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Thor: The Asgardian Chronicles, Chapter 133- A Wonderful Life
Three months had passed. The people of Asgard have already heard the news of King Bor's decision, on not to capture Rathak for his treachery. And it had indeed spread like wildfire. Something like this was not the least expected, even from their king. Some of them were disgusted to hear that Rathak went off on his own and lived with the Frost Giant in another realm called Nidavellir. But that being said, one man who had heard of it, was surely getting angry at the moment. He was an Asgardian warrior who had a rough taste in such battles, when he used to fight alongside with Vron the Terrible, and that he was his dear friend. But now he was caught for the murder of his own. And Egan thought it was terrible enough to hear of such impossible things.
After being bested by Odin on that fateful night at Dunn's tavern, Egan wanted to teach him a lesson. And not only that, King Bor had made such an announcement in the past three months. A decision that was bad enough for the people to think that King Bor had gone mad. He said it clearly to them that it was not necessary to capture Rathak, for he had fallen in love with the Frost Giant. Like everyone else knew about it beforehand, ever since the Asgardian warriors had returned home from Jotunheim.
Egan went toward the secret alley of the streets. There, a small tavern was to be existed like no other. Egan had come here once before on an errand that not even King Bor knew of it. Why? Because there were secrets not to be known, and that he had friends to cover his tracks. Friends who did not trust the king as well, and therefore they would do anything to overthrow him if possible. But Bor was not just a king, he was also a god who had immense powers that his men could not best him in battle. On the other hand, Vron the Terrible would certainly try it out sometime, if he were not captured for killing a fellow Asgardian.
This tavern was called the Raven's Nest. A group of Asgardians who had been led astray from the kingdom itself. Egan knew of such a place from his own friend, another former warrior who told him that this tavern was filled with thieves, criminals and the likes of others who wanted something out of Asgard for a very good price. Such as that person of the higher ground also appeared here in secret. A man who knew everything about Asgard for quite a long time. He was the member of the Keeper of the Light, an ancient order who had been tasked to protect Asgard at all costs. However, this man didn't intend to do that way, since he had plans to gain the status of his own power. In terms of payment, that was another thing to consider and judging by his appearance, he remained to be secretive at all times, for he feared that someone in the inside would spill out news of those who would betray their own. So far, none of those things had happened. Probably not yet, anyways.
The man wore a light-brown robe, like all the others in the Keeper of the Light. He sat there alone at the back of the wall, while the rest went on their conversations and whatnot. Ale was provided for these men and women. Egan surely had come at the right time, for he knew that this member of Keeper of the Light would be here. He had the payment all right. A bag of Asgardian coins which was ready to be put down on the table in any case. The Keeper of the Light demanded the money first, before revealing the secrets of Asgard to him. Egan may not care about that, his mind was only focused upon the king himself, and how he could be defeated.
Egan looked at him, stood there and wondering about the true identity of the Keeper of the Light. It probably didn't matter of course, but there were times that Egan wanted to know what kind of man he was, hidden under that robe of his.
"Hello Egan," the man said. "You have brought the money, I presume?"
Egan nodded. "Yes, I have. But first..."
The Keeper of the Light stopped him by raising his hand. "The bag first, then the secrets."
Egan sighed and dropped the bag on the table. A clunk of precious metal could be heard across the room. Some of them had overturned to see what the meeting was about. The thieves may be interested in such things, but they would not dare to steal it when Egan was still around. After all, he was a warrior who had served King Bor for quite a long time. But that time was nearing toward its end.
The man smiled. "What do you want to know?"
Without even offering him the seat, Egan sat down and relaxed. A bartender sent down his young servant to ask the Asgardian warrior for a drink. But Egan said no to him, and then the boy went back.
"King Bor," Egan replied, after a moment of silence.
"Hmm... King Bor. Suppose you want to know how he could be overthrown. Is that it?"
"Yes. But he is a god. Is there any way to defeat him? There has to be one."
The Keeper of the Light thought for the moment. In these harsh times, he would find out things that were deemed impossible, even for a man like him. But killing Bor would not be the wisest choice. Though there was something else that could be done in a different way.
"Perhaps I could tell you a secret of how King Buri died."
Egan looked at him, as if he was crazy. Of course he had known what happened before. During his childhood, his father had told him of what happened on that fateful day. "But... the king was claimed to be killed by his adversary, the Beyonder. This I know very well."
The Keeper of the Light shook his head. "No, Egan. That is not true. In fact, it was King Bor himself."
