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Njal looked at Apollo as the remains of the building behind him burned and collapsed into bits of rubble. Sirens roared in the background as most likely someone had called the authorities in regards to the explosion that just took place. Behind the two cars that were once stopped at a light sped away from the explosion out of fear of another one occurring. Njal watched the Sun God laugh for a while as apparently he was amused by the explosion and Njals laziness. If Apollo wanted an action movie fight he picked the wrong day to ask for one.

"I take it you are amused?" Njal dryly stated. Apollo looked up from his hunched over position and smiled. Njal squinted his eyes as Apollo's smile lit up like a spotlight.

"Oh yea! I was expecting you to go in all like Conan The Barbarian, but what you did was way funnier." Apollo said. Though after a bit the smile on his face turned to confusion. He looked around Njal at the rubble and let out a hmmm.

"Though I didn't think the older cyclops would have been destroyed by that." He stated. Njal smirked at him and responded.

"The younger of them couldn't handle the force of the blast, but the other is….coming right up." As if on cue some ruble was tossed to the side as a Cyclops wearing the tattered remains of a bartender's outfit stood up with an enraged look on it one eye. Njal didn't think it would die by the fire, at least not with the force he put behind it. But the younger one and the other monsters in the kitchen didn't stand a chance.

"YOU! I'll rip the flesh off your bon-" What ever the monster was going to say was halted when a 8 foot long icy spear slammed through its eye pinned it to a burned wooden plank behind it. The creature dissolved into golden dust as Njal turned back to Apollo and motioned with his head to where the creature once stood.

"See?" He stated. Apollo looked around the Nord to where the spear of ice was imbedded into the charred wood and nodded. Cyclops while highly resistant to fire had no such luck against ice. Though seeing as very few demigods or even gods for that matter used ice as a weapon he could understand why.

"Nice…..brutal, but nice." The Sun God said with an approving nod. Ice…..the killer of winter…..and one half of one of the best desserts ever made by mortals.

"Well now that we got that out of the way how bout we continue our talk somewhere we won't be arrested?" Apollo continued with a smile at the Dragonborn. The sounds of sirens grew as Njal guessed they were very close at this point, about to round the corner of the street in fact. Deciding that getting arrested would not be beneficial to either him or his daughters Njal nodded.

"Fair enough." Njal responded and began to walk back to his car. A gold flash occurred behind him as he saw Apollo appear in the passenger side with a smug look in his face. Njal watched as he mouthed the word 'teleporting rules'. Stopping and staring at the Olympian Njal had a smirk on his face as he raised and aimed a hand that held a purple orb in it and lifted the other hand which held a similar glow . Launching and setting off both spells as he and the truck containing Apollo were consumed in a giant purple ball and disappeared from sight…..right as the Emergency Response team got there. Reappearing in his driveway with his truck in front of him Njal looked at a wide eyed Apollo.

"Yes. Yes it does rule." He said as Apollo pouted and got out of the car.

Back at the ruined building a black car pulled up amongst the various emergency response teams. Stepping out was two men in suits with badges that read FBI on them. Both men were about 6 feet in height with brown hair and brown eyes, though one was caucasian and the other african american. The caucasian officer went over to talk with the police officer in charge, while the other gazed at the destruction. With a small nod he crossed into the crime scene zone and looked at the gathered evidence. For the most part it was just chunks of wood and metal though two things stood out. The first was some documents that had numerous names and numbers on it, a mafia pay list from the looks of it. The other, and more curious was a spear made from ice.

"Hmm now you don't belong here, do ya?" The FBI officer mumbled. Putting on some plastic gloves and sanitizing his hands he lifted up the icicle. The very end of it had a chink in it that led him to suspect that this was used as a weapon and it did indeed hit something. Looking at the wood planks near by he noticed one had traces of frost around a stab in the wood. Lining the two up he got a match of the ice in the wood. Before he could investigate further his partner came back.

"Hey Mike you're not gonna believe this. Turns out some New Yorks finest over there think this has something to do with that pipe explosion and super guy they saw last year." The partner of the now addressed Mike said.

"Oh? And what gave them that idea? Security cameras were taken out by the fire and our eye witnesses are less than helpful." Mike asked as he looked up at his partner. Now while the ice was weird, it had nothing on that whole Central Park fiasco last year. An investigation done on that had revealed that the detonation was electrical based, not a bomb as previously thought. And helmet cameras had picked up a giant of a man taking no less that 100 bullets and not even flinching. Both were causes for alarm for the FBI as it did not want some domestic terrorist with super powers running about. But alas the trail had went dry for the most part after words due to having no ID on the man.

