Slaughtered Gods by Thilde Kold Holdt

Author:Thilde Kold Holdt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Epic Fantasy
Publisher: Rebellion Publishing Ltd

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Five

Visions had begun to blend into each other in front of the veulve’s star-dotted eyes. Fate had conquered and won its battle against the Alfather. Ragnarok was upon them. At long last. So, the veulve turned her star-dotted eyes towards the present and future.

The past stretched long behind her, with its three-year winter and the cawing of Jotunheim’s red rooster in Gallows-woods. The past was long with laughter and battle and plotting, but the future was short, and filled with darkness and blood.

Ragnarok had begun. Those hopeful words had echoed in her mind for the past three winters as she tried to focus her star-dotted eyes on the present. A task not easily accomplished, for her eyes saw everything, all the time. Everything that had been and was and would be.

The future had gained certainty. The veulve no longer saw what might be and what could be, but simply that which would come to be. The three nornir had tied their threads tight. The future was as good as hacked in stone.

A gold rooster will crow from the oak tree, as once Fiallar crowed in Gallows-woods. Its sooty mate crows in Hel’s home. The hound howls at corpses by Gnipa-cave. The ship Naglfar breaks free. East it journeys, across the churned waves of the Midgard Worm’s tail splashes. Bounds are broken, at last. Brother will fight brother, and be his slayer.

The veulve’s star-dotted eyes saw all as it would be, and as it was. She felt herself free from that which had bound her destiny to Asgard. Once the final battle had come to pass, she would be free. Her faint hope was being fulfilled.

Dwarves groan at their doors. Heimdall sounds his gold Gjallar-horn. The aesir gather in counsel. Clashes and roars ring throughout Jotunheim. The giants are coming. The skies split in half. Yggdrasil creaks and stands upright. Surt arrives with fire. Giants clash against Asgard’s mountain-wall. The barricade keeps the calm of Asgard. Soon, it shall all break.

All of it was happening, or would. So close was the certain future that the veulve could no longer tell what was already happening and what was yet to come, but she kept watching, hungry for more, hungry for the time when all her star-dotted eyes showed her of the present and the future was the dark sky with no sun or moon and the bloodied, rotting corpses on the ground.

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