Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2012 10:27:39 GMT -5
Just to note this, this is the earliers written point in my Kaijuverse. I posted it on Deviant Art, but not everyone has a DA account and some do not go on it THAT often.
So I decided to post it here and see how y'all take to it. MM posted his MM's World thing, so I figured I could post mine.
I am aware the wording can throw some off, but I hope its good otherwise. Please and thank you~
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To humans, history is mysterious. We can only guess what once was from what lay in the rocks if it was not written within a book or on a stone, and even then some things are never placed as a fact. Answers exist, of course…
In The Beginning…
There was the great primordial void. An era of darkness, fire and ice; when this planet was ruled by monsters of unbelievable size walked the earth, soared in the skies, and lurked in the deep. No man existed in this time of danger. No horses, no lions, wolves, whales, bears, boars, deer, ox or any creature of today could ever exist. This time in which none could even fathom was simply referred to as Ginnungagap: The Yawning Void.
None dare think of such a time when monsters ruled the world. All that is known for sure is that this world of monstrous beings came to an end, and to be forgotten. Its end, however, came as the result of a beginning.
One very dark day, Ginnungagap came to a violent end. From outside the realm came a flaming rock, lighting up the sky and spreading destruction in all direction. The world trembled and split, leaving a wall of fire to engulf most of the world and leaving everything in darkness for a great long time. Nearly all monsters that lived in the world ceased to be. All the demons, all the beasts of earth, sky and sea all disappeared and much of the world would die within a matter of days.
When the darkness clear, light came in, bringing a dying world from the brink of a grey and blue world. Few little was left, but it was enough; from the destruction would come a beginning. The object that struck the world brought with it a tiny, tiny seed no bigger than a grain of rice, which fluttered through the clouds until it came to rest in a patch of earth in the north, kept warm by the sun and quenched by a humble stream nearby.
See, it is believed that this existence has a balance, and what is chaos will always seek balance no matter what the size of everything was. Even greater than the world which mankind would take his step on, far past sun and the planets and all the way to the end of this universe. This is nature, and nature exists everywhere. One of the greatest is a tree of mythical status in which few believe even exist. It has many names through many sentences. However, under the name of the first race of men and the creatures of the old world, this tree was known as “Yggdrisil”; The Tree of The World.
These trees fluttered through the vast emptiness of the universe in a gamble to come in contact with a planet that possesses favorable conditions for its life. As long sunlight exists, water is present, and a molten core for the planet, this life form will begin to grow and eventually draw from the core itself as its roots reach for the hot center of the planet. In return, the tree will give in return a protection against other threats from the endless universe in the form of its properties. The byproduct of the tree will cause new forms of life to spring forth in many ways. Strength, size, intelligence; in a way, this is a life form that could in many ways be considered a deity of sorts in human standards. The older the tree, the stronger the results.
In the end, this tree will bring forth new monsters greater than the planet held before. If such creatures existed before, then they too will become even greater; so to the point that these creatures too may threaten the planet, like a cancer out of control. But, nature equalizes itself in the end in one form or another.
And so, this world, known as earth, gained a tree of its own. Despite all the odds of such an event coming to be, earth was now carried its symbiotic alien plant. Within a lifetime, the tree grew and with it new life and chaos ensued. However, since the disaster, the planet was out of balance. The new and massive life forms became too successful to quickly. What few and far between oasis still existed soon became under siege with little to no hope of survival. In the law of nature, the new monsters thinned out and the planet became near dead. In the wake of all that happened, organisms of this power and mass could not survive here. Not until this world healed and became well again. All but one giant species survived and followed their powerful instinct to sleep until better times came.
Dragons.
A number of years that could not be imagined at the time passed. Yggdrisil continued to grow, and grow it did, but as it grew in the far north, the cold suppressed its great power. Surviving life grew just as slow due to how little remain and the remote, cold wasteland the tree grew in. If not for Yggdrisil’s power, then the planet may have never grown into a new age of giants. Eventually the planet once again turned green, and life began to thrive again. Slowly monsters began to grow as life became more prone to appear in and around the tree. It was not long until this warm, lush world woke the surviving dragons once again.
Like before, the world came under the threat of the dragons plundering and burning the world. The resulting damages were immediate and devastating. After the dragons had spread to nearly all corners of the old world, they once again slipped into their caves and slumbered as the planet once again reached a time of great cold.
This time, the dragons would remain in such a deep sleep, that the world became more then habitable; the planet became a near perfect setting. Oceans flourished with life, forests stretched across nearly every inch of the earth, and the mountains flowed with much clean water, and with the surge of life, Yggdrisil’s roots reached farther then the eye could ever see.
During the depression of dragons, a new and more powerful age dawned. Two-hundred million years ago, the first of men rose to their feet and stood upright. The history of mankind began, just as humble as any other species to rise.
This is where our story really begins.
At least 700,000 years ago, the first race of men came to be. They were not like humans of today. They were noticeably different, but they were every bit as smart, despite the lack of evidence. Something between what we would call ape and true man, among other things. They spread across the world, while discovering their potential; weapons and fire, and sentience. Unavoidably, they also discovered the world had terrible monsters that towered over them so easily.
Instead of being afraid and cowering, the first race of men became pushed forward against the creatures. They attempted to fight, but were quickly crushed. Animals of the norm were nothing more than insects to such titanic beings. From this, mankind fell into three paths; the men who became in awe of the creatures as higher beings, those who feared them and groveled at their mercy and others who still chose to fight.
Three would eventually become two.
In the urge to conquer what threatened them, some of this early race approached the monsters in awe. Already dogs and a handful of other animals had been domesticated. The same idea came to mind; to create guards from great monsters. Thus came forth a powerful bond between two races, most unusual as it was serene.
From the Far East, a race of great apes existed. They were tall, and stood several times taller than the average man. Peaceful and calm, but powerful and potentially dangerous. When man encountered them, it was fear at first… then they saw how they were alike. Their faces, their bodies… And from this, they became one.
Already the miracles of metal working came to light, but still had much to go. The apes were taught how to use them, and given armor. Quite a sight, it was; seeing a massive creature such as this to wear primitive armor, horned helmets and a massive weapon. Of course this idea spread, and more attempts would be made. This idea thought became taboo to those who still feared giant creatures, causing wars to begin. To those in awe, however, many became liking to the idea in other ways. Instead of taming them as guards, some choose to worship them. One day, those who tamed and those you worshiped would become near one and the same.
Men covered the entire old world. Eventually, they moved north, following the massive roots of Yggdrisil until they at last, they lived with within the roots of the tree. The migration was long and hard, however. The deeper into the tree, the fiercer and more numerous the monsters were. Men could not fight, even with their ever growing intelligence and crude technology. They did, however, retain their bond to the monsters. Particularly, the massive apes who had traveled with them all this way.
