A big thank you for everyone who enjoyed my first chapter, for those who asked, don't worry, Dorian will cross paths with the main story and cast...causing changes to the tales and relationships we have come to know. The first two arcs will be original stories which lead him to Kuoh Academy. The next chapter has begun…Dorian awakens to a new world he never imagined…

Fire burned around him, flames so hot his skin felt like it was melting. He stumbled through the ashen remains, nothing but charred bones and debris greeted him. At first he thought it was the building he was to call home during his time in this country…but it became apparent the land he stood upon far more foreign than anywhere he could have stood on Earth. Far off…too far he could make out the shape of a colossal beast, a monster. Despite the vast distance he could make out its silhouette…how tall must this behemoth be. Seven heads atop seven necks snaked through the sky, pausing in its rampage…pausing to turn…directly towards him…

"RUN!" Dorian shot up in bed, his immediate thoughts a continuation of those he had before blacking out. The dream remained blurry and elusive, like a great haze upon his mind.

He was in bed…but no bed he had ever seen before. The mattress was so large he could have slept comfortably beside at least four others. The sheets were soft and inviting for him to remain…if it wasn't for the adrenaline pumping through him tricking his body into believing he still may be inside the building he wouldn't have left.

Dorian rolled over, shocking himself as instead of a simple tumble over the side he instead went flying across the room…slamming into the wall with a crash. Stumbling to his feet the sudden realization reached his senses…he was not wearing his original clothes.

He had been relaxing in the building where he and the other exchange students were being put up. He had barely gotten dressed in blue jeans and a simple grey t-shirt before he'd heard a commotion from the neighboring room. He was now dressed in unfamiliar clothes though he had to admit the bronze long-sleeve undershirt was quite comfortable albeit a bit restricting. He unhooked the first button at the edge of each cuff and rolled the sleeves up to his elbow. Over it was a thicker sleeveless tunic completely black save for the collar which had a flare of deep red. His pants were of the same material and color scheme as the tunic…he was barefoot.

"Wh…where?" He stuttered, there was no one around to answer, yet the question slipped out nonetheless.

The bedroom was pristine, more majestic than anything he had ever seen. The walls seemed to glisten in the sunlight beaming in from the far off balcony. Pillars at regular intervals dotted the room, upon each was carved figures…men…women…beasts, no two seemed the same. The one connecting theme to them all was the inclusion of vein-like branches winding up each one made of aquamarine…or something similar. Perhaps he could recognize something outside on the balcony…

The door handle clanged loudly, warning him that someone was entering. Thinking fast Dorian dove behind one of the pillars, obscuring himself from the front door. He could hear the soft patter of bare feet enter, based on the sound the visitor had approached the bed and stopped…no doubt taking note of his absence. The footsteps returned, approaching his pillar, Dorian slowly rotated around upon noticing they were walking past…heading for the balcony.

He caught sight of her as she glided past, seeming to miss his presence. Once at the balcony she proceeded to glance each way…was she looking for him?

"You have no reason to hide," she called out. "We tended to you while you slept!"

Dorian felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he beheld her. The woman had shining strawberry gold hair braided expertly into ponytails that were then subsequently wrapped atop her head like a crown. Her gown was pure silver with green trimmings held up by a strap around her flawless neck, other than that the attire was strapless and left her back and shoulders bare. It took immense willpower for Dorian to not settle his eyes on her ample bosom as he looked her over, hoping something about her attire may answer the question of who she was…and where he was. She had wide sleeves reminding him of the old fairy tales of princesses trapped in towers…though he could not help but notice beneath them she had ornate thick leather bracers, lending a sense of delicacy and strength all at once.

I want to trust her…but I need to know more.

With silent footsteps, Dorian tip toed to the door which had been left slightly ajar. Without arousing suspicion he slipped out into the hallway. They were equally as intimidating as the décor of the room within…was he in some kind of palace or castle?

Ornate tapestries dotted the walls depicting what looked like battles. Warriors stood in ranks with spears forward. The enemies they were arrayed against were twisted and difficult to make out. Some were hulking brutes, misshapen serpents and other monstrosities. Dorian stuck to the shadows as best he could while make his way through the hallway. His heart lifted upon noticing a door ahead, sunlight beamed through. Hoping it was unlocked he pulled on the handle.

Dorian tumbled backwards as the handle came off with a snap. He had pulled on it as hard as he could due to how heavy it appeared...he had surprisingly succeeded in sliding it open a crack before the handle broke. The fall was too loud as the crash echoed through the hall, not wanting to wait for anyone to investigate the sound Dorian scrambled outside into the sun.

