An ageless moon, that crimson object forever in the sky. Its purely shining red color, damning those in its presence. A person consuming in the shadows, her deep despair.
Another following, screaming out to the young woman. This information in Valor's hands, a deity choosing to remain in the heavens. His presence out in the dusk, standing in front of Heaven's Gate, many chains connecting the floating platforms.
His eyes on the velvet orb in the sky, his growing desire to learn more. Propping his arms behind his head, stepping back a bit.
"Out here again?" a pleasant voice to him.
A familiar one to him, shortly facing the direction. His eyes meeting with Freya's, two getting to know the other over the passing time. Lowering his arms, taking in the gentle breeze. The crimson light shining down on them, its curse concealing one elsewhere.
His mind on the truth of it, desiring to grasp its knowledge. Messages from old to him, finding himself at a stop. His uncertainty to go forward, these frustrating feelings inside of him.
"Hit a dead end with the prophecy, so occupying myself by researching this gate." His hand on his waist.
A pure individual, someone finding enjoyment in the smallest things. His presence in the world above, searching for answers deep in the past. A god never stopping, his wish to unravel mysteries.
His fascination with many things, his heart desiring for much. Freya sighing, shaking her head from left to right. Her soft smile to him, someone admiring him for his passion. The goddess flying up to him, soon floating before Valor.
"You've pretty much studied everything that is of necessity. What is there left to do?" folding her arms.
One venturing far, stepping into the domain of the gods. A person indulging himself in knowledge, constantly pursuing it. Noting the differences in the realms, each moving in their own direction.
Endless conflicts surfacing, yet their differences connecting many. His mind still on the murals, a prophecy depicting a prediction from old. The god scratching the back of his head, thinking on her question. Slightly looking down, his uncertainty on his route.
"Hard to say really. Hey Freya, can I ask you something?" his vision a bit more serious to her.
His icy eyes on her, his words catching her off-guard. A deity observing some details, steadily unraveling information. Secrets existing everywhere, a curious one seeking after them.
Those residing in a realm far above others, living their lives separate from one another. Monitoring events below, acting in times of crisis. A god digging further, suspecting some things in the shadows.
"What is it?" slightly tilting her head.
"Why do you serve Odin?" folding his arms.
An entity observing patterns, witnessing the other deities faithfully serving the All-Father. Something not sitting right with him, his mind on the possibilities. The god reflecting on Eres' words, her warning steadily making more sense.
A dangerous individual on the throne, one standing above countless. Freya's surprise at his question, soon thinking on it. The goddess turning from him, her hand sadly to her chest.
"I have no memories of my past life. Odin took me in, since then, I have followed his words...but..." Slightly shaking.
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Memories not with her, a goddess living through the words of another. Her reason to follow the All-Father, Valor connecting these points. Feeling an imbalance in her energy, his increasing suspicions.
Closing his eyes, assessing the information over his time in the heavens. Shortly opening his vision, stepping towards her. His gentle touch on her shoulder, the goddess looking back to him. Her confusing gaze on him, her desire to remember brewing at her depths.
"Someone once told me not to trust Odin." Lowering his hand.
Secrets in the shadows, one concealing them on the throne. His methods to maintain his influence, numerous below worshipping a god.
A goddess without her memories, her wish to remember the past. Choosing to serve the All-Father, a person believing in them. A message from another, the supreme god setting a fire within her.
Freya floating in the shadows, her increasing sentiments. Turning to the deity, uncertainty from her. Valor glancing back to the gate, his slightly grim expression.
"To my understanding, whoever Odin handpicks, they seem not to have any memories of their past life. It will be my guess that he seals them away for some reason." Looking to her.
A god tracking the All-Father's pattern, making note of the occurrences over time. A man choosing others himself, shaping his way towards tomorrow.
Those strange movements, a possible hand leading to his power. Someone pulling strings from the shadows, appearing before helpless individuals, filling them with his words.
That deeply striking message to Freya, the goddess trying to process the situation. Odin saving her years before, a person giving her false hope. Another coming into her life, his guiding hand to her.
"Then what do I do...?" her unease, gripping her arms.
One endlessly floating in the darkness, this new information to her. Suspecting the All-Father, her uncertain direction. A deity from below coming to her, extending his gentle hand to her. An individual leading her onward, giving something of meaning to her.
His icy gaze on her, warmth in his presence. Hope shining far within, a road lighting its way. A deity connecting others, these blissful emotions. Grasping his hand, moving down her path.
"Stay low, and reclaim your memories. When you do, Odin will have no hold on you. Until then, you can rely on me to have your back." Faintly smiling at her.
Memories containing secrets, one binding it in chains. The goddess' unease, someone cautiously proceeding down her direction. A strange entity giving her this chance, her appreciation towards him.
A person studying the gods, two taking his interest. One on the throne, another following orders. Fitting together some pieces, connecting the various information. An individual spreading warmth, Freya worrying about him.
"But...Odin...—"
"—I am aware, that he will try to seal me away. As if that will work." Assuring her.
A deity remembering the words from another, keeping on high alert. Not trusting Odin, carefully unraveling mysteries in the heavens. Eventually coming across a seal, the god researching it, quickly taking precautions against it.
Three points housing secrets, secluding a devastating weapon. Multiple existing functions, a way to contain and release others. The goddess' surprise, her hand to her chest. An entity proudly carrying his title, a young man resisting the All-Father.
"Everything will be fine, I did not get my title by falling into traps like these." Calmly turning from Freya, his hand on his waist.
Feeling the gently flowing breeze, his vision to the bleeding moon above. A never fading object in the night, one possibly existing somewhere out there.
A connection to the murals, unable to proceed further in his research. Someone finding himself in the heavens, aiding a goddess. That god carrying two sides, a bright person standing tall, this pure individual easing her burden.
"Very well..." Her shining smile.
One seeking after mysteries, constantly unraveling secrets beneath the surface. His desire to reveal one, yet answers eluding him. A young man finding excitement in it, his curiosity to learn more over the passing time.
An object signaling the presence of one, never leaving in the dusk. Stepping back a bit, his hand behind his head. Issues in the heavens, the deity staying cautious of Odin. A yawn soon leaving him, shortly looking back to the goddess.
"Anyway, I am heading in now. Tomorrow I am gonna go somewhere, and think about what I'll do next." His calm voice.
Freya trusting in him, his guiding presence in the abyss, leading her along a shining road. Two stopping in it, her uncertain vision to him. Sadness coming over her, unable to describe it.
Watching him move ahead on his own, her hand towards him. The next day eventually arriving, the goddess floating outside of Heaven's Gate.
Her slightly shaking hands, wishing to reach out to him. Watching him approach a void, that one walking further away. A tear to her eye, her darkening path.
Raising her hand, wiping away the drop, this weird sensation to her. Shortly shifting her gaze ahead, seeing the closing portal. Remaining there on her own, her direction without light, an entity worrying about him.