The second prophecy of Ragnarok

"My child, why do you tremble so?" The Nornir asked as they watched the frightened blond slowly walk towards them.

"We are the ones that you seek, this is the place that you should be," Verthandi (that-which-is-becoming) said as she strummed her fingers along the girl's thread of life. "Do not fear us Thrudr, for in my hand I hold the thread that guides your destiny. I will not let it falter while you are in my midst."

"I have come to ask a question of you; the Fates." The blond built up enough courage to say as she looked into the shadowy forms of the three sisters of the night. "I need to know how much I have changed the flow of destiny."

"We cannot tell you that my child," The Nornir said, their unified voices merging to become like one. "We now know that destiny is forever changing, forever bound by the will of those who see it first. If you know what is your fate, then your actions shall change what will come."

"The world has not been reborn as you predicted. I need to know what this different future holds." Thrudr begged.

"The future is not for you to know."

"I must. The future is too freighting for me to face unguided."

"Then come here my child," Urth (that-which-was) said, her voice breaking from the collective. "Give me a strand of your hair." Cautiously Thrudr wrapped a strand of her long yellow hair around her finger and tugged, a slight shot of pain surged through her scalp as she pulled the strand from her head. "Your hair is like your mothers; beautiful," Urth commented as she carefully replaced Thrudr's thread of life with the golden piece of hair on the web of fate.

"Now your fate is in your own to control." The collective voice to the Nornir rang out. "Losing the gentle guidance of destiny is the price you pay for learning the fates of others."

Thrudr began to regret the decision she had made to come here. None before her had ever been released from the guidance of what is meant to be. She feared to be the first.

"The second prophesy of Ragnarok? Is that not what you have come to seek?" The collective voice of the Nornir once again spoke.

"Ragnarok?" Thrudr quietly whispered, a deep pit filling inside of her throat, fear again racing through her. Ragnarok meant war, a big war. She had lost her father in the last one, she had lost her whole way of life. She didn't want to think what might happen if another war of the same magnitude surfaced.

"Take heed to our words child," Skuld (that-which-should-be) said. "And do not forget that your destiny is now your own to control."

Then again their collective voice echoed into Thrudr's ears.

"When the brother of half becomes the brother of whole,

And the roar of the great wolf's blood echoes through the land

War will again rise from its dark and shadowy world

When time repeats as it was before

The players have changed

But the game stays the same

And when the sons of destruction clash

And when the dark becomes the light and the light becomes dark

Forsake the fang of death and kill with the fang of life

When the cursed battles the cursor

And the mortal of fire slays the demon of flame

Hearts shall be tested and tears shall be shed"

"Why do you speak in riddles?" Thrudr yelled. "How can I prevent what I do not understand?"

"But you do understand my child." Verthandi said as she fingered Thrudr's strand of hair on the web of fate. "You know of what we speak, you know of whom you should fear."

"The two son's of destruction; Skoll and Hati."

"Do not kid yourself my child," Skuld said. "Those two are of no concern to destiny. Be concerned with the others of the great wolf's blood. Be concerned of the brother of half."

With a unified voice all three of them called out. "Be concerned of Inuyasha!"