With every great man, a great woman is born. With every great warrior that charges to war, a great healer is instructed to await their return. With every great king, a queen is born to rule at his side, maintaining the equality in their ruthless reign. And with every great Asgardian King? A great Seeress is born. A guide, an observer, a twined immortal soul that would fall, only upon the death of their counterpart.
The seeress are trained by the ranks of the Völva, borne amongst the unwitting Midgardians, frozen in time and sunken into a magical world where few survived to tell the tail. Much like the spartans would test their young for a warriors soul, the Völva would commit, what some may deem, terrible sins to ensure their kin were worthy. The daughters of Heimdallr that took fruit from the mages were given new life away from Midgard. They sat free from time itself in Valhalla, an ever changing realm, amongst the dead of Asgard, where they would wait until their Rökkr were borne life.
In the times of Odin, a seeress was born to guide him through the wars of his time. Victory and Love personificated quickly, and Frigga was made to bare the cost of her decision. Born of magic and divine powers, a seeress is never to dream outside the path of their Rökkr, their shadow, their reason for being. The shadow is the soul and to shine light on anything outside their path would mean losing the light forever. Frigga chose to love Odin and for that, her dreams ceased. No longer a Seeress, just his Queen… And Odin… Nothing but a King without a light to guide his way.
The sky turned black and the world was engulfed in flames. The stars ceased to shine and the nine realms fell into watery darkness, only to rise again green and fertile. The ferryman would allow the sons of Odin to pass from realm to realm, enlightening them on the scope of their power. unbeknown to them, their knowledge of these realms would later serve its purpose… even if their purposes were to be swayed in different directions…
The pathway to Midgard disappeared before my eyes. I was pulled back suddenly to the dark, an unwelcome contrast to the streets bathed in gold above. My mouth was dry, lips split under the pressure. I hadn't taken a single breath since I had walked into this room. Only when I heard his voice, did my lungs jolt and fill.
"What are you doing Elindra? Don't you know how dangerous this is!"