Some would continue on, past the tree and down into the new world. Many stayed, and eventually such times were forgotten. A small resurgence of dragons came, and went, doing the damages for the third time in history. It was a brief time, but eventually yet another era of ice came in. The first race of men would thin and spread, and eventually give rise to many races that to the present day are nothing more than myth.
Elves are possibly the most famous. Every which way you go on the planet; you will find people who know of elves. Elves were as many envision them. They were beings of nature, realizing the balance of all and everything that is nature. If you met an elf today, you would very well get very well thought out conclusions to a lot of questions that would pertain to the ultimate question of “why”.
Many kinds of elves existed through history. Most classically well-known are the Dark Elves and Light Elves. The two kinds were diverged long ago over a simple matter of dealing with threats. It was said that the race started as one, but split into the two due to a decision to go to war and conquer the known world so all may be safe. Whether this is true or not is unclear.
Light Elves, or Ljosalfar at the time, were about as benevolent and kindred as possible and wished to avoid the tides of war if it can be avoided. Do not think otherwise, though. Light Elves can fight vicious and would have gone as far as genocide if they decided upon it.
Dokkaflr, or Dark Elves on the other hand was somewhat unpleasant folk. Out of all elves, the Dark Elf race was overall far more aggressive and less trusting in their surroundings. While Light Elves were somewhat reclusive at the sign of possible danger and calm, Dark Elves would have charged into battle and done some more drastic compared. Stronger, but far less numerous due to their defensive nature.
Both light and dark elves were by far the most common, and clashed on many occasion in the old ages. Elves as a whole stretched across all forms, including wood, mountain, meadow, ice, and many other titles. At the point in time, elves were far more numerous in species and number out of all the first race of men.
Two other decedents from men, and the result of men and ape assimilating into one another, are Trolls and Dwarves. Both hailed from the first members of The First Race of Men like all the others.
Trolls came in many forms, many sizes, and many dispositions. The result of men and ape, Trolls spread to what was known as Eurasia. Not a very bright race, they only needed the simplest of requirements. Not very picky eaters, they would devour just about anything, or anyone for that matter, knowing virtually no bad taste. Though Trolls could be neighborly in the best of times(being as polite as they can), many Trolls were brutish and beastly creatures for the most part and got along with no other race other than their own. Famously, Trolls turn to stone in the presence of sunlight. Save for a few exceptions known, Trolls were restricted to the darkness, leaving the dangers they pose to a minimum. Out of the entire First Race of Men, if Trolls can possibly be grouped into the title, they almost survived into the present; almost… The last several thousand years yielded their ultimate erase from the world, never to be seen again.
Dwarves were indeed human. Thought looking at one, you might not know it. Relatively short, covered in hair and vulgar, Dwarves were sometimes said as unpleasant as a Troll. Unlike Trolls, Dwarves were very smart and very polite, despite their somewhat rude language. They cursed; they laughed and joked about any topic you could throw at them despite any situation. Dwarves hardly ever went unhappy. Jolly folk, really. These short humans were highly skilled in metal working and machinery to such a point they had virtually cut themselves off from the rest of the world, delving ever deeper underground in search for metals and rocks. They carved massive architect into the very bedrock, hundreds of feet below the surface. Great halls dimly lit by the flames, and hordes of gold and treasure to make the greatest known kings of the history seem petty. Crude machines consisting of gears and levers echo in the depths of the earth even to this day. Out of all the weapons and warriors that came to be in the ancient times, Dwarves stood out as the most advanced and nearly unmatched.
A group all their own and seemingly came from the void of nothing itself were the Fey. Fey are what many folk go on to call Fairies. Fey is a somewhat ambiguous word, as it refers to many creatures from elves, to dwarves, to trolls, goblins, and other magical and unexpected beings. Do not be fooled, though. Fey are something all of their own. They had seemingly no real form, and everything about them was about as alien as other worldly beings.
Truth be told, they did not belong on earth. Fey were actually sentience beings from another plane, one that opens every few thousand years on earth and allows the crossing of the two words. Sometimes small, insignificant creatures come through. Other times, monsters from other worlds do.
Two kinds of fey exist: Lesser Fey and Major Fey.
In general, Lesser Fey have no set form. Lesser fey tend to be take small, humanoid-like forms with insect-like wings more or often, and retain an aura of what seems to be light. They are generally harmless and quite docile. They often leave their own offspring in the care of other beings in this world, for a Lesser Fey born in this world takes on the biology of creatures of this world. With each generation of fey, they become more like the creatures of this world until their other worldly power no longer exists. This is why Lesser Fey slowly fade away with each generation. It was this type of behavior that started the legends of Changelings.
Larger and far more powerful Major Fey are creatures of entirely different nature. In contrast of their lessen counterparts, they have somewhat set forms, but not entirely solid. They often resemble creatures of this world, but on a chimeric scale, and often change due to unspecified natures of this words laws of reality from emotions to silly, minor things such as speaking their name backward. Many resemble humanoids, standing upright, but obtaining features that resemble that of what one would expect from the biblical times of Jesus. Some thousand years before the present day, the link between planes opened, and released a menagerie of creatures that ended up spawning Christian and Catholic belief of heaven, hell, with their respective beliefs.
Yokai, creatures of the east, are nothing more than a collection of all creatures and none in particular. From Fey and Trolls to Elves and other various humanoid creatures, Yokai became cemented into eastern cultures.
As far as true men went, none existed. In a sense, they were troglodytes and may not be men now, but would eventually give rise to true humans. They were pathetically weak, but while so, this made them dismissible and adaptable. It was their meekness in a world of greater powers that gave them the edge and survive into the present. They still came in many forms, but were all and all similar to each other to be counted as one race.
Despite all the worlds smaller creatures, many larger beasts still existed. Many from the era of now, exposed to the trees mighty presence and turned into creatures of great and terrible power. The greatest though came from the bond of Men and their Guards: The Great Apes. The union of two becoming one led to a whole world of its own, all centered around the tree.
The Asgardians and Midgard…
Yggdrisil had aged for many a year. The bitter cold no longer yielded its growth. Roots stretched far into the earth, and across the planets face. Heat of the planet fed the tree, allowing it to grow properly now, and now the leaves stretched high into the sky, past the clouds and towered above all else in the world.
The bond of both men and great ape grew into a whole world, revolving around the tree. So powerful they were that the tree itself was and isolated from the outside world. When dragons again woke up, they found themselves unable to trespass and feared the entire world oh so alien to them. The fear was shared, as well. None ever traveled up the roots and to the world of Yggdrisil, believing the place to hold nothing less than utter doom and destruction. Many, dragons included, grew to fear this place.
