By Claire Casey
The All-Father mingles his blood with mine, while we promise to be like brothers until the end of time. This puts things in motion that not even I can stop.
The end of the Nine Realms as we know them is coming.
I do not know what is going to take place, but I can now smell the change in the wind. I remain quiet, knowing that it all must come to pass, no matter what may be brought our way.
All of the gods live, fight, and feast, blind to what will be coming. Ragnarok—the Twilight of the Gods.
Nice little mythological story.
Thank you for the lovely comment