"What?!" Egan almost rose up from his seat like a wild man, while everyone looked at him.
The man clothed in the light-brown robe said, "Will you please keep it down? You do not want them to hear of us."
Egan nodded again and then sat down. He could feel the eyes and ears, coming upon him, as if he had done a very bad thing. But this truth that came out from the Keeper of the Light was unexpected. He had been told, not just himself, but others as well that the Beyonder had come to Asgard and fought Buri in a vicious battle. As a result, the first Asgardian king had died of his injuries.
"Yes, Egan," the Keeper of the Light continued. "But why would King Bor lie about this? Let me tell you. Because he didn't want his people to know of what he had done to his dear father. It was all part of the prophecy that had been foretold Buri's death. That it was his son who would dare to kill him, and to fulfill it, Bor had no other choice."
"Then... where did this Beyonder come from? Is that even a lie?"
The Keeper of the Light finally grabbed the bag of gold and put it behind him. "That is what we don't know about, not even I for one. But I figured that Bor had once met him after Buri's death. Even before that, he had learned stories about this... godlike being from outside the nine realms. It is possible that Bor came up with such a tale as that in order to invoke fear upon the Asgardian Gods themselves. As you know, the Asgardian Gods are not that powerful, compared to this Beyonder being. As far I could tell, it may not be true, after all. But I have learned one thing out of all this."
"And... what would that be?"
The man gave another thought and decided to tell this last secret, before he had to leave the Raven's Nest for good. "That Bor had indeed fought the Beyonder once. Because the Beyonder had known that King Bor had lied about his father's death. Therefore, he did not approve of it. One of us had witnessed this account in secret. Perhaps the Beyonder knew of his presence? No matter. The Beyonder had bested King Bor for using his name. Yes, that is what had happened. It was a battle not to be forgotten by the likes of us. But like I said, he was the only one who had witnessed it. And guess what happened next?"
Egan looked at him straight in the eye. His sweat began to flow down his forehead. Was it fear or excitement? He didn't know. But he was sure that whatever it was, that this Beyonder could kill the Asgardian Gods, and that King Bor could very well be defeated by his own hands.
The Keeper of the Light smiled. "The Mjolnir was broken."
There was a moment of silence and then Egan said, "You... You are sure of this?"
"I am absolutely sure. King Bor was defeated in battle and left alone. The Beyonder went back to Gods knew where."
"That is all I can tell the tale, Egan. Now you know the truth behind Bor's schemes. Now I shall ask this. What are you going to do about it?"
Egan became silent about that. After hearing the hard truth from this man, the Asgardian warrior got up again and said, "That is something I have to think about." And just like that, he left.
King Bor had heard enough angry shouts from the crowd of his own people. They demanded to know what went wrong and as to why he had decided to not pursue the hunt for the traitor named Rathak. Perhaps he must go forth and make another announcement. It was done by then, and when he had told them why of the very reason for what he did before, was that Rathak wanted the freedom of his own life and love. Some of them had listened to this and agreed upon it, while others didn't. All those past months of facing these accusations and the fact that being king was becoming tiresome for him. Perhaps it was time for Odin to take his place. But he was young to perform this sort of task at an early age, and that he had a lot to learn in the coming years of kingship.
King Bor's advisor named Garren had come back and forth to report him that anything of the event, regarding of what happened in Jotunheim. It seemed that King Laufey had every desire to attack Asgard at his own behest. In fact, the king had also made clear that it was Rathak who had indeed killed King Aghar three months ago. It was not a possibility to consider the Asgardian warrior as a true criminal of his kind. Reports had come forth towards Bor when the Asgardian warriors went to Jotunheim and attack the Frost Giants in a viscous manner. It was a terrible battle, indeed. These warriors were dead and some of them were able to return home, injured and all-beaten-up. None of them had said the words, about their defeat.
Odin took part in the battle as well, and since then he was quiet of the fact that the other Asgardian warriors were turning elsewhere. He even noticed of Egan's behavior at recent times, and later he went alone somewhere on the streets, probably hanging out with his dear friends, who had deep hatred for the king. Odin did not like this one bit. And he had told his father that he might want to take an eye upon Egan and his "suspicious activities." When Bor had listened to this, he too considered the possibility that his own men were turning against him. But most of them were here all right, serving him, day and night. Despite his flaws, he had protected Asgard from many enemies that he could remember.