In truth, it was a paradise to those who knew its wonders. Many races grew here, descending from men and other beasts. They knew little outside of the great tree, but this did no concern them. This world was all their own, and known as Midgard…
Among elves and dwarves that lived in and around the tree, there were many creatures that claimed long stretches of land as their own. No matter where any would go, there were massive fauna of immense size. Particularly a group consisting of four mighty stags who strode around the tree in unison, moving when necessary and cooperating to survive the beast of the tree that would surely devour them if left alone.
To the northeast was a land of cold; snow and ice cover nigh everything. A wasteland, only the strongest lived there. At most, creatures only passed through and never stayed. Many who attempted to go through, though, were lost forever. This territory was called by the name Nifleheim: the land of primordial ice, part of the ancient Ginnungagap left untouched. Nothing but Frost Jotun actually thrived here…
Muspelheim was a primordial land of fire, and the brother land to Nifleheim. Part of the ancient Ginnungagap as well, few creatures lived here too. Only Fire Jotun thrived here, among some other beasts. This land was only home to monsters that never should have seen the light of day…
Nestled between the land of ice and fire was the vast land of Jotunheimr. This was the land that men first came too and settled upon. Here is where the first of the Jotun appeared. Jotun were mighty creatures that resembled men and apes, but towered far above any other man. As time passed, Jotun descended into many races of their own. Fire Jotun, who dwelled near Muspelheim, the realm of primordial fire; Frost Jotun, remaining near the freezing land of Nifleheim: Rock Jotun who stayed in high mountains and resembled stone beings; and simple Giants. Another race grew into its own…
One side of the tree that made up Nifleheim, Muspelheim and Jotunheimr were lands belonging to a forgotten time, one none quite believed in and harboring such creatures. The other side of the tree on the other hand was home to everything else.
Near the tree was the land known as Vanaheimr. Decedents of the same ancestors as the Jotun, these were giant people as well. They were numerous and widespread, and lived peaceful lives under their leaders high in the tree. The race itself is a word that is long forgotten in race, but only remembered in place. These were the Asgardians, a powerful race of giant men not too different from our own. They farmed for roots and shots, and mighty animals they had come to domesticate. Proud as they were, they believed in the valor of battle and often fought each other simply for pleasure. Their wounds healed quickly, and very few would ever die from such sparring. If death did happen, then it was a time of celebration, for it was believed he went to the next world full of drink and feed and all he ever wanted. Vanaheimr was the largest land out of all that dwarfed Nifleheim, Muspelheim and Jotunheimr by just so much. It was won long ago by the Asgardians from Jotun and other beasts. This was a land of lush and pristine life, and Jotun, among other beasts, were expelled quickly if ever set foot onto this land.
Spread out between all of Midgard, many races of men from elves, to trolls, to ordinary lived. Many lived in Vanaheimr in safety, while others did not. Vanaheimr was the home for men and Asgardian alike. Occasionally a section would simply be known as Mannheimr, since humans did not like to live under the feet of giants and would live in sheltered roots where they could not be crushed.
Other places of the tree existed as well, beneath the lowest roots and high above in the branches.
Nair, a world of decay, darkness and exile, sat beneath the tree and was dimly illuminated by the sun from the sky. If none were desired, then they were sent here to live out the remainder of their lives. It would eventually come under control by an Asgardian by the name of Hel, who took an iron fist to controlling all of this underworld.
Above Nair was Svartalfar. Home to Dark Elves and Dwarves, the two worked in harmony very well. Dwarves knew how to make premium weaponry and armor, among their usual works of jewels and architect; the Dark Elves knew how to use them. Always an instigative race to begin with. Unlike dwarves elsewhere, this particular colony living in Svartalfar did not have a military and did not know war. The two races of elves and dwarves here became so strong that Dark Elves fought for them both.
Above was Alfheimr, land of Light Elves, among others. These elves came to know peace in between the rest of other lands. Up the tree and high above the rest of the world, war and danger was the last upon their minds. It was believed that elves that came here would find all they ever desired and achieve true understanding of all that is and all that will be.
Finally, within the trees branches and leaves, was the world of Asgard. This was the home of the highest ranking Asgardians and their kin, and few were given privilege of living here. All the rules and regulation of all the lands around Yggdrisil were created here, but the one who rose up among the others: Odin: Asgardian King. Long ago he challenged every threat of the tree for the thrill of battle and one, and he was made king by his own hand. Odin his kin and others who rule, they protect all that is their world at any cost and all who live within it.
With great respect and adoration from the lesser Asgardians and others, there was also great hatred. Long ago, Asgardians and Jotun battled fiercely for control over control of the world. Jotun are greedy and dimwitted beings who wanted the rule their way with no opposition. Asgardians felt otherwise, believing in a rule where all could live in peace.
A war began, one that was as terrible as the ancient monsters of Ginnungagap. Asgardians rose up with allies, and Jotun led their own forces of giants and other terrible creatures. Yggdrisil became the battleground of a war that lasted hundreds of years. Asgardians smashed and crushed their enemies with their mighty weapons forged by Dwarven knowledge, and this advantage won them the right to give the order. The snowy lands were stained with blood of both giants alike, and smaller creatures in between could only run in fear of being crushed by the towering behemoths. Some centuries later, Jotun were driven back into the primordial lands until at long last they gave up the war. Out of the two parties, Jotun suffered the most. They simply could match the weapons and powers of the Asgardians and had no way of creating their own. Outside of their own power, they were as vulnerable as prey.
Out of his mercy, Odin, now King of Asgardians, gave his foes, the Jotun, their own vast lands of Nifleheim, Muspelheim and all in between which became Jotunheim. They would live in peace, untouched by one another unless provoked. The Jotun abided, but not without extreme prejudice. Jotun still cross the roots to Vanahemr and terrorize lesser creatures such as man and elves. Other titans have not forgotten their defeat either. Many hold grudges and would love nothing more than to tear down Asgard and Vanahemr and plunder the entire tree for their own gain. Jotun felt oppressed, and would always. Right to the days of Ragnorok, they would hate the Asgardians with a great passion.
Ages would pass, and Yggdrisil no longer knew true war like before.
Outside Yggdrisil, dragons now ruled the world. They still distance from the roots and shy from the branches in their flight. Garuda birds had taken their territories in the old world elsewhere, warring with the dragons at every turn. Save for one, Nidhoggr, who came to the tree for refuge and isolation from the madness. Jotun as a race stayed at peace and on their own lands, sharing them with the terrible monsters that once allied with them. Dwarves continued with their metal and machines, and mankind has spread through the world.
Odin sired sons and daughters, and some of them had birthed their own. Among them were Loki, a half breed of Ice Jotun and Asgardian, who would go on to sire two children. One of an Asgardian, and the other of a wolf named Fenrir who cause great fear in Odin and many Asgardians with his vicious nature and appetite. Even attacking Odin, King of Asgardians, and ultimately punished by being chained beneath a great mountain.
