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kunenk.livejournal.com) wrote in
31_days2009-09-05 11:35 pm
[September 5] [Norse mythology] End of Powers
Title: End of Powers
Day/Theme: September 5- burn the length and breadth of sky
Series: Norse mythology
Character/Pairing: Valkyries, the fire giant Surt
Rating: PG
Their doom is brought out in chaos. Prophecy can only be certain about so much- their champions, their leaders, who will destroy and be destroyed- and the rest of them must make do with taking down as many as they can before they themselves die.
(No one who has not taken refuge in Hodmimir’s Forest will survive; but they cannot all take refuge there- would not even think of it. Running is the resort of those who can do nothing else for this world.)
Now that there are no more heroes to be chosen, no more messages to be taken, the Valkyries take up their spears and fight. To not do so would be a disgrace, and their winged mounts offer them some advantage in fighting the giants.
Not enough, though, not when the giant Surt raises his sword and fire flares out in every direction. Mounts scream, and their riders with them.
It is only through great fortune that the last are in any shape to take him with them, ice-enchanted spears through heart and head.
It may have been chaos, but that did not mean that they were to simply lose themselves to it.
Day/Theme: September 5- burn the length and breadth of sky
Series: Norse mythology
Character/Pairing: Valkyries, the fire giant Surt
Rating: PG
Their doom is brought out in chaos. Prophecy can only be certain about so much- their champions, their leaders, who will destroy and be destroyed- and the rest of them must make do with taking down as many as they can before they themselves die.
(No one who has not taken refuge in Hodmimir’s Forest will survive; but they cannot all take refuge there- would not even think of it. Running is the resort of those who can do nothing else for this world.)
Now that there are no more heroes to be chosen, no more messages to be taken, the Valkyries take up their spears and fight. To not do so would be a disgrace, and their winged mounts offer them some advantage in fighting the giants.
Not enough, though, not when the giant Surt raises his sword and fire flares out in every direction. Mounts scream, and their riders with them.
It is only through great fortune that the last are in any shape to take him with them, ice-enchanted spears through heart and head.
It may have been chaos, but that did not mean that they were to simply lose themselves to it.