However, there was one huge flaw to consider of his act that he did beforehand. He had lied to his people about his father's death. What would have happened if he had told the truth? The Asgardian priestess warned him of it; hence Bor would not become king if being told. That is why he had done so to protect his own treachery. Yes, he was no better than Rathak himself, but he was a good man at heart and his wife named Bestla adored him for trying his best to protect the Asgardian kingdom.
The battle had returned, and this time Bor was meant to take part in it. He had looked forward to see that King Laufey was indeed waiting for him. But the only question was this, could he win? Perhaps he must venture forth into Jotunheim even after all these years, and after hearing the deaths of the half-breeds and Lekha herself, he would soon realize that something was afoot and that Rathak may not be responsible for King Aghar's death, alone. If that were the case, who would blame King Laufey? After all, he was their king and only one who could ever rule Jotunheim at his own hand. And then his treachery would not be expected, of course. He had friends in high places and his own men to protect this secret.
And so forth, King Bor decided to engage himself in the battle against King Laufey. And this time, Odin was with him. Krand was left behind to train a bunch of Asgardian warriors, for he was getting too old for these battles. King Bor had understood his part and figured that Rathak's mentor must stay behind for the better good, whereas the other warriors followed him. Everyone stood back on the streets to let him through. Bor had expected some shouts like, "HAIL KING BOR FOR HIS GLORY!" But none came. Not this time, since he made a very bad decision.
They went toward Heimdall's chamber and then stopped. It was time to act upon themselves to fight King Laufey and his men. Odin had never felt this anxious before. Must it be the fact that King Laufey had undoubtedly caused havoc in Lekha's village? Perhaps it was so, but knowing that he would become king one day, he would definitely have to face his own fear to do just that, and followed his father towards the Bifrost Bridge. The rainbow enveloped them, and then they were gone.
Back in Nidavellir, both Rathak and Rheyna went outside the caves, after three months had passed. Yes, it had been a wonderful life for them. Now that they were known to be present in this realm, the other Dwarves had learned of it by their king named Sindri. King Sindri who had been ruling Nidavellir for quite a long time, had come to respect their privacy and as to why it had to be done so, it was thus told from both Eitri and Brokk. Perhaps it was best that way for not to pursue any course of action on the matter at hand. After all, he was a friend of the Asgardians and especially of King Bor himself. But knowing that a Frost Giant was at present, he wasn't too quite fond of it.
But now the lovers were enjoying themselves, for they did not care what others might think. Rheyna was currently with child and could feel his presence. Rathak wondered what name they would give him, once he was born. Rheyna smiled at him and said, "Let us wait, Rathak, for we have much time on our hands." The Asgardian warrior agreed upon this very fact that the child could be a boy or a girl. After all, there was so much to see in Nidavellir.
They embarked upon the quest to see the hills, and there they saw a few villages where the rest of the Dwarves lived. Rheyna had said that this was too much to bear, since they didn't like Frost Giants at all. But Rathak comforted her by saying that King Sindri had notified of their peaceful existence, especially when it came to Rheyna's part.
They stood there for a while and then continued walking down the road. A few children scattered here and there, and this Rheyna wondered if her child were to be born, would he or she able to live amongst them? Even the Dwarves? That is what Rheyna had been worrying about in the past few days or so, and not only that, the thoughts of the old man who had not yet arrived to meet them in privacy. Even Rathak had thought of it. The one time he remembered being asked such as that of Rheyna, where the old man could be, and he had answered none of it, because he didn't know of his latest development or whether he had died.
But that may not matter at this point, because now they had a wonderful life in Nidavellir, and that they wouldn't fear the wrath from these Dwarves. However, there were the Rock Trolls to be considered and in the past three months, the war continued inside the mountains, and outside as well. Small villages were ram-shackled here and there, and the survivors had ran off to either to other villages around the area, or to the underground caves, taking some of their belongings with them and the children as well. But the others? Not too much that one could hope for in the act of their survival. Because they were killed in battle as the Dwarf farmers tried to fight them off.