His jaw hit the ground as the scene opened up before him. He stood at a side entrance to the building…which he could see now was absolutely gigantic. An immense courtyard stretched out leading to a bridge of epic proportions. The building was isolated, the bridge connecting the palace in which he stood to a glimmering city far away. The skyscrapers towering in the distance were unlike any architecture he knew. They rose higher than he'd ever seen, the designs diverse and uncountable…he didn't even know what to call half the geometric shapes many had been fashioned into. The ones he could categorize were grand in scope, some floating above the ground and statues just as tall standing like colossal giants beside them.

It was awe inspiring…so much so Dorian very nearly missed the army standing between him and the bridge.

Hundreds of men and women…thousands stood in rows arrayed in glistening silver armor and weapons. Their discipline was perfect; even as Dorian stumbled outside they had all twisted their heads back towards him simultaneously…their eyes locking onto him in an instant. It was quite intimidating.

"Oh…sorry…wrong door," was all Dorian could think to squeak out before taking a large step backwards into the door he opened, slamming it shut behind him. "Maybe the next will…"

The woman from the room was standing directly behind him…having caught up to him during his moment taking in the sights. Her arms were crossed and her face left the impression of restrained annoyance.

"Done running?" She asked, her voice calm and stern.

Dorian looked up at the ceiling and scrunched his face as if deep in thought before turning to her with a silly grin.

"Not quite," he ducked past her, ready to take off down the hall.

The woman seized his wrist…locking her fingers around it like a vice. Despite running at full sprint Dorian snapped back, the woman completely unfazed. With a flip of her arm she sent the young man flying, slamming into the marble with a crash. Despite his impact the floor remained as pristine as ever. Before he could recover, the warrior maiden placed her knee into his back, holding him down with an expert hold twisting his arm painfully backwards.

"Ok…ok" he groaned, unable to move under her herculean strength. "Now I'm done."

Back in the Bedchamber…

Dorian sat cross-legged on the bed, the woman stood across from him, arms crossed once more. She had not taken her eyes off him since they had returned to his room.

"So…are you going to tell me what I am doing here?"

"My mistress has been informed of your awakening…we shall await her here."

"Any particular reason you kidnapped me?"

"We saved your life," a voice from the hall interrupted. A newcomer with gold armor and purple hair entered the bedchamber. Behind her followed another absolute beauty with long silver hair and matching armor to the first minus the ornate cloak. Dorian locked his gaze upon their eyes to prevent wandering; realizing that while their tight form-fitting armor did not show much skin…it seemed quite alluring all the same.

"You mean the fire?" Dorian asked, feeling somewhat at ease with the new woman's motherly smile and cheerful aura. It was far more inviting than that of the cold, serious girl with impossible strength. "The last thing I remember was…"

"Dying?"

He froze at her words, a cold chill riding up his spine.

"I thought you saved my life."

"Well we did," the woman smiled teasingly. "Though I never said we got to you in time."

"I…died?"

"Yes, but we brought you back," she quickly answered. No doubt she was noticing the cold sweat breaking out on the young man's head, he looked like he was about to start hyperventilating at any moment. "Your body is perfectly fine if that's what you're worried about…in fact you are better than you've ever been."

"Better than I've ever been!?" Dorian exclaimed, leaping to his feet from the bed. The blonde-haired warrior woman tensed up as if she thought he might try something. "You are talking about me just dying like it's nothing! Who are you people?"

The purple-haired woman leaned back, resting a hand on her hip. "What do you know about the Mythology of the Norse people?"

Dorian stared blankly at her, attempting to remember the exams in his middle school history courses during his time studying in England. "You mean like…Odin and Thor, Ragnarok and the Norse Pantheon?"

"Not the best examples to start with, but you pass. Yes…that is us; you are currently residing within the halls of Asgard."

Dorian let out a soft chuckle, he had seen the golden city in the distance…but for it to have been Asgard…THE Asgard home to the gods of Norse legends…it was utterly ludicrous. "So…if I may…who are you?"

"I am Freyja, Queen of Asgard and the Vanir." she seemed to grow taller with her proclamation. With a coy smile she leaned closer to him. "And the vision of absolute beauty among all nine realms as the goddess of fertility and passion."

Dorian's face lit up red at her words.

Freyja's smile at his shyness was contagious as she continued, motioning towards the blonde woman. "She is Thrud Thorsdottir, and the silver-beauty behind me is Rossweisse. They are Valkyries, though only Thrud remains in my service. Rossweisse recently took up a position working with my disappointing husband and is here on his behalf."

