Waking- Ben- Ben
Charrrrggggeeee!" roaring, flashing, destruction all around. Surt set everything ablaze with his sword of fire. The once glorious field of Ida was strewn with the carnage of war. The war had started gloriously. We had smashed through the Jotun forces and pushed the trolls back almost past the edge of Asgard.
But we could not keep up the effort. The Midgard Serpent arose from the watery depths and struck at Thor, and the mighty hound Fenris had swallowed the all father Odin. While these great beasts were slain, it was with a dreadful cost. We lost our best leaders.
At the command center, Diamondlight and Realmsong were in conference. "If we follow around here and come upon the fire demons from behind-"
"They'd just turn and set fire to us. They may not be able to kill us, but we can't kill them." Realmsong finished up. "We can come around and attack Garm from behind." However, most of the fighters had been slaughtered on both sides.
But then darkness took the world, and the great dragon of destruction, the Nidhogg, arose from the center of the earth and destroyed Yggdrasil, the world tree. From Niflheim, the spirits of the dead were returned to the surface, no longer bound by the laws of death.
The dragon turned his baleful gaze at me. He looked right through me and my life was torn away from me-
Beep beep beep, beep beep beep, "Up, up, just because it's your first day doesn't mean you shouldn't go." My mom called out from down the hall. She always wakes up before me. I don't know why, she doesn't leave until 9:30, hours after I leave. "Up Ben, I won't say it again she says, flicking my lights on.
"Mmmm, you sure?" I mumble. I was up late because I couldn't sleep. A new school, new people, and a new neighborhood. It was a pretty scary thing to think about, especially since where I came from, a new school meant you were the new, easy target. "At least you get to sleep in" I growl at my cat at the foot of my bed.
"Mrow?" Gladys lifts her head and stares at me. It's almost creepy how long she can stare at you.
I kick the covers off and work my way through my normal morning schedule. Shower, breakfast, pack my lunch and backpack, and start out the door. "Wait! Brush your teeth." She always is looking out for me, even my teeth.
When I finally get to school, there's about twenty minutes until my first class. I head to the cafeteria where I know I'll find the only friend I've met here. Ricky is sitting at the back table again. I may not be popular, but I hate standing away from people. It doesn't seem to bother him.
"Sup." I say, trying, and failing, to be cool.
"Hey." He said. He never seems to be bothered by anything; school, sports, and family never throw him. "New day, you ready to get attacked by the gangs around here?" I know he's joking, so I just try to let go of my nerves.
"Heh, you wish, I'll be with the group attacking you though." He rolls his eyes in mock wonder and says; "You? You couldn't join a group if your life depended on it…well, maybe if your life depended on it, but not much else."
It's true, I always have respected the rules more than anyone, and most groups want you to break the rules to join their club.
RRIINNGG a low roar fills the room as everyone jumps off the bleachers. "See you after school Ricky." I toss out. The day passes quickly, and I do end up picking a fight with a Junior. I was in the halls when I heard "Hey you, that's my spot!" A big guy looked me over and thought I'd be an easy target to make an example of. However, when he hit me, I didn't feel it. I guess he expected me to fall or at least stagger backwards since when his fist hit, he staggered to the side. I just followed my instincts, and with a quick whirl and flip, he was on his back.
The rest of the day passed without incident, though people just stared at me when I passed by them in the hall. They avoided me, which felt awkward. I'm normally excepted everywhere.
"Hey!" someone called out to me. The bell had already rung and I was outside, but I turned around to see who called. Yep, it was the same guy I picked a fight with. "You got a problem with me? I'm in all ways better than you, so just lay off." He said.
"Why? Are you scared of me?" I taunted. Even though he had three other guys with him, I wasn't the slightest bit afraid, and they saw. I guess they thought I was bluffing, because their answer came as a fist. I ducked the hit and for the second time that day, grabbed him and flipped him over my back.
I felt a fist rammed into my back, but I barely feel it. A quick shove sends one more to the ground several yards away. I feel good, even though I'm attacking people, I feel good. Then I feel something inside me change, and I get clouted across the mouth by the last guy. He seems surprised that he hit me. The ground comes rushing up to meet me, and that's the last thing I remember
Later that day, I was on my way to Cross Country practice with Ricky. "Yeah, it was really weird; I didn't even know what had happened to me." I just finished telling him about the incident with my classmates earlier.
He just looked at me odd and said "I wonder why." Then he shook his head and started talking again.
I love running; it lets me be on my own and in nature and gives me a break from the day. I used to be the best at my old school, but now I had competition. Ricky and I stayed towards the back of the pack and slowly fell behind.
When we came up into the mountains we lost sight of our group, and with the darkness and mist, we slowed down a lot so we could see where we were going. We must of stumbled off the path because up ahead a cave loomed.
"Whoa," Ricky gasps beside me, "that is a big cave." The mouth loomed, I can't believe we didn't see it earlier.
"Wanna go in?" I ask him, even though he's already started forward. "Ok, just don't listen to me." I mumble quietly, scrambling up the rocks. Inside, a small creek flows further in. "That water has got to be cold." I commented, looking at where it came from, up on top of the mountain.
However, when we crossed, the water was warm and soothing. Another turn brought us to what must have been the heart of the mountain.
"Whoa" he said. That summed it up nicely. Surrounding us were seven oval portals, each with a different scene inside. One was on fire, another was covered in ice, one looked like earth, one was dark, one was light, one was graceful, and one was flowing, and in between us and portals stood one immense figure.
Garbed in golden armor, he stood with his eyes shut, a massive sword that reached his shoulders. The sword was almost twelve feet long. Before I could take anything more in, his eyes opened.
Immediately my neck snaps back almost to a breaking point, and mist starts pouring out of my throat and ears and any other opening in my body. The sensation is painful and ecstatic all at once. The mist coalesces into a ghostly warrior with a crown on his head, and sword in it's hands.
Though he's transparent and gray, it's clear that this was a leader, of who or what, I have no idea. His eyes glow with power, and burn through me like a fire, cleansing my soul and whatever else I have inside. Beside him, another thing rises, dressed in armored robes, and a red staff in his hands, which blazed with fire. Unlike everything else about this creature, the staff and sword are both colorful, and both look deadly.
The one with the crown turned his eyes onto me. "We have brought you here for a reason; you have a role to play in the fate of the world, and nothing can stop that. I will help you, but the final acts will be yours."
The other spirit's mouth is moving, but I hear nothing. "You will hear and see all in time." He whispers, "but until then, be on your guard, let nothing escape you, only then will you be the heir."
Before I could think anymore, the spirit dissolved into mist and the golden giant turned his glowing eyes on me. He did not look like a friend.