One child destined to take his throne at the right time, Thor, now stood on the battle field with his allies and friends. Long ago, Thor had begun a feud with the greatest monster to ever live. Thor was always in the search for the greatest battles, and one day while young, he decided to challenge nothing less than the most feared monster to be known; a monster from the ancient world of Ginnungagap, large enough to encircle the world and latch onto the end of its tail. Venom dropped from tis teeth, and it could swallow the sky and sea. The mighty world serpent of Midgard, Jormungandr.
Jormungandr was a creature that cared not for war or anything in particular. When the war between Asgardian and Jotun occurred, Jormungandr stood on no side and instead lashed out at both forces warranted his ire. Upon the peace, Odin allowed the creature to lie wherever it decided. As luck would have it, Jormungandr rested most of its time between Jotun and Asgardian lands, deterring any major onslaught planned by either side. Part of the peace was the danger of this creature.
Then the day came Thor challenged Jormungandr. Young and arrogant, Thor fought with the ancient monster. Jormungandr rose from the sea to quickly silence the aggravation by swallowing it. Instead, the mighty jaws caught nothing but the tree root Thor stood on as he called him out. By his surprise, Jormungandr was knocked back and into the sea with one strike of the Asgardians hammer, Mjolnir.
Days would pass and the battle would continue with one barely harming the other. Several times, Thor would take his hammer and bring down hit after hit. Each time, the skin of the creature simple absorbed the blows. Even when he stood upon the monsters great head, every hit was virtually ignored.
Thor himself could hardly hide. Even when he climbed to Jormungandr’s back, Jormungandr still reached him. No place to run, and no place to hide. There was no safe place. At one point, he attempted to jump off. Instead, he found the massive claw of the serpent coming down to crush him. Nothing left to do but stand his ground, AND FIGHT! Like a crash of thunder, the massive palm crashed down and surely sent the Asgardian to oblivion. Instead, Jormungandr found his claw behind held up just barely but the insect, feeding his ever continuing anger. All of the beast’s weight was pressed down, and still Thor did not give way.
He could not push up, again, though. All of his muscle quaked and bulged out with all his might, but he could not lift the monster as it was. His fur crackled and sparked, calling upon the thunderous heavens. The clouds above gathered and lit with thunderous power. A flash of light and white fire shot from the sky and down upon the monsters hand and blasting a hole through and to the Asgardian beneath.
Jormungandr cried in defiance and pain as he lifted his claw. It had been truly an eternity since he felt such pain. The fact that it came from such an insect enraged him.
At long last, Thor gained the advantage. Calling upon the sky above, thunder reigned down, striking again and again. Jormungandr writhed and flailed, each movement rocking the earth and sending the sea into a powerful froth. With each strike of lightning, he became angrier. Each time he felt pain, the harder the lashed out at the tiny foe which attacked him.
Thor could keep evading, but his luck ran out. He was swatted like a fly in mid stride and found nearly every bone in his body shattered upon impact. The Asgardian fell to his knees, only barely able to hold himself in place. The storming stopped, and Jormungandr stared with satisfaction of downing the attacker.
Slowly, Thor pushed himself to his feet. His wounds already were healing, but everything hurt so much. Pulling his hammer to his hand, he stood defiant before Jormungandr, refusing to back down even now.
Rage seethed in Jormungandrs body. This was the time to end this.
The wind began howling ominously, collecting toward the creature. Had he summoned the will of the wind? No, he did not. His teeth parted ever subtly, continue to open. The farther they parted, the stronger the wind began to move. Jormungandr was not summon the wind… he was sucking it in, for Jormungandr was so vast and great that so much as expanding his gut pulled in the world.
This was a horror. Thor could feel the fear in him, and not just for himself. All around, the world began to abide by the great power before him. The clouds above began to lower, the sea began to rise and the wind howled so loud that no other noise could be heard. It was getting stronger, too. Nothing had frightened Thor more than right now. To him, the world was threatened. This long battle for glory now became the fight for the world. If he did not stop this now, all could end.
Thor held his weapon high and focused his thunderous abilities down his arm and into his hammer. No one but him could ever hope to lift it, and to all others it was as heavy as the world itself. Putting all his power into it made it even more so. A glow emitted from the metal, lighting up like a star.
By now the wind was so great that the oceans flowed up as a reverse waterfall and into the mouth of Jormungandr. The clouds formed a cyclone as they funneled into his throat, and still the wind flowed stronger than even the mightiest hurricane. It was as if the world itself was coming to an utter end here and now.
Doubts filled his mind. How could he stop this even now? Soon the power of the wind would lift him up and away. He would be devoured alive and all would be doomed. Something else was needed.
Throughout the fight, Thor had used one hand to wield his mighty weapon. Some time ago, he was told using two hands in a weapon was superiorly stronger than just one. So taking his other hand, he gripped the handle of Mjorlnir. Now only one thing was left to do. Taking a breath, Thor kicked from his perch as he felt his feet beginning to lift…
Catapulting thought the air and into the darkest of oblivion, Thor willingly walked into the lion’s den. Past the teeth, over the gums… lookout stomach, here IT comes.
Down in the darkness, Thor landed within the gut of the great. Pulling Mjorlin back, he held the hammer high above his head as he cried out in an empowering holler! When the hammer came down, the darkness became as bright as the sun.
Jormungandr’s entire body jolted and rocked as if he was struck by a creature even larger then himself. The suction ceased immediately, his head flinging back in a loud cry. Even from the outside, a light shone from behind his belly like a fire ignited deep inside him. The light grew and grew and everything he swallowed up to this point began to rocket from his jaw. It was not enough, though. The force was so great that the monsters gut expanded out and out, until the creature bloated into a blimp. Deep inside, his insides were burned and broke by the force, sending the creature into vast pain. Water and air shot from his throat with enough force to split the earth and even Yggdrisil’s roots.
At last the bloating ceased and receded, all being released from Jormungandr’s jaw. Among it all, Thor came with it, being thrown into the sky until he nearly left the planet. He came back down, of course. He crashed back into the tree, coming to a stop after tumbling down the trunk and until he landed near the place of battle.
Jormungandr continued to vomit up everything, now mixed with his own blood. The sea turned crimson far as the eye could see. By the time it ended, he could no longer stay on his feet. Slowly the titan fell back into his own sea of blood with a deafening crash. Just barely alive, he laid still and would not move for at least three lifetimes.
Thor, just barely alive, made his way home. A battle that large was seen by all, and in turn he was made a hero. He was showered with glory and honor for defeating a creature thought untouchable. From this day forward, Thor and Jourmungandr became bitter enemies to the end.
