Hello, Ymir!
Resurrection!
That’s what should have happened to Salazar after he died. As an Immortal being, Salazar’s soul was tied to his world. A connection that should have allowed his soul to stay within the material plane and return to a new body. But that was not what happened.
In an expanse of unyielding darkness, an orb of golden light wandered through the expanse, the consciousness within self aware of its situation. The being once known as Salazar wondered how he had gotten there. He recognized the path he was on, thanks to the centuries of research he had done on the esoteric forces of the universe. This was the Reincarnation cycle. The plane of existence where souls wander till they are plucked by some unknown force and incarnated into the material world as a newborn being. Salazar couldn’t believe how he got here. He remembered the last thing that had happened to him before waking up here. He had swallowed the Divine resources as he got hit with Arkus Dragon breath. With the energy of the resource and his own Soul power, Salazar had sacrificed himself to try and kill those bastards. And now, somehow he had mysteriously ended up here. Salazar was pondering what was going on when he felt something pulling at him. It was a tug at his core, not noticeable at first but the more time went on-if it existed in this plane- the stronger the pull. Salazar’s first instinct was to resist it. And which he did. His Semi-transcendent soul strength soared and tried to protect himself, but he felt something interrupt him. The pull stronger than ever. Salazar began to panic as he tried to think of what was going on. What could interfere with something that was part of the natural aspect of the Universe. It could only be a-
A blinding white light smashed against Salazar’s perception and then he lost consciousness again.
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In the world of Ymir, in the last continent of Midgard where life still prospered, there was the Kingdom of Norland, one of the five kingdoms that occupied the supermassive continent. In the border between Norland and two other kingdoms which were Denland and Swedland, there was a village known as Kattegat ruled by the famous Earl Bestla Lothbrok. In this village, a building in the center of the town that served as the Earl's place of residence, noises could be heard. The building was the tallest and most exquisite building in the village. The roof were made with fine silver, the walls were decorated with runic markings, strong wood structure made up the house. It was a three story floor house with the lower floor serving as where the Earl did most of her administrative duties concerning the village. But right now, in the middle of the night, there was no one there, with most of the people focus on the second floor where servants could be seen moving hurriedly. In one of the rooms, a noise could be heard...it wasn't really a noise but more like curses being yelled out. In this Room, Bestla was on her bed, groaning and yelling curses and obscenity to the gods that were no longer around. Her fair face was reddened, her golden hair was all messed up. In front of her was the Healer, holding her legs and urging her to push.
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"My lady, Push....Push...."
"AArrgghh" Bestla roared as lighting flash from the outside. Darkness had gathered, the dark filled clouds hiding the Moon, thunder booming across the village. The storm had begun from the moment Bestla had begun to push, like Midgard could feel her pain and was responding to it. The Healer, a Volur who had a connection to the natural elements could feel the disturbance within it. Midgard was a broken realm, with no ambient energy that once used to flow in the atmosphere, but the natural elements still existed. And the healer could feel those forces get all chaotic. The more Bestla pushed, the more chaotic the elements became. The sky wept with rain, the mighty wind tore through the buildings, like it wanted to uproot them from the earth. Luckily, the buildings had been made from Rune craved woods making them impervious to the wind. Bestla pushed again with spit and snort coming out of her, her reddened face glowing with bright golden light. The Volur was surprised, feeling the power within Bestla's Rune activate, the Essence within her stirring and becoming chaotic also.
What in Aesir name is going on? The Volur had no idea what was happening. She had never experienced anything like this. In fact she begun to fear that if this continued, there was a chance the Lady might become poisoned by Eitir and go mad becoming a corrupted being. But Bestla's will was beyond fragile. She was a proud and powerful warrior, the best of her generation, descendant of the Aesir that had abandoned everything. She was not going to go mad and become a corrupted. No. Not when her son's life was in danger. With a powerful scream and an application of her Psychic energy, Bestla felt the baby finally come out, her will pushing against whatever forces that had been trying to prevent the birth of her son. As the baby came out, the Volur immediately cut the umbilical cord, severing the baby from the new mother. Just as soon as she did, the door to the room burst open, a man in brown and leather armor came in, his brown rugged hair face filled with worry for his wife. He looked from the mid wife to the baby, and then to his wife that looked like she had been through her own battle like he had. Beyond the village, in the forest that served as a barrier between Norland and Denland, the Rune beasts that lived in the forest had begun to loose control. The Essences within them had gone wild and there was a chance they might become corrupted, so Aksel Ingstad, husband of Earl Bestla had taken a couple warriors and gone and proceeded to wipe them out before they could become mad and rabid. Aksel had no idea why they had lost their wit, but he did not care to think much of it. Moving gently across the room, he went by his wife's side who was gesturing for the midwife to give her child to her. The Volur returned the baby, feeling a bit off as normally a baby was suppose to cry when coming into the world, but this one didn't. In fact, the Volur could have sworn that she felt a slight psychic fluctuation coming from the baby. But that was suppose to be impossible. Right?
"He looks beautiful," Aksel said. Aksel was not the father of the baby, as Bestla was already pregnant when he married her. In fact no one in the Kingdom of Norland knew who the baby's father was except for Bestla but she barely talked about him. Aksel didn't care for most of his life he had been in love with Bestla. So when she was chosen to become Earl of Kattegat and she had come up to him asking him for his hand in marriage through a duel, Aksel had been the happiest man ever. Of course he lost badly against Bestla but he didn't mind it. After all he was marring the crush of his childhood. And now weeks had passed since they had settled in this village.
"His name is..."