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"My ancestor, the first black wolf we know of, was named Fenris. It's an alternative name to Fenrir, a premier character in the story of Ragnarok." I wrinkled my nose. "Isn't that the end of the world?" "Something like it." I leaned in closer, eager to hear more. "Tell me about it." David opened the book to the marked page and began to recount the story of Ragnarok. "I'm not terribly interested in the end," David explained. "Fenrir is the son of Loki and a monstrous wolf. His quick growth, large size, and massive power were a concern to the gods as they couldn't bind him."

But he just couldn’t sleep tight unless he saw the body burn to ashes in person. And then, three years ago, on the day of Ragnar’s 18th birthday, all of a sudden, the old king just felt it. There was a wolf much stronger than him living in the human world, and he was related to that wolf by blood. The old king then knew his first son was still alive, and the Moon Goddess’s relic just kept reminding him that he must kill his son as soon as possible. Or else, something horrible would happen. He sent out hundreds of his best warriors to hunt down his own son, but all of them were killed brutally and Ragnar just disappeared.

"And you believe them over us?" "I have believed you long enough, Alpha Ragnar." "You are my son." "I am not your son!" He snapped. "And you are not my father." Ragnar's eyes clouded with terror. "I do not believe that. My promise is a promise. I do not break..." "Enough pep talk" Godric stood up boldly, his broad arms hoisted down and his fingers pointed to Ragnar. "If you are still alive, a hundred more wolves will rise" he turned to his guards. "Do not spare his life"

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Ragnar's expression remained stoic, but the undercurrent of concern surged beneath the surface. Two deaths in one night? Strange ones at that. He started to pace about the room as he tried to make sense out of what was happening. Deaths of this magnitude haven't been recorded in his kingdom, never. So Ragnar knew that this wasn't ordinary, however, he didn't want to link it to anything that the old prophetess had told jim. Ryan knew that the topic of the Prophetess seemed to aggravate Ragnar, so he chose his words carefully. "The Prophetess mentioned impending suffering, my Lord. I cannot ignore the possibility that this is connected."

And besides, there hadn’t been time. “Do you know how many gods died in Ragnarök? One hundred and thirty million. Of those, fewer than seven thousand were reborn. And you—you are one of the twelve chief gods among those six thousand. Regardless of whether your power has returned, treating yourself like this—working yourself to death—amounts to nothing.”

The edges of the mask looked as though they were stitched or welded into the flesh of a ghostly white, glabrous head. The cloaked servants ceased chanting at once, and Nowk stared down at the silhouetted visitor and answered, “Ragnarok!” “Fear the Darkness, my children, as you would fear the siren’s tongue, for it will seek to poison your mind and blind you with false treasures, and not even my blessed Light can bear you hence.” -The Gospel of Glimmra

The wind screamed above the sanctuary, and the flame at the mountain’s heart flared high once more, gold shifting to silver, like it, too, mourned what was unfolding. Nyra knelt beside him, whispering spells under her breath, her eyes wide with unspoken truths. But Ragnar barely heard her. His world narrowed to the girl in his arms, her light, her silence. And then... Everything cracked. Light seared across his vision, blinding him, burning him. And Ragnar fell. Not backward. Inward.

However, the Berserkers were the elite shifters that functioned as security and companionship for Arcas, who they believed would unite their realms in the future. An old prophecy spoke of the destruction of the Nine Realms of Yggdrasil called Ragnarök, which is Skuld and Myrkalfr’s punishment for messing with fate. Arcas was the only one that could stop it and unite the shifters in the Nine Realms. However, there are always two sides in a prophecy if he could not unite the different shifters of Yggdrasil. The tree of life would die killing everyone in the Nine Realms. Ragnarök started in Asgard with the Dark Shifter rebellion but spread to battles in all Nine Realms. During the war, Arcas wa

Mane wondered, his curiosity getting the better of him. “This war was fought between your predecessor, the 5th Supreme, and the Chaos Beasts which sought to destroy the world. It was in this battle that the world snake fell, and Fenrir disappeared. Sutur was reduced to rocks, and every other being of chaos was trampled. This was the first appearance of Ragnarok.” “Oh?” Mane chuckled, his interest piqued. “What is Ragnarok?” he asked, for this was the first he was hearing of this. “The war of the gods,” Reiki replied simply.