Long before the birth of light there was darkness, and from that darkness, came the Dark Elves. Millennia ago, the most ruthless of their kind, Malekith, sought to transform our universe back into one of eternal night.
Malekith was looking up at the Convergence.
Such evil was possible through the power of the Aether, an ancient force of infinite destruction.
The Aether, a square of moving energy appeared.
The noble armies of Asgard, led by my father, King Bor, waged a mighty war against these creatures.
The Dark Elves and Asgardians were fighting.
Kurse walked up to Malekith
"Malekith! Asgard's forces are upon us." Kurse said.
The Bifrost opened, and Bor stepped out with Asgardian reinforcements.
"Send the Kursed." Malekith said.
Some soldiers crushed objects in their hands and became giant hulk-like creatures.
Malekith looked up at the Convergence again.
As the Nine Worlds converged above him, Malekith could at last unleash the Aether...
Malekith and Kurse walked up to the Aether.
However, the Bifrost opened and Asgardian warriors attacked Malekith, whom he killed.
The Bifrost disappeared, just as Malekith tried to get the Aether, but it was no longer there.
But Asgard ripped the weapon from his grasp. Without it, the Dark Elves fell. With the battle all but lost, Malekith sacrificed his own people in a desperate attempt to lay waste to Asgard's army.
Malekith watched as his forces were slaughtered.
"Their deaths will mean our survival. This war is far from over." Malekith said.
He and Kurse got onto his ship and escaped without notice, while destroying the other ships in the process.
The ships killed some of the Asgardians.
Malekith was vanquished, and the Aether was no more. Or so we were led to believe.
"Sire, the Aether. Shall we destroy it?" An Asgardian Einherjar said.
"If only we could. But its power is too great. Bury it deep. Somewhere no one will ever find it." Bor said.