I'll just ignore that disappointing husband part, Dorian mused, glancing over at Thrud, recognizing the manner of her surname.

"You are…Thor's daughter? THE Thor?"

She nodded once, the fringes of a smile betraying the fact she was proud of that fact. Suddenly Dorian praised his decision to not attempt further escape in her presence.

"No wonder I got my ass handed to me. A pleasure to meet you." He turned towards the newcomer behind Freyja. "It is nice to meet you as well Rosevice."

"That's Rossweisse," she corrected him.

"Right…sorry ma'am," he fell back onto the polite title, fearing making another mistake. "You have to admit this is…pretty heavy. I mean I'm just a normal guy…why would you bring me back from the dead?"

"Well, first off…you aren't a normal human anymore…not technically."

Dorian raised an eyebrow.

"Be proud, from what Rossweisse tells me and my husband you fell protecting a child. Such selfless action in battle allowed us to reincarnate you as an Einherjar."

"An anher…what?"

"Former warriors," Rossweisse clarified. "Those who fell in battle but are given the honor of joining their ancestors in Valhalla until the time of Ragnarok."

"But…I've never fought a day in my life…not counting a few scraps on the schoolyard as a kid…"

"Oh?" Freyja looked disappointed in his claim. "Did you not fight to ensure the survival of that little girl? Not all combat requires swords and shields dear boy."

Dorian did not know how to react, everything was happening so fast, and he had just been preparing to start school in a new country…

"So…I have to stay here…forever?"

Freyja just stared at him, her look seeming utterly focused and serious. After several seconds she burst out laughing, he wasn't sure whether he should be worried or join in.

"Under normal circumstances Einherjar's wouldn't even be in Asgard, you'd be in Valhalla eating your fill of food, battle and women until you would be called to war…your case is…special however, I feel it would be best for you to remain here for the time being for your own protection."

"And…how long will that be?"

"You are not a prisoner if that is what you are thinking," Freyja assured. "There were…extenuating circumstances leading us to finding you when we did."

"And…what are those circumstances?"

"Hold out your right hand."

Dorian hesitated as if he were worried she would bite it off. After a moment of delay he reached out towards her…holding it in front of him hanging in the air. Freyja took hold of it, turning it over to inspect the palm, fingers, joints and back.

"Do you…feel anything?"

Dorian shook his head, other than the hairs standing on end due to a beautiful woman holding his hand he felt nothing else.

"Hmmm, try focusing on your hand."

"Um…focus on what?"

"Anything…so long as it is meaningful to you."

Dorian closed his eyes, focusing solely on his hand, his mind flashing through all that meant something to him. Saving the little girl…the schoolyard friends he had met and missed over the years due to his constant multicultural travel. The beauty of the city he now found himself in, the Valkyries who had saved him. His love of the violin that had likely burned in the fire…

No matter what he thought about…nothing changed.

"Sorry," he shrugged, lowering his arm as it grew hard to hold up.

"No matter," she assured him. "We can broach that topic another time…how does a job sound."

"A…a job?"

"Yes, I need a retainer…someone to assist with daily work, the occasional outing to fulfill oaths and the like. Perhaps act as an impromptu bodyguard…what do you say?"

"Wh-what about my school? The academy will surely be looking fo…"

"No need to worry about that, we have some allies among those who run your academy. As far as the faculty is aware you had an emergency that required your immediate attention back in the states and left before the fire started. They send their well wishes and pray you can return to continue the program another day. You will receive education while you are here of course…and if you are worried about wages and benefits I assure you they are quite agreeable, more so than for my husband's assistants."

The silver-haired Valkyrie fidgeted awkwardly behind her at those words.

"You keep mentioning your husband…is he…Odin?"

"That is his name, yes," she narrowed her eyes annoyed at his mention. "Though you will never hear me call that ungrateful lecher thus."

Gotcha, bad subject.

"I…suppose I would be honored," he answered hesitantly. But I don't know how good of a bodyguard I would make…again I have never fought in a real battle."

Freyja's lips pulled back into a truly devilish smile.

"Well we will have to change that won't we?"

Not long after…

Dorian found himself standing outside in a large yard flanked on all sides by combat dummies and shield targets. Freyja remained off to the side while Thrud and Rossweisse stood within the lines marked for the field.

"Well…" Freyja motioned to the tables. "Choose your weapon."

