The Universe has been enveloped by Greed -- a black hole who vowed to end all existence. It has been a battle of light and darkness in the cosmos since time immemorial and only the gods and goddesses could have witnessed and suffered because of immortality. Death can sometimes be a welcoming thought...
Odin needed Zeus to stop the impending doom and despite his reluctance to put Olympus in jeopardy, he knew that Greed would be invading his own world soon. On his chariot of fire, Zeus rode with the young Athena. A promising lady who thinks like he does yet as gentle as rain shower. She has her father's determined chin and dark eyes that holds vast accounts of learning through history. She has absorbed all stories and analyzed all battles. Athena looked forward to her first real adventure -- eager and armed...
The flaming horses reached the gates of colored crystals. It was a long journey yet sleep would have to wait. There was not a moment to waste. They were whisked away to a large chamber where replicas of the planets are floating...reflecting reality. The darkness has enveloped most of the constellations. The world of men is in peril. The stars could no longer guide the Vikings.
"Blond and arrogant", thought Athena as she observed Odin's son from the corner of her eye. "He, too, has the power of thunder, just like Father...well, almost"...
"Her eyes..." Thor could not fathom his thoughts...his fascination..."Her eyes are like deep pools of mystery; a-waiting to be unraveled..."
The tensed connection of these two godly beings was diluted because of the war at hand. There were moments when stares linger and movements encapsulated. It was dance and deception rolled into one. No one noticed the silent drama unfolding except for Fate who was amused by the whole scenario.
With a flick of fingers, the two younglings found themselves in the realm of Heimdallr -- keeper of the gates. He had golden irises for he sees what could not be seen. He knew the reason of the guarded beatings of two hearts.
Dark eyes to blue.. wariness in the air but the polarity is mightier. They stood side by side and stared at the grandeur of the 9 worlds with only the golden keeper bearing witness to the silent dance of emotions yet saddened by the ill-fated reality that is about to shatter the magical swirls.
Both are bounded to their duties..to their worlds... He's going to be king... Her own people are waiting...
The memory is now just an incomplete verse hummed by the winds as Athena walks along the Enchanted Forest...
Valhalla is so far away
Myriads of lifetimes in between
The runes lay tranquil...waiting to be written...
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