Thus began the Saga of Thor…
To Be Continued…
So I decided to post it here and see how y'all take to it. MM posted his MM's World thing, so I figured I could post mine.
I am aware the wording can throw some off, but I hope its good otherwise. Please and thank you~
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To humans, history is mysterious. We can only guess what once was from what lay in the rocks if it was not written within a book or on a stone, and even then some things are never placed as a fact. Answers exist, of course…
In The Beginning…
There was the great primordial void. An era of darkness, fire and ice; when this planet was ruled by monsters of unbelievable size walked the earth, soared in the skies, and lurked in the deep. No man existed in this time of danger. No horses, no lions, wolves, whales, bears, boars, deer, ox or any creature of today could ever exist. This time in which none could even fathom was simply referred to as Ginnungagap: The Yawning Void.
None dare think of such a time when monsters ruled the world. All that is known for sure is that this world of monstrous beings came to an end, and to be forgotten. Its end, however, came as the result of a beginning.
One very dark day, Ginnungagap came to a violent end. From outside the realm came a flaming rock, lighting up the sky and spreading destruction in all direction. The world trembled and split, leaving a wall of fire to engulf most of the world and leaving everything in darkness for a great long time. Nearly all monsters that lived in the world ceased to be. All the demons, all the beasts of earth, sky and sea all disappeared and much of the world would die within a matter of days.
When the darkness clear, light came in, bringing a dying world from the brink of a grey and blue world. Few little was left, but it was enough; from the destruction would come a beginning. The object that struck the world brought with it a tiny, tiny seed no bigger than a grain of rice, which fluttered through the clouds until it came to rest in a patch of earth in the north, kept warm by the sun and quenched by a humble stream nearby.
See, it is believed that this existence has a balance, and what is chaos will always seek balance no matter what the size of everything was. Even greater than the world which mankind would take his step on, far past sun and the planets and all the way to the end of this universe. This is nature, and nature exists everywhere. One of the greatest is a tree of mythical status in which few believe even exist. It has many names through many sentences. However, under the name of the first race of men and the creatures of the old world, this tree was known as “Yggdrisil”; The Tree of The World.
These trees fluttered through the vast emptiness of the universe in a gamble to come in contact with a planet that possesses favorable conditions for its life. As long sunlight exists, water is present, and a molten core for the planet, this life form will begin to grow and eventually draw from the core itself as its roots reach for the hot center of the planet. In return, the tree will give in return a protection against other threats from the endless universe in the form of its properties. The byproduct of the tree will cause new forms of life to spring forth in many ways. Strength, size, intelligence; in a way, this is a life form that could in many ways be considered a deity of sorts in human standards. The older the tree, the stronger the results.
In the end, this tree will bring forth new monsters greater than the planet held before. If such creatures existed before, then they too will become even greater; so to the point that these creatures too may threaten the planet, like a cancer out of control. But, nature equalizes itself in the end in one form or another.
And so, this world, known as earth, gained a tree of its own. Despite all the odds of such an event coming to be, earth was now carried its symbiotic alien plant. Within a lifetime, the tree grew and with it new life and chaos ensued. However, since the disaster, the planet was out of balance. The new and massive life forms became too successful to quickly. What few and far between oasis still existed soon became under siege with little to no hope of survival. In the law of nature, the new monsters thinned out and the planet became near dead. In the wake of all that happened, organisms of this power and mass could not survive here. Not until this world healed and became well again. All but one giant species survived and followed their powerful instinct to sleep until better times came.
Dragons.
A number of years that could not be imagined at the time passed. Yggdrisil continued to grow, and grow it did, but as it grew in the far north, the cold suppressed its great power. Surviving life grew just as slow due to how little remain and the remote, cold wasteland the tree grew in. If not for Yggdrisil’s power, then the planet may have never grown into a new age of giants. Eventually the planet once again turned green, and life began to thrive again. Slowly monsters began to grow as life became more prone to appear in and around the tree. It was not long until this warm, lush world woke the surviving dragons once again.
Like before, the world came under the threat of the dragons plundering and burning the world. The resulting damages were immediate and devastating. After the dragons had spread to nearly all corners of the old world, they once again slipped into their caves and slumbered as the planet once again reached a time of great cold.
This time, the dragons would remain in such a deep sleep, that the world became more then habitable; the planet became a near perfect setting. Oceans flourished with life, forests stretched across nearly every inch of the earth, and the mountains flowed with much clean water, and with the surge of life, Yggdrisil’s roots reached farther then the eye could ever see.
During the depression of dragons, a new and more powerful age dawned. Two-hundred million years ago, the first of men rose to their feet and stood upright. The history of mankind began, just as humble as any other species to rise.
This is where our story really begins.
At least 700,000 years ago, the first race of men came to be. They were not like humans of today. They were noticeably different, but they were every bit as smart, despite the lack of evidence. Something between what we would call ape and true man, among other things. They spread across the world, while discovering their potential; weapons and fire, and sentience. Unavoidably, they also discovered the world had terrible monsters that towered over them so easily.
Instead of being afraid and cowering, the first race of men became pushed forward against the creatures. They attempted to fight, but were quickly crushed. Animals of the norm were nothing more than insects to such titanic beings. From this, mankind fell into three paths; the men who became in awe of the creatures as higher beings, those who feared them and groveled at their mercy and others who still chose to fight.
Three would eventually become two.
In the urge to conquer what threatened them, some of this early race approached the monsters in awe. Already dogs and a handful of other animals had been domesticated. The same idea came to mind; to create guards from great monsters. Thus came forth a powerful bond between two races, most unusual as it was serene.
From the Far East, a race of great apes existed. They were tall, and stood several times taller than the average man. Peaceful and calm, but powerful and potentially dangerous. When man encountered them, it was fear at first… then they saw how they were alike. Their faces, their bodies… And from this, they became one.
Already the miracles of metal working came to light, but still had much to go. The apes were taught how to use them, and given armor. Quite a sight, it was; seeing a massive creature such as this to wear primitive armor, horned helmets and a massive weapon. Of course this idea spread, and more attempts would be made. This idea thought became taboo to those who still feared giant creatures, causing wars to begin. To those in awe, however, many became liking to the idea in other ways. Instead of taming them as guards, some choose to worship them. One day, those who tamed and those you worshiped would become near one and the same.
Men covered the entire old world. Eventually, they moved north, following the massive roots of Yggdrisil until they at last, they lived with within the roots of the tree. The migration was long and hard, however. The deeper into the tree, the fiercer and more numerous the monsters were. Men could not fight, even with their ever growing intelligence and crude technology. They did, however, retain their bond to the monsters. Particularly, the massive apes who had traveled with them all this way.
