Two meeting on the battlefield, a woman choosing to take a chance. Bringing him along, helping him over the passing years. A deity having a home, shortly ascending the throne in Vanaheim.
A kind individual, his bright personality. A person's icy gaze, steadily learning his place. Holding himself high, yet cherishing those with him. His growing confidence, believing his birth giving him an edge.
Numerous races across the kingdom, countless evolving together. The gentle flowing breeze this day, the warm sun shining on the buildings.
Structures stretching far, the many diverging paths. A tall white castle in the back, a place leading many below it. Inside the throne room, paintings lining the walls. Old vases along the corners, red carpets on the side, numerous valuables leading from the middle.
Valor sitting on the gold seat, distantly looking at the murals. A prophecy intriguing him, the deep knowledge resting in the past. A person wishing to know more, his eyes on the woman on one end.
Their demonic shadowy claw of a dragon, devouring the malice all around. On the other side, a man following after her in the farthest darkness.
Two hearts eternally in bondage, one pushing further, another trying to reach them. The deity's vision above, taking in the fascinating tale. A will opposing reason, carrying onward as themselves.
Innumerable despising an abomination, believing in their own rationality. The god shortly shaking his head, dreadfully sighing. His boredom on the throne, an individual desiring to unravel the secrets from the past.
"Maybe this Odin can enlighten me a bit more." Standing from his seat.
A deity residing above countless, answers residing with them. Murals depicting an entity in darkness, someone devouring others, gaining enormous hatred. Valor studying the pictures over his years, hitting dead-ends many times.
These frustrating feelings inside of him, a heart yearning to know more. That god shortly hearing the opening door, soon shifting his gaze to it. A familiar woman standing on the other side, her hair of the land, those eyes reflecting the sun.
"Eres..." His calm voice.
"I came to see how the arrangements are." Her faint smile, walking towards him.
A valuable friend, a person coming to his aid, guiding him towards the current day. Countless doubting Valor in the past, her kind heart helping him earn their trust. Increasing his performance, eventually rising to the throne.
A deity's gentle heart, yet his great confidence. Believing in his advantage, respecting others around him. Both soon before one another, Eres looking at this innocent one. The god's hand on his waist, his vision a bit to his side.
"You have been awfully curious about this prophecy huh." Her soft tone, resting her hand on her chest.
His confinement in Vanaheim, leading those in this realm. A god arriving years ago, the throne catching his attention. Wandering around it, analyzing the murals.
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The deity eventually searching the libraries, trying to gather knowledge. Little information around him, his great desire to know more. An entity yearning to venture out, these bindings on him.
The woman noticing, a person curious about the outside world. Valor's eyes to her, nodding in confirmation. A young soul wishing for more, Eres unable to keep him there. A sigh leaving her, feeling protective over him.
"Odin might know something. Given that my presence has been requested, I figured this will be a good time to kill two birds with one stone." His hand to his chin.
The All-Father learning about the deity below, eventually reaching out to him. This opportunity to Valor, a way to quell the desire within him. A person seeking after knowledge, his mind constantly on the prophecy.
The woman slightly looking away, worrying about the occurrence. An individual's driving nature, someone diving into the mysteries from the past. Her attention on the actuality, one having to find their own way.
"Alright...but do not trust Odin." Seriously looking to him.
A careful leader, her guiding experiences. An entity in the heavens pulling strings from his throne, dictating his way onward. Information making it back to her, the woman investigating the patterns. These shaky boundaries, her unease at standing before Odin.
Souls wishing for freedom, tightly holding on. Madness everywhere, their livelihoods sweeping away by the will from one. Valor listening to her words, his mind on the All-Father, a deity concealing secrets in the shadows.
"Very well, I will be certain to stay on alert." Assuring her.
A deity rising to the throne, leading many below him. His young heart elsewhere, someone never properly embracing the outside. The woman turning from him, wanting him to relish in the bliss out there. Concerning with him, her hand to her cheek.
A sigh leaving her, that innocent spirit of his. An individual not from Vanaheim, yet someone close like family. A person's bright personality, fearing the worst for him, her choice to let him soar.
"Valor, you will always have a home here, so remember to come back." Glancing back to him.
Those seeking their own way, rushing into the harsh tides. Each proceeding down their path, these common feelings. The woman cherishing the god, understanding his desire.
An individual defending him for years, teaching him much over the passing time. Someone unable to do so any longer, allowing him to shine. The deity faintly smiling, nodding his agreement to her.
His attention to the murals, soon facing the one behind the throne seat. A mysterious woman, her arm devouring darkness. Another a man, that person continuously following her.
"If I am reading this correctly. This prophecy might be saying, an eternal sorrow stemmed from the cursed memories of the woman. A person devouring malice, bringing ruin in her despair." Turning back to Eres.
"That can be anyone's guess, you really like this stuff huh." Facing him, her smile to the god.
An entity from the farthest abyss, her great sadness. Someone treading further in darkness, consuming in malice, bringing forward the End of Days. A deity researching the prophecy, putting together the pieces.
Limits on his success, the All-Father possibly having more information. The chuckling god, soon turning from the woman. His hand on his waist, glancing back to her. His awareness on her concern, appreciating this valuable person.
"I make a lousy god." Valor slightly grinning.
"Hehe, oh so very true, however, you do make a wonderful friend. Don't let anyone take advantage of that kind heart of yours." Her hands behind her back.
A god coming into this realm, another guiding him, two becoming close friends. A young soul in a strange place, curiously unraveling one thing after the next. One ensuring his safety, defending him against others trying to take advantage of him.
This coming time, everyone having to set off on their own. A supreme god, his great capabilities. A person walking underneath the light of the stars, many possibilities in his hands.
I decided to leave my home that day, an action which would lead me to meeting my old friend. I enjoyed the time I spent with her, and one day we will have those pleasant experiences again. Now that I think about it, I never did take her to my home, I think she will like it there. Cyra, one day I will reach you at the end of this abyss, and those words will be spoken...