Along them were lined up wooden weapons of all shapes and sizes. He didn't recognize most of them but surely one of every weapon-type in the world must be there.

"Who…will I be practicing against?"

Freyja motioned towards Thrud and Rossweisse, the two women looked like they were ready to fight. Rossweisse wore her silver armor yet held no armament. Thrud had donned Valkyrie armor as well, however did wield a large broadsword thankfully also made of wood.

"Hopefully one at a time," Dorian chuckled, remembering Thrud's colossal strength far dwarfing his own.

"Don't feel up to both ladies at once?" Freyja asked, her double entendre painfully obvious.

"I…sort of have a thing against fighting women."

Thrud was the one who glared daggers at him for the statement. "I surmise you do not wish to strike a frail maiden?"

"No no no," nothing like that, Dorian assured her. "Counting yourself I've known no fewer than a dozen women who could kick my ass."

"Then why?"

"Well," Dorian struggled to find the right words. "It just feels…wrong ya know? I mean diamonds are nigh indestructible but you don't see people making weapons out of them just because you can. I guess…that's how I see women…as strong as the Earth…but precious beyond all worth."

Freyja could not believe her eyes, at those words both Rossweisse and Thrud's cheeks reddened. She had never seen the warrior-goddess so affected at the words of a man.

"You will have to leave that belief behind," Freyja warned him while the two women recomposed themselves. "No other Einherjar currently reside in Asgard which is under the protection of my Valkyries…other than the soldiers standing out front and my Husband above you are the only man in this fortress."

Well…that'll make things awkward.

Figuring he had no hope of matching Thrud's skill with a sword and being uncertain how Rossweisse would fight, Dorian reached for a wooden halberd…praying the increased reach might give him a fighting chance. Though his hope was…slim.

"Rossweisse will go first," Freyja proclaimed, knowing Odin would want his assistant to gauge the lad. "If you make it past her test you will face Thrud in weapon combat."

"Wait…if Thrud is for weapon combat then how does Rosewhice…"

"Rossweisse," the Valkyrie gritted her teeth in frustration. Raising her hands strange runes and symbols appeared at the edge of her hands, glowing brightly.

Dorian's eyes went wide as icicles formed on the surface of each rune, taking aim at him menacingly.

"No way, is that magi…"

He didn't get a chance to finish as they blasted towards him, the young man ducked at the last moment, the projectiles sailing over his head harmlessly to bore into the wall behind him. Only then did he realize how dangerous the situation was.

"But…I…don't have…magic," he grunted as he ducked, dodged and otherwise scrambled about to avoid her continuous fire.

"Not yet you don't!" Freyja called out over the sounds of battle. She couldn't help from smiling at how Dorian scurried about to stay mobile, it reminded her of a squirrel or other adorable rodent. Rossweisse was quite upset at the mispronunciation of her name and was taking things more seriously than Odin had requested her to. She was sticking to low-tier magic…but the Norse goddess was absolutely certain she may be trying to kill the poor boy. "You are an Einherjar now, strength is in your bones and magic is in your blood…try and counter!"

Dorian fell back; as the latest two frozen javelins buried themselves at his feet he looked across the field to the silver-haired Valkyrie currently winding up another shot. At Freyja's mention of strength he recalled his botched escape attempt…the door handle snapping off so easily in his hands.

Focus…

Dorian raised his hands towards her; trying to imitate the hand signs she had started the battle with. If there was one thing he could boast it was an excellent memory. To his utter shock and amazement, a rune similar to hers crackled to life in his hands, albeit much smaller and flickering on and off…clearly unstable.

Excellent, Freyja smiled, she knew she had sensed the potential they had seen in him bubbling to the surface. All he needs to do is hold that and prove he can…

Rossweisse's rune shimmered red, torrents of flame bubbling on the surface. In an instant a great ball of fire erupted, hurtling towards Dorian. He stood firm, his flickering rune growing larger and larger between them, by the time her attack neared him it was nearly as large as his body.

The rune flickered and died a moment before the fireball would have impacted, instead slamming into Dorian's chest and sending him flying backwards. He struck the wall with a painful crash….even Thrud flinched somewhat at the hit.

Only then did Rossweisse's scowl of annoyance fall away to concern, she rushed towards the edge of the field where he had landed. "Are you alright?"

As the dust cleared she could make out Dorian staggering to his feet, the vest he had been granted by Lady Freyja scorched and one of the sleeves was gone. Weakly he held up one of his thumbs, indicating he was battered…but otherwise fine.

