbed the holy spear. He turned to the two other men, smiling lightly.
He took his word and threw it onto the ground, but the demon brought a hand on his shoulder.
“You have work to do. The task of repairing Midgard still...” he said, but his last worded faded away, unheard.
“What? You want me…?” he started, but he was interrupted as the demon threw a piece of broken mirror into the ground. Light came out of it, engulfing everything around them, nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard any more, save for the last word of the green-haired man, faintly heard.
“Let’s go.”
PERMISSIONS: Free for use
He was standing in the middle of a hall, holding a great sword in his hands. Everything around him looked precious; the walls appeared to be made out of pure gold, the ornament and decorations were made out of the most precious jewels one could imagine, a soft music was played in the background; if anything this place had to be heaven, a divine, sacred palace. Without a doubt, gods would feel at ease living here.
“Einherjar!” a woman’s voice said, firmly, with authority. He turned his head to her; the woman was wearing a black and golden armor, her hairs and eyes were dark purple and her stare was as cold as the golden walls surrounding them. He sighed and turned away from her, folding the sword on his back. “Come! It’s important!” she told him, stopping a few feet away from him.
“Not to me, it isn’t Hrist.” he replied defiantly and crossed his arms.
“What’s that?!” the woman replied angrily, frowning at this answer.
“You’re off to save Odin, right?” he turned his head to her “I don’t give a damn.”
The authority her face was displaying gave place to shock and surprise, and soon to sadness as she understood he wouldn’t help her, even though she was meant to have authority over him. He turned away from her and closed his eyes.
“It goes without saying, humans would be better off without him.” he added. As he opened his eyes, he could see two men walking to him. They both looked quite unusual. One of them had green hairs, a bow and strange clothes. The other was much taller, his skin was gray, his eyes red and his hairs spiky. He was holding a red orb, flames whirling around it. He looked, to say the least, demonic.
“Guess I can’t argue with that.” The green-haired man told him as they got close, then they both stopped walking, standing by his side. At this moment, the three of them could see another woman coming to them; she looked younger than Hrist and had long blonde hairs. Given her stature and her clothes, she was probably royalty, a princess or something. She didn’t say a word and passed them, standing to face Hrist. The three men turned to see Hrist as well, but she had changed. She was now wearing a blue armor, her hairs were much longer, braided and silver. Her face was softer, as were her blue eyes.
“I am not the Valkyrie you know.” she said, her voice much softer, different than Hrist’s. As she spoke, a light fog appeared, blurring out everything in the room, and the music ceased.
“No kidding.” he replied to the Valkyrie and shook his head. The Valkyrie turned her head to him and briefly nodded
“You will come to serve Me.” she affirmed.
“Huh?” he turned to the two other men, the green-haired one shrugged, while the demonic one frowned. He turned to him, staring for a few seconds, and then he handed the red orb to him. His eyes widened at that, but he took it without complaints. When he turned back to Valkyrie, she had changed once more; she was now blonde, with shorter hairs and a light purple armor. In fact, she looked a lot like the princess. The princess walked to her and took her hand.
“We should go now.” The blonde Valkyrie said to the princess. Like when the silver-haired Valkyrie had spoken, the room underwent a transformation. Everything turned silver, and as if covered in dust.
“Yes.” The princess answered firmly, and the blonde Valkyrie disappeared. The princess fell on her knee, surrounded by a halo of light, and underwent a transformation. Once she stood up, her eyes had turned golden, she looked overall more mature, her clothes were different and two wings of a pure white appeared on her back. Further in the room, behind the princess, a man appeared and looked dumbfounded at this transformation. His face was blurry and his word impossible to understand. He threw his weapons into the ground, and in a matter of second, magical waves of energy emitted from it, recovering the whole room with it.
The princess ran to him, and all that was heard was an insane, maniacal laughter before he two of them disappeared. The magical waves faded away, revealing what had happened to the hall. No gold, no silver, only gray. All that had been left by the counter of the two beings were ruins, the fog now thicker than before. A large, imposing spear, blurred in an halo of light was now remaining where the princess and the madman met moments ago. The green-haired man walked to the spear slowly.
“The world has become so twisted and distorted… Someone has to straighten it out. That someone is us.” The green-haired man said and grabbed the holy spear. He turned to the two other men, smiling lightly.
He took his word and threw it onto the ground, but the demon brought a hand on his shoulder.
“You have work to do. The task of repairing Midgard still...” he said, but his last worded faded away, unheard.
“What? You want me…?” he started, but he was interrupted as the demon threw a piece of broken mirror into the ground. Light came out of it, engulfing everything around them, nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard any more, save for the last word of the green-haired man, faintly heard.
“Let’s go.”