"Eh, they think that ice ya got there and the explosion were done by the same guy due to having no rational explanation on how either occurred. No bomb remains or evidence of gas leaks showed up so they are guessing that bullet proof giant man is the suspect." Mike nodded as his partner answered. Standing up he turned and faced him.

"Trevor, I'm gonna go make a call real fast stay here and see what ya can find will ya, whoever did this might have made a mistake I mean after all how far could they have gotten, not like they can teleport right?" Mike said to Trevor as he walked away from the crime scene.

"No fair! Teleporting is supposed to be our sctich not yours." Apollo grumbled in reference to the gods ability to teleport. It was a fun power to scare people and demigods with, but apparently it wasn't just limited to gods now.

"Hmmm well times are changing, best get used to it." Njal replied. Apollo let out a sigh and looked at the Nord. Gone was the look of a fun loving Apollo, in its place was a look of someone who really hated life right now.

"That's why I want to talk to you. Because of your….interference part of a planned out fate won't happen. Now..I'm all for change...hell I welcome it at points, but it's most of my family that isn't so keen on the idea. Take what dad did to Prometheus for example, he gave mortals fire which greatly advanced them forward and what did he get? Tied to a boulder with a vulture ripping out his liver. Now here we have a mysterious and very powerful person from another dimension that can defy fate showing up out of the blue, and with two demigod kids no less. You can probably guess how well that is going over with him." Apollo spoke his voice having an uncertain feel to it. He stopped for a bit and let out a nervous laugh.

"Here I am: the God of prophecies and reason yet…..I don't have the slightest clue of what will happen now….because of you." Apollo finished staring at Njal with a glare. Changing fate was not something one should do…..especially when they have such an invested interest as Njal does due to the role his children would play in what was coming up. Or at least would have if he didn't interfere.

"Cry me a river. I couldn't care less whether or not you or the old hags have an idea of what will happen, in fact I'd be more worried about what will happen with….the ones that reside near Boston." Njal stated, slowing more near the end of his sentence. Apollo lost his glare and replaced it with a look of confusion.

"Boston? What's in Boston?" He asked The Dragon of the North. Njal only raised an eyebrow and bore a feral looking smile as he started to back away towards his home.

"Oh so there is more that you don't realize about your own world? Well then that shall be very interesting to see." Njal said as he walked into his house, Apollo trailing behind him.

"Hey, what do you mean 'ones who reside near Boston'? Answer me bro!" Apollo questioned after Njal. You didn't just allude to something that could be a problem and not say anything about it. Especially in front of a curious god.

"Why not go and see for yourself? Though…..that may not be the best idea. In fact you would probably be better off with going to Brooklyn." Njal said to the god as he continued to freak out more. Apparently they were not aware of the other pantheons…...interesting. Or if they were they did not interact with them. Shame really, Heimdall and Thoth were cool gods in Njals opinion, both being much more laid back than any of the Greek gods.

"...Let's say I go to one of these places, what would I find?" Apollo stopped in front of Njal and asked with a suspicious expression. While he still was going to confront the Nord about the whole Great Prophecy, this had his attention for the moment.

"Pain probably." Was the bland response he got back from Njal as the Nord walked around him and entered his home.

"Now if you would excuse me I have a training regiment to set up for my daughters. While you may not be done with the conversation I am. So I'm going to bid you goodbye." Njal said to Apollo as he stood in his doorway.

"Uh…...no? I kinda came here for a reason man." Apollo said looking at the Nord with a baffled look. Was this guy telling him to go away? Hell no, not when there was thing to get straight.

"Let me rephrase that. Leave or I will teleport you into the tents of one of your sisters hunters….and well, you get what happens." Njal said with no hints of emotion. The look on Apollo's face told him that the threat was indeed effective as he then disappeared in a golden flash.

"*Huff* Finally, now at least I won't be bothered." Njal said as he closed the door to his house.

Detective Mike walked down an alley about 25 yards away from the crime scene and pulled out his phone and sent a text message. After about 12 seconds his phone began to go off. Pulling it up to his ear he answered the phone.

"What is the color of Night?" A very raspy voice said on the other side.

"Sanguine, my brother." Mike responded. The sounds of a click were heard as a new voice came over the phone.

"You found him?" The voice asked.

"I believe so, found some of his handy work at a crime scene just now. I'll keep you informed on the situation, we won't lose him again." Mike responded.

"Indeed we won't and when we find him we will send his soul to the void! Until then though keep me informed. Hail Sithis." The voice said.

"Hail Sithis." Mike replied and hung up the phone. A large smile began to grow on his face as he thought of the hunt he was about to go on. Oh yes the Dread Father will be most pleased.