Sentiments carrying through time, these endlessly tormenting emotions. Realms apart long ago, a simple existence between them. An azure force floating through an eternal space, their uncertainty on their path.
Continuously moving forward, the icy entity eventually arriving in a magnificent place. Its presence before Yggdrasil, a great tree radiating energy, giving life to countless. Its power enveloping the blue being, sending it to Vanaheim.
The energy soon taking form, their powerful magic and skill with the blade. A battlefield coating in blood, the mysterious one at the center of it. His crimson hair, those eyes reflecting the ocean. His shimmering pure armor, a scene confusing the deity. Death everywhere, this sickening stench.
A person coming into the realm, meeting countless in opposition. Wondering on their hostility, someone defending himself. His eyes to a woman in armor ahead, shortly kneeling to her, her sharp glare at him.
An individual with eyes of the sun, her hair tying back, representing the land. Many nearing foes, the god's vision soon on them. Not wishing for anymore of this, motioning his hand to the woman, her surprise at him.
"Why do you attack?" his calm voice.
Forming from pure energy, finding himself in a weird realm. Many taking up arms against him, his confusion at them, uniting against an invading force.
The woman's uncertainty, witnessing his frightening capabilities. A sharp individual, someone skillfully commanding the battlefield. His desire to know the reason for the attack, not wishing for anymore hostility.
"Why have you come here?" suspiciously looking at him.
Countless existing in the worlds, one coming into their actuality, not wanting conflict. An entity residing above countless, his calm demeanor. His confusion at his surroundings, shortly lowering his hand.
Thinking on her question, his clear uncertainty. Shifting his attention around, seeing enemies on each end, many different ones. Humanoids, trolls, ogres, lizard-men, and so on. Numerous races across the board, all connecting with one another.
"Are you well?" a troll's concern to the woman.
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The person rising from the ground, her eyes meeting with the one ahead of her. Both along a streaming line, flowing in its endless space. A deity extending his hand to her, entering into her world. Fighting against her, bringing down many.
This strange individual, his shining light. That woman raising her hand high, halting the actions of her allies, their confusion at her. Shortly lowering her arm, observing the entity. His hand leaving his katana, settling himself a bit in this weird situation.
"You do not even know why you exist." Her hand on her waist.
A blank slate from the tree of life, someone materializing in Vanaheim. Her true words to him, a person only able to protect himself. His attention on a few details, trying to connect the pieces. The woman folding her arms, carefully noting him.
That innocent one before her, seeing him looking at everyone around him. Scriptures branding in her mind, yet this sad reality to her. Something not right, her heart guiding her.
"Your name?" her soft tone.
"Um...Valor..." His hand behind his head, looking at her.
Her swelling emotions, wishing to protect him, this vulnerable individual. The person's mind on an old prediction, an image engraving itself into her. A deity invading, his pure armor, carrying hope with him.
A woman refusing to give up her home, guiding others to defend it. Witnessing the reflection, yet a difference from her knowledge. A god's clean slate, a decision not set. Many around, their cautious state.
"It is difficult, believing you are the one to lead us all." Her faint smile.
An individual endlessly floating along, steadily gaining awareness. Finding himself at a tree, eventually arriving in this place. Someone forming from pure energy, everything confusing him. Those strange words from the person, wondering on his location.
A deity entering into the world, many hostile life towards him. Valor not wishing for conflict, a misunderstanding between them. Many questions in his mind, trying to make sense of them.
"I am not certain on what you mean..." His hand behind his head.
The warm sun shining down on the sorrowful field, blood lingering in the air. The land in shambles, countless supporting the woman. Their opposition to a deity, holding their hand on their leader's command.
Each loving their home, refusing to give it up. This threat before them, yet his displaying innocence. The god's uncertainty on his true standing, these lives before him, their burning determination.
"In such a case, we will return to our kingdom for now. Might that be of any problem?" her gentle voice, placing her hand on her waist
A guiding hand in the shadows, following along its flowing energy. His unease from everything around him, someone maintaining a calm outlook. An individual defending himself, clashing against innumerable.
Defeating his enemies, showing his power. A person not wanting anymore conflict, this woman's kind offer. The deity choosing to go along, entering into a new life.
Now that I think about it. In those days where I was ignorant, it was nice. There was no pain...no sorrow, perhaps I should have stayed in this world. Though, if I had done that, I would have never met her. How funny really, how fragile the heart can be...