Some would continue on, past the tree and down into the new world. Many stayed, and eventually such times were forgotten. A small resurgence of dragons came, and went, doing the damages for the third time in history. It was a brief time, but eventually yet another era of ice came in. The first race of men would thin and spread, and eventually give rise to many races that to the present day are nothing more than myth.
Elves are possibly the most famous. Every which way you go on the planet; you will find people who know of elves. Elves were as many envision them. They were beings of nature, realizing the balance of all and everything that is nature. If you met an elf today, you would very well get very well thought out conclusions to a lot of questions that would pertain to the ultimate question of “why”.
Many kinds of elves existed through history. Most classically well-known are the Dark Elves and Light Elves. The two kinds were diverged long ago over a simple matter of dealing with threats. It was said that the race started as one, but split into the two due to a decision to go to war and conquer the known world so all may be safe. Whether this is true or not is unclear.
Light Elves, or Ljosalfar at the time, were about as benevolent and kindred as possible and wished to avoid the tides of war if it can be avoided. Do not think otherwise, though. Light Elves can fight vicious and would have gone as far as genocide if they decided upon it.
Dokkaflr, or Dark Elves on the other hand was somewhat unpleasant folk. Out of all elves, the Dark Elf race was overall far more aggressive and less trusting in their surroundings. While Light Elves were somewhat reclusive at the sign of possible danger and calm, Dark Elves would have charged into battle and done some more drastic compared. Stronger, but far less numerous due to their defensive nature.
Both light and dark elves were by far the most common, and clashed on many occasion in the old ages. Elves as a whole stretched across all forms, including wood, mountain, meadow, ice, and many other titles. At the point in time, elves were far more numerous in species and number out of all the first race of men.
Two other decedents from men, and the result of men and ape assimilating into one another, are Trolls and Dwarves. Both hailed from the first members of The First Race of Men like all the others.
Trolls came in many forms, many sizes, and many dispositions. The result of men and ape, Trolls spread to what was known as Eurasia. Not a very bright race, they only needed the simplest of requirements. Not very picky eaters, they would devour just about anything, or anyone for that matter, knowing virtually no bad taste. Though Trolls could be neighborly in the best of times(being as polite as they can), many Trolls were brutish and beastly creatures for the most part and got along with no other race other than their own. Famously, Trolls turn to stone in the presence of sunlight. Save for a few exceptions known, Trolls were restricted to the darkness, leaving the dangers they pose to a minimum. Out of the entire First Race of Men, if Trolls can possibly be grouped into the title, they almost survived into the present; almost… The last several thousand years yielded their ultimate erase from the world, never to be seen again.
Dwarves were indeed human. Thought looking at one, you might not know it. Relatively short, covered in hair and vulgar, Dwarves were sometimes said as unpleasant as a Troll. Unlike Trolls, Dwarves were very smart and very polite, despite their somewhat rude language. They cursed; they laughed and joked about any topic you could throw at them despite any situation. Dwarves hardly ever went unhappy. Jolly folk, really. These short humans were highly skilled in metal working and machinery to such a point they had virtually cut themselves off from the rest of the world, delving ever deeper underground in search for metals and rocks. They carved massive architect into the very bedrock, hundreds of feet below the surface. Great halls dimly lit by the flames, and hordes of gold and treasure to make the greatest known kings of the history seem petty. Crude machines consisting of gears and levers echo in the depths of the earth even to this day. Out of all the weapons and warriors that came to be in the ancient times, Dwarves stood out as the most advanced and nearly unmatched.
A group all their own and seemingly came from the void of nothing itself were the Fey. Fey are what many folk go on to call Fairies. Fey is a somewhat ambiguous word, as it refers to many creatures from elves, to dwarves, to trolls, goblins, and other magical and unexpected beings. Do not be fooled, though. Fey are something all of their own. They had seemingly no real form, and everything about them was about as alien as other worldly beings.
Truth be told, they did not belong on earth. Fey were actually sentience beings from another plane, one that opens every few thousand years on earth and allows the crossing of the two words. Sometimes small, insignificant creatures come through. Other times, monsters from other worlds do.
Two kinds of fey exist: Lesser Fey and Major Fey.
In general, Lesser Fey have no set form. Lesser fey tend to be take small, humanoid-like forms with insect-like wings more or often, and retain an aura of what seems to be light. They are generally harmless and quite docile. They often leave their own offspring in the care of other beings in this world, for a Lesser Fey born in this world takes on the biology of creatures of this world. With each generation of fey, they become more like the creatures of this world until their other worldly power no longer exists. This is why Lesser Fey slowly fade away with each generation. It was this type of behavior that started the legends of Changelings.
Larger and far more powerful Major Fey are creatures of entirely different nature. In contrast of their lessen counterparts, they have somewhat set forms, but not entirely solid. They often resemble creatures of this world, but on a chimeric scale, and often change due to unspecified natures of this words laws of reality from emotions to silly, minor things such as speaking their name backward. Many resemble humanoids, standing upright, but obtaining features that resemble that of what one would expect from the biblical times of Jesus. Some thousand years before the present day, the link between planes opened, and released a menagerie of creatures that ended up spawning Christian and Catholic belief of heaven, hell, with their respective beliefs.
Yokai, creatures of the east, are nothing more than a collection of all creatures and none in particular. From Fey and Trolls to Elves and other various humanoid creatures, Yokai became cemented into eastern cultures.
As far as true men went, none existed. In a sense, they were troglodytes and may not be men now, but would eventually give rise to true humans. They were pathetically weak, but while so, this made them dismissible and adaptable. It was their meekness in a world of greater powers that gave them the edge and survive into the present. They still came in many forms, but were all and all similar to each other to be counted as one race.
Despite all the worlds smaller creatures, many larger beasts still existed. Many from the era of now, exposed to the trees mighty presence and turned into creatures of great and terrible power. The greatest though came from the bond of Men and their Guards: The Great Apes. The union of two becoming one led to a whole world of its own, all centered around the tree.
The Asgardians and Midgard…
Yggdrisil had aged for many a year. The bitter cold no longer yielded its growth. Roots stretched far into the earth, and across the planets face. Heat of the planet fed the tree, allowing it to grow properly now, and now the leaves stretched high into the sky, past the clouds and towered above all else in the world.
The bond of both men and great ape grew into a whole world, revolving around the tree. So powerful they were that the tree itself was and isolated from the outside world. When dragons again woke up, they found themselves unable to trespass and feared the entire world oh so alien to them. The fear was shared, as well. None ever traveled up the roots and to the world of Yggdrisil, believing the place to hold nothing less than utter doom and destruction. Many, dragons included, grew to fear this place.