A loud guffawing interrupted their moment of relief, glancing over Dorian spotted a large burly man approaching the field. The man had a thick grizzled brown beard with hair similarly wild and untamed. His chest was bare save an ornate fur cloak billowing over his shoulders. Metal bracers and matching deep blue leggings glistened as he walked also covered in assorted animal skins; he truly looked like a barbarian warrior from the old tales. Though Dorian could not help but feel he had a touch too many tattoos adorning his impressively toned and muscular chest.

"So this is the new Einherjar brought from Midgard? Not very impressive…did he die fighting a cold?"

Thrud turned to face the newcomer, planting herself between him and the field before he could come any closer. For a moment the warrior looked worried by her presence.

"This is a training session for Lady Freyja's retainer, your presence is unneeded brother," she scowled.

"Brother?" Dorian whispered to Rossweisse who had started helping him up.

"Modi Thorson," she replied. He is her younger half-brother.

Younger? Dorian was utterly confused. Between Modi's thick leathery skin and beard he had guessed his age to be almost thirty…yet Thrud appeared far younger, around Dorian's age. The women of Thor's family must have amazing genes.

"Then perhaps he should have a real opponent," the younger god sneered, his hand falling to the strange mace at his hip. "Toughen him up if I don't kill him first."

"Rossweisse and I were the chosen fighters," Thrud held her ground, no fear in her eyes of him. "If our Allfather sees fit to…"

"Her?" Modi laughed again as he pointed at Rossweisse, approaching her and the wounded Dorian. "The latest 'assistant' to my honored Grandfather?"

Rossweisse tensed as his focus fell on her, clearly lacking the confidence of Thrud.

"What…so desperate for a hero of your own you thought a newcomer to Asgard might actually fall for you? Trying to break your dry streak?"

Thrud took a step towards her brother, but a hand held her back. Freyja had stepped between her and the altercation, raising a single finger to her lips demanding silence.

Rossweisse's demeanor changed in a heartbeat, her eyes welled up as she bit her lip…nearly on the verge of tears. Dorian felt his heart sink, clearly the subject was a sore spot for her though he couldn't imagine why. With her beauty she must have…

"I…know I'm only an ugly Valkyrie virgin who has never had a boyfriend," she explained as Modi continued to leer at her mockingly. "But I am here at the bidding of our Allfather…my shortcomings have nothing to do with…"

A loud smack interrupted her thought; even Thrud and Freyja looked on surprised at what had happened.

Dorian had raised the wooden halberd he'd chosen for his training and slapped it into the side of Modi's head where it currently resided. The lumbering giant had not flinched in the slightest. More unexpected were the absolutely determined, piercing eyes the infant Einherjar was giving him.

"I don't know who you really are," he started, holding his ground. "I may not be the son of a god like you…but I seem to know a very important rule that seems to have been lacking in your education…you NEVER make a woman cry needlessly. Now apologize…if not I'd be more than happy to oblige a little sparring match with you."

WHAT AM I DOING? Dorian screamed internally. The brute standing before him was a literal legend...yet his uncaring cruelty towards Rossweisse who had been helping him had caused something in him to snap. It seemed every fight Dorian had ever participated in was initiated by bullies. He couldn't stand their kind in any meaning of the word.

Modi looked genuinely surprised and impressed, however it did not last. Turning from the Valkyrie he stared the young man down…literally as he had a good head or more over the young man's 6 foot 2 frame.

"You don't have the soul of one…but at least you have the spunk of an Einherjar. I suppose I can accommodate your…suicidal tendencies."

Modi unhooked the mace at his belt, holding it out he relaxed his grip, allowing it to fall to the ground. Despite its smaller size his chosen weapon impacted the dirt with a loud crash, sinking almost an inch deep. In a flash one of the wooden clubs lying on the tables rocketed through the air into his hand. His grip tightened around it menacingly.

"The next match is decided then," Freyja announced calmly. "Remember, aim to incapacitate…there will be no death or maiming here. All strikes and impacts will be treated as genuine."

"Of course honored Grandmother," Modi bowed to her, still grinning.

Dorian knew proper etiquette would be to bow to his opponent, but Modi didn't seem to have any wish to do the same and his anger drew forth a selfish side to him. Somehow…he wanted to make him hurt.

"Commence!" Freyja shouted, slicing her hand through the air.

Dorian took off, keeping low to the ground, his wooden halberd raised and ready…Modi did not even react as he stood on his side of the field grinning. With a grunt he swung his weapon sideways, aiming directly for his opponent's head.