Here, Rathak had not helped them, for he had quit his warrior days a long time back, ever since he came from Asgard. But that thought had been laid heavily upon his shoulders, and he told both Eitri and Brokk to save them. They said no to this, for they need the permission of their king. And if King Sindri didn't allow this, what then? All those Dwarves had been perished for nothing. Sometimes Rathak may not be needed to save them, since he had to protect Rheyna all along. Maybe that is why he wasn't allowed to do so, and to gain respect from the king, he was to be known of their presence. And besides, it had been three months now that not even the king knew of such things. He had demanded an explanation from the Dwarf brothers who had been hiding these lovers all this time. And Eitri had said that he was being told by the old man who would protect them, and that it was only a matter of love, one that was forbidden by the realms of Asgard and Jotunheim. When King Sindri had listened to this, he accepted it, but got a bit furious for not telling him. And why not punish them? Because Eitri and Brokk were the only ones, who could bring the downfall of these wretched Rock Trolls, for they kept coming and coming to attack them with full force. Therefore, King Sindri let the lovers alone and focused upon the serious matter at hand.
When both Rathak and Rheyna arrived at the village, the Dwarves looked upon them. A few of them stopped doing their tasks, and then said none of the words. Yes, these people have not seen the likes of a Frost Giant for years now. And one such as the hateful Dwarf who seemed to be the leader of the village, knew that the king had allowed this kind of treachery in the first place. But it was not like he had any other choice. And even he had heard of this Frost Giant named Rheyna, who knitted small dresses for the Dwarves. What a laugh, he thought. Here she was, standing along with the Asgardian warrior. A warrior like him, who had no shame in bringing her here.
"Hello," Rathak said. "My name is Rathak. As you have heard before..."
"We know who you are," the Dwarf leader said.
There was a harsh tone in his voice, and this Rathak knew that the Dwarf did not like the sight of his beloved's presence.
"I am sorry," a Dwarf woman said. "Sometimes he could act like a man, who does not like strangers of other realms."
Rheyna looked at her and thought that must be his wife, who seemed to be nice about her appearance and that of Rathak. But watching the other faces, and looking at them had made her feel a bit uncomfortable. Perhaps it was not wise to come here yet and gain acceptance from them. But only time would tell.
The male Dwarf sighed. "Alright. Do come home. You are welcome to it." Then he left and his wife smiled.
Both Rathak and Rheyna looked at each other. There was a sense of doubt to all of what was happening right now. And the Asgardian warrior had certainly wished to notify King Sindri about his arrival much earlier and that of Rheyna's. But that time was over and now that they were here, they were finally welcomed a new home.
In the future, Hela watched the souls of dead warriors wandering here and there, and some of them were being tortured by strange creatures unknown, even to Asgardians. But here in Hel, Hela was the dominant ruler of her realm and the only one to control it. Beside her was her dear brother, the Fenris Wolf who was killed a long time ago by a young warrior named Harald.
"Where is Father?" Fenris Wolf said.
Hela sighed. "I assume that he had other matters to attend to, my dear brother."
"I see... Perhaps he must be done with it by now. And here I thought you would not release him from imprisonment. What would King Thor think of this?"
Hela looked at him. "You better silence that mouth of yours, dear brother. Or I shall kill you, over and over again."
The Fenris Wolf growled in anger and then looked away. He noticed the warriors were trying to run from the Norse demons of Hel. It was inevitable and here, Hel had its own advantages. He could tear these souls apart, even though he himself was dead. What a fool he was to think that he could take care of Harald, alone.
Hela smiled at this, as she heard her brother's thoughts. She always wanted to know what it would be like to tender this dead wolf at her side in this cold, harsh realm. Guarding the gates of Hel was his main duty. And not only that, he could come and eat these poor souls who had nowhere else to go, but stranded here for eternity. The wailing sounds of the departed would certainly make a mortal man skin crawl, and have such nightmares about it.
"I am hungry," the Fenris Wolf said. "Let me know when Father comes back."
"If he ever does..."
He looked back at her. "You think that he won't?"
"What do you expect? After all, he is the trickster. And he has yet to deal with Thor, remember?"
"Yes, I know of that. But for how long, dear sister? How long?" Then he left.
Hela sighed again. She hoped that Loki would finish his damn quest, once and for all. But knowing his failures throughout the years, he would not give up that easily. Taking over the Asgardian throne was his primary goal, and that she grew tired of it.
But there was a possibility that she could take over Asgard for herself. Sure, why not? If Loki could not handle King Thor, maybe it was time for her to take a prominent role in this endless charade.
Yes, she thought. Perhaps I must do just that, once Father is out of the way for good.
To be continued in Thor: The Asgardian Chronicles, Chapter 134- The Wrath of Skurge.
Okay folks. The story of Rathak and Rheyna ends here for now. Next, Skurge decides to fight off against Thor in a battle that Asgard had never seen before. And the question is this, who shall win? Find out in the next chapter of Thor. FOR ODIN! FOR ASGARD!