In truth, it was a paradise to those who knew its wonders. Many races grew here, descending from men and other beasts. They knew little outside of the great tree, but this did no concern them. This world was all their own, and known as Midgard…
Among elves and dwarves that lived in and around the tree, there were many creatures that claimed long stretches of land as their own. No matter where any would go, there were massive fauna of immense size. Particularly a group consisting of four mighty stags who strode around the tree in unison, moving when necessary and cooperating to survive the beast of the tree that would surely devour them if left alone.
To the northeast was a land of cold; snow and ice cover nigh everything. A wasteland, only the strongest lived there. At most, creatures only passed through and never stayed. Many who attempted to go through, though, were lost forever. This territory was called by the name Nifleheim: the land of primordial ice, part of the ancient Ginnungagap left untouched. Nothing but Frost Jotun actually thrived here…
Muspelheim was a primordial land of fire, and the brother land to Nifleheim. Part of the ancient Ginnungagap as well, few creatures lived here too. Only Fire Jotun thrived here, among some other beasts. This land was only home to monsters that never should have seen the light of day…
Nestled between the land of ice and fire was the vast land of Jotunheimr. This was the land that men first came too and settled upon. Here is where the first of the Jotun appeared. Jotun were mighty creatures that resembled men and apes, but towered far above any other man. As time passed, Jotun descended into many races of their own. Fire Jotun, who dwelled near Muspelheim, the realm of primordial fire; Frost Jotun, remaining near the freezing land of Nifleheim: Rock Jotun who stayed in high mountains and resembled stone beings; and simple Giants. Another race grew into its own…
One side of the tree that made up Nifleheim, Muspelheim and Jotunheimr were lands belonging to a forgotten time, one none quite believed in and harboring such creatures. The other side of the tree on the other hand was home to everything else.
Near the tree was the land known as Vanaheimr. Decedents of the same ancestors as the Jotun, these were giant people as well. They were numerous and widespread, and lived peaceful lives under their leaders high in the tree. The race itself is a word that is long forgotten in race, but only remembered in place. These were the Asgardians, a powerful race of giant men not too different from our own. They farmed for roots and shots, and mighty animals they had come to domesticate. Proud as they were, they believed in the valor of battle and often fought each other simply for pleasure. Their wounds healed quickly, and very few would ever die from such sparring. If death did happen, then it was a time of celebration, for it was believed he went to the next world full of drink and feed and all he ever wanted. Vanaheimr was the largest land out of all that dwarfed Nifleheim, Muspelheim and Jotunheimr by just so much. It was won long ago by the Asgardians from Jotun and other beasts. This was a land of lush and pristine life, and Jotun, among other beasts, were expelled quickly if ever set foot onto this land.
Spread out between all of Midgard, many races of men from elves, to trolls, to ordinary lived. Many lived in Vanaheimr in safety, while others did not. Vanaheimr was the home for men and Asgardian alike. Occasionally a section would simply be known as Mannheimr, since humans did not like to live under the feet of giants and would live in sheltered roots where they could not be crushed.
Other places of the tree existed as well, beneath the lowest roots and high above in the branches.
Nair, a world of decay, darkness and exile, sat beneath the tree and was dimly illuminated by the sun from the sky. If none were desired, then they were sent here to live out the remainder of their lives. It would eventually come under control by an Asgardian by the name of Hel, who took an iron fist to controlling all of this underworld.
Above Nair was Svartalfar. Home to Dark Elves and Dwarves, the two worked in harmony very well. Dwarves knew how to make premium weaponry and armor, among their usual works of jewels and architect; the Dark Elves knew how to use them. Always an instigative race to begin with. Unlike dwarves elsewhere, this particular colony living in Svartalfar did not have a military and did not know war. The two races of elves and dwarves here became so strong that Dark Elves fought for them both.
Above was Alfheimr, land of Light Elves, among others. These elves came to know peace in between the rest of other lands. Up the tree and high above the rest of the world, war and danger was the last upon their minds. It was believed that elves that came here would find all they ever desired and achieve true understanding of all that is and all that will be.
Finally, within the trees branches and leaves, was the world of Asgard. This was the home of the highest ranking Asgardians and their kin, and few were given privilege of living here. All the rules and regulation of all the lands around Yggdrisil were created here, but the one who rose up among the others: Odin: Asgardian King. Long ago he challenged every threat of the tree for the thrill of battle and one, and he was made king by his own hand. Odin his kin and others who rule, they protect all that is their world at any cost and all who live within it.
With great respect and adoration from the lesser Asgardians and others, there was also great hatred. Long ago, Asgardians and Jotun battled fiercely for control over control of the world. Jotun are greedy and dimwitted beings who wanted the rule their way with no opposition. Asgardians felt otherwise, believing in a rule where all could live in peace.
A war began, one that was as terrible as the ancient monsters of Ginnungagap. Asgardians rose up with allies, and Jotun led their own forces of giants and other terrible creatures. Yggdrisil became the battleground of a war that lasted hundreds of years. Asgardians smashed and crushed their enemies with their mighty weapons forged by Dwarven knowledge, and this advantage won them the right to give the order. The snowy lands were stained with blood of both giants alike, and smaller creatures in between could only run in fear of being crushed by the towering behemoths. Some centuries later, Jotun were driven back into the primordial lands until at long last they gave up the war. Out of the two parties, Jotun suffered the most. They simply could match the weapons and powers of the Asgardians and had no way of creating their own. Outside of their own power, they were as vulnerable as prey.
Out of his mercy, Odin, now King of Asgardians, gave his foes, the Jotun, their own vast lands of Nifleheim, Muspelheim and all in between which became Jotunheim. They would live in peace, untouched by one another unless provoked. The Jotun abided, but not without extreme prejudice. Jotun still cross the roots to Vanahemr and terrorize lesser creatures such as man and elves. Other titans have not forgotten their defeat either. Many hold grudges and would love nothing more than to tear down Asgard and Vanahemr and plunder the entire tree for their own gain. Jotun felt oppressed, and would always. Right to the days of Ragnorok, they would hate the Asgardians with a great passion.
Ages would pass, and Yggdrisil no longer knew true war like before.
Outside Yggdrisil, dragons now ruled the world. They still distance from the roots and shy from the branches in their flight. Garuda birds had taken their territories in the old world elsewhere, warring with the dragons at every turn. Save for one, Nidhoggr, who came to the tree for refuge and isolation from the madness. Jotun as a race stayed at peace and on their own lands, sharing them with the terrible monsters that once allied with them. Dwarves continued with their metal and machines, and mankind has spread through the world.
Odin sired sons and daughters, and some of them had birthed their own. Among them were Loki, a half breed of Ice Jotun and Asgardian, who would go on to sire two children. One of an Asgardian, and the other of a wolf named Fenrir who cause great fear in Odin and many Asgardians with his vicious nature and appetite. Even attacking Odin, King of Asgardians, and ultimately punished by being chained beneath a great mountain.