Modi parried his swing with a wave of his mace, acting like it took the least amount of effort he could muster. Dorian corrected his swing and did it again, this time the lumbering giant simply knocked it aside with his free wrist…not taking the match seriously in the slightest.

"Point to Dorian," Freyja called out with a sneer. "Modi is forbidden from utilizing his left hand."

Modi turned to the goddess with a look of absolute anger. "That attack was pitiful!"

"I did warn that all strikes are treated as genuine," she tutted. "Were he of your equal status you would have lost your hand…this is a match to test the tactics of the opponent…not a mindless tavern brawl picking on those smaller than you."

Modi turned to Dorian, fire almost literally billowing from his eyes in absolute rage.

"Um…" Dorian took a step back. "Can you go back to not caring?"

Modi raised his mace, slamming it down as hard as he could, Dorian only barely dodged by such a slim margin a cut appeared on his face solely from the slash of wind. The weapon struck the field, a crack echoing in the air, somehow though the weapon did not break…Dorian praised the craftsmanship of even their training equipment.

His aim adjusted, Modi seemed to vanish, reappearing directly in front of him, mace swinging in a savage sideways angle. The weapon caught Dorian in his chest, forcing all the air out of his lungs. As soon as Modi's chosen implement struck his chest it shattered into a thousand splinters as the young man was sent flying.

Good lord, Dorian gasped, barely struggling to his knees near the edge of the field. The power behind the hit was tremendous, had it not been for a combination of his newfound strength and durability coupled with Modi having weakened the mace's frame with his previous hit he would have had his entire chest crushed in.

Modi looked to the hunk of wood remaining in his hand, throwing it away with a spit of disgust. Holding out his hand his real hammer wiggled free from the ground returning home in an instant. He sprinted towards Dorian who had just managed to get back on his feet, the burning sensation in his chest had not subsided and he couldn't move his wobbling legs; weakly he raised his right hand in an attempt to cushion the hit.

"MODI STOP!" Freyja boomed as he ran towards his opponent heedless of her words, Thrud simultaneously rushed towards the field…too slowly to stop him. "I SAID STO…"

The goddess did not have a chance to finish, as Modi's mace connected with Dorian's hand a great bubble erupted from his fingers, knocking the unprepared demigod backwards. Modi tumbled head over heel several times before righting himself, sliding to a stop almost twenty feet away.

"He…did it," Freyja smiled. "So all it took was a threat to his life."

I'll have to thank Modi for being so predictably easy to rile up.

Dorian stretched his arm as far from him as he could, he had no idea what was happening as the bubble of emerald-teal light receded after knocking away the lesser Aesir. The circular shape collapsed into snake-like tendrils which wrapped around his right hand and arm. He could do nothing but gawk at it.

The shifting almost liquid-like tendrils of energy hardened and took shape, forming what looked like an ornate bracer of the same color covering the back of his hand and stretching almost down to the elbow leaving his fingers free. The sheen gave off a metallic shine; however the bumpy surface and twisting strands sealing it around his arm reminded him of tree roots. In the center a rhombus-shaped gem was prominently displayed rotating through all the colors of the spectrum. After several seconds the color shifted to a dark azure and remained.

"What…what is it?" Dorian asked, attempting to pull off the unintended armguard to no avail. It was secured to him tight. Thrud had stopped her advance, staring in wonder at the object's appearance.

"What sorcery have you conjured?" Modi growled. Without awaiting an answer he tightened the grip on his mace, breaking into a full sprint he ran towards Dorian prepared to finish him off….raising his weapon high over his head and bringing it down.

His mace stopped in its tracks as Freyja appeared from nowhere between them, even Thrud and Rossweisse glanced back at the now-empty seat she had previously occupied. Modi's swing had been stopped…by only her index finger. With a single flick Modi was sent blasting backwards even harder than before…crashing into the back wall and leaving an artistic imprint of his body in the stone.

"What…is it?" Dorian asked again, he was shaking all over uncertain what to make of the object that had claimed his right arm.

Freyja approached the confused boy, pulling him up and holding him close, pressing his face into her impressive chest, stroking the back of his head tenderly with pride to calm him as a mother would. They almost didn't notice an old man walk up behind them from the shadows.

"Something never seen before," the Allfather Odin explained, trying to hide his jealousy at seeing the young man buried in his estranged wife's bosom. "A sacred gear not crafted by the Original God of the Bible…"

Dorian potential has sprouted; will he be able to tend to the power so that it may blossom into a force to be reckoned with? Read and Review…but most of all Enjoy! :)