On the outskirts of an island; Watching the tides roll and froth at the sand, was a blonde who looked no older than 18. His ruby eyes held an age that betrayed his youthful face however. The three stones behind him stood tall as the seal, that led to the other worldly gate, lay at its feet. Shimmering and glowing, casting its light onto the stones. The male needed out and away from his post; however, there was no true way to escape this island. Except to just sit there in the sand and enjoy the small breeze that played at his hair, and taking in the scent of the ocean.

For days he had done this. He knew his duty laid up in the Ginnungagap and in front of the gate to Niflheim. He knew he should not be wasting away his days, watching the ocean and being deep in thought. That inexplicable truth remained. He missed traveling and seeing the world though. The world held so many curiosities that made the world worth looking at again. Before he had gotten so tired of seeing the world, he shut himself from it. Now that the world was new, the people who are in it are new, he wanted to see it all again. What cruel Irony was this?

He was sure all of his friends by now were all middle aged and were leading honest lives. They all probably had Families of their own now. Not that, that bothered him any. He just felt like he was missing it. He was missing everything because he couldn't keep his mourning and grief from killing one innocent life. If he had to compare this to anything, he could say that he felt like someone decided to ground him. Ground him with the task of rewriting the world's laws and preventing the gate from opening up any further. The dull ache in his chest was a reminder of this. That someday the gate would open and release its hell.

He sighed. He should return and continue working on said laws. He stood up from his spot and brushed the sand off his clothes. He gave the ocean one last look. He would have turned away and went to the seal, had his vision not caught attention to a ship aimed in the direction of his island. Either those people on the ship were very lost, or they had some unsaid reason for coming this way. He gave a sour look and headed up to the seal, not heeding the ship any of his attention. Why should he worry about it? After he entered the seal, those idiots wouldn't be able to enter even if they tried. They would need either his or the centurions consent. All of which, weren't going to supply such consent.

He vanished to the other side of the seal, and the seal itself closed behind him. He made his way up to the top of the Ginnungagap, ignoring the monsters that greeted him on his ascent. Once there, in the garnet colored chamber, he went back to work on revising the laws.