One child destined to take his throne at the right time, Thor, now stood on the battle field with his allies and friends. Long ago, Thor had begun a feud with the greatest monster to ever live. Thor was always in the search for the greatest battles, and one day while young, he decided to challenge nothing less than the most feared monster to be known; a monster from the ancient world of Ginnungagap, large enough to encircle the world and latch onto the end of its tail. Venom dropped from tis teeth, and it could swallow the sky and sea. The mighty world serpent of Midgard, Jormungandr.
Jormungandr was a creature that cared not for war or anything in particular. When the war between Asgardian and Jotun occurred, Jormungandr stood on no side and instead lashed out at both forces warranted his ire. Upon the peace, Odin allowed the creature to lie wherever it decided. As luck would have it, Jormungandr rested most of its time between Jotun and Asgardian lands, deterring any major onslaught planned by either side. Part of the peace was the danger of this creature.
Then the day came Thor challenged Jormungandr. Young and arrogant, Thor fought with the ancient monster. Jormungandr rose from the sea to quickly silence the aggravation by swallowing it. Instead, the mighty jaws caught nothing but the tree root Thor stood on as he called him out. By his surprise, Jormungandr was knocked back and into the sea with one strike of the Asgardians hammer, Mjolnir.
Days would pass and the battle would continue with one barely harming the other. Several times, Thor would take his hammer and bring down hit after hit. Each time, the skin of the creature simple absorbed the blows. Even when he stood upon the monsters great head, every hit was virtually ignored.
Thor himself could hardly hide. Even when he climbed to Jormungandr’s back, Jormungandr still reached him. No place to run, and no place to hide. There was no safe place. At one point, he attempted to jump off. Instead, he found the massive claw of the serpent coming down to crush him. Nothing left to do but stand his ground, AND FIGHT! Like a crash of thunder, the massive palm crashed down and surely sent the Asgardian to oblivion. Instead, Jormungandr found his claw behind held up just barely but the insect, feeding his ever continuing anger. All of the beast’s weight was pressed down, and still Thor did not give way.
He could not push up, again, though. All of his muscle quaked and bulged out with all his might, but he could not lift the monster as it was. His fur crackled and sparked, calling upon the thunderous heavens. The clouds above gathered and lit with thunderous power. A flash of light and white fire shot from the sky and down upon the monsters hand and blasting a hole through and to the Asgardian beneath.
Jormungandr cried in defiance and pain as he lifted his claw. It had been truly an eternity since he felt such pain. The fact that it came from such an insect enraged him.
At long last, Thor gained the advantage. Calling upon the sky above, thunder reigned down, striking again and again. Jormungandr writhed and flailed, each movement rocking the earth and sending the sea into a powerful froth. With each strike of lightning, he became angrier. Each time he felt pain, the harder the lashed out at the tiny foe which attacked him.
Thor could keep evading, but his luck ran out. He was swatted like a fly in mid stride and found nearly every bone in his body shattered upon impact. The Asgardian fell to his knees, only barely able to hold himself in place. The storming stopped, and Jormungandr stared with satisfaction of downing the attacker.
Slowly, Thor pushed himself to his feet. His wounds already were healing, but everything hurt so much. Pulling his hammer to his hand, he stood defiant before Jormungandr, refusing to back down even now.
Rage seethed in Jormungandrs body. This was the time to end this.
The wind began howling ominously, collecting toward the creature. Had he summoned the will of the wind? No, he did not. His teeth parted ever subtly, continue to open. The farther they parted, the stronger the wind began to move. Jormungandr was not summon the wind… he was sucking it in, for Jormungandr was so vast and great that so much as expanding his gut pulled in the world.
This was a horror. Thor could feel the fear in him, and not just for himself. All around, the world began to abide by the great power before him. The clouds above began to lower, the sea began to rise and the wind howled so loud that no other noise could be heard. It was getting stronger, too. Nothing had frightened Thor more than right now. To him, the world was threatened. This long battle for glory now became the fight for the world. If he did not stop this now, all could end.
Thor held his weapon high and focused his thunderous abilities down his arm and into his hammer. No one but him could ever hope to lift it, and to all others it was as heavy as the world itself. Putting all his power into it made it even more so. A glow emitted from the metal, lighting up like a star.
By now the wind was so great that the oceans flowed up as a reverse waterfall and into the mouth of Jormungandr. The clouds formed a cyclone as they funneled into his throat, and still the wind flowed stronger than even the mightiest hurricane. It was as if the world itself was coming to an utter end here and now.
Doubts filled his mind. How could he stop this even now? Soon the power of the wind would lift him up and away. He would be devoured alive and all would be doomed. Something else was needed.
Throughout the fight, Thor had used one hand to wield his mighty weapon. Some time ago, he was told using two hands in a weapon was superiorly stronger than just one. So taking his other hand, he gripped the handle of Mjorlnir. Now only one thing was left to do. Taking a breath, Thor kicked from his perch as he felt his feet beginning to lift…
Catapulting thought the air and into the darkest of oblivion, Thor willingly walked into the lion’s den. Past the teeth, over the gums… lookout stomach, here IT comes.
Down in the darkness, Thor landed within the gut of the great. Pulling Mjorlin back, he held the hammer high above his head as he cried out in an empowering holler! When the hammer came down, the darkness became as bright as the sun.
Jormungandr’s entire body jolted and rocked as if he was struck by a creature even larger then himself. The suction ceased immediately, his head flinging back in a loud cry. Even from the outside, a light shone from behind his belly like a fire ignited deep inside him. The light grew and grew and everything he swallowed up to this point began to rocket from his jaw. It was not enough, though. The force was so great that the monsters gut expanded out and out, until the creature bloated into a blimp. Deep inside, his insides were burned and broke by the force, sending the creature into vast pain. Water and air shot from his throat with enough force to split the earth and even Yggdrisil’s roots.
At last the bloating ceased and receded, all being released from Jormungandr’s jaw. Among it all, Thor came with it, being thrown into the sky until he nearly left the planet. He came back down, of course. He crashed back into the tree, coming to a stop after tumbling down the trunk and until he landed near the place of battle.
Jormungandr continued to vomit up everything, now mixed with his own blood. The sea turned crimson far as the eye could see. By the time it ended, he could no longer stay on his feet. Slowly the titan fell back into his own sea of blood with a deafening crash. Just barely alive, he laid still and would not move for at least three lifetimes.
Thor, just barely alive, made his way home. A battle that large was seen by all, and in turn he was made a hero. He was showered with glory and honor for defeating a creature thought untouchable. From this day forward, Thor and Jourmungandr became bitter enemies to the end.
Thus began the Saga of Thor…
To Be Continued…