Then he remembered staying out one night with one of his female friends comforting her in a serious time of need. He remembered telling her that everything would be all right but the day later he was crushed when he heard that she was brutally murdered. Also, since he knew so many people he constantly found his self in the middle of conflicts between friends as he stopped them from fighting! Unfortunately at times he wasn’t present to stop them, so those friends did hurt or kill each other! That’s when he suddenly began to change. No more trouble, no more violence. Ever since then he fought against negativity. While stopping robberies and people from fighting, as he also saved lives, as he continued to live his new one.

        Exhausted, currently he fights himself to roll to the right to checks his vibrating cell phone. “Text message says 23 now!” Instantly he jumped up started running snapping his fingers twice saying, “Hat!” As he continued running through his apartment his New York Yankee cap was on his head. He snapped once again saying, “Door lock!” The door closed, locking itself behind him. From the third floor he ran up to the fourth, then to the fifth and so on. He nonstop ran up the stairs until he reached the 23rd floor. All the way on top he pushed the safety latch granting him access to the roof. Once there, he searched the skies for the brightest star which was in the north. Once spotted, he ran full speed, with gravel and pebbles from the rooftop flying everywhere.

        Without fear nor hesitation, he dove off the side of the roof. Falling from the roof of the 23rd floor, finally he was caught of the 7th floor. “Drax, it took you long enough I could’ve been splattered all across the Lower East Side!” he said angrily to his friend.

        “I apologize young master but stop being so dramatic! I am still the fastest dragon in Midgard and Asgard and besides… look how high you were!” The dragon replied in a deep bellowing voice.

        Curious of what the emergency was he asked the dragon, “What’s cracking and where are we going?”

        The dragon replied, “We’ve got to get to the Bruckland Bridge on way to Asgard at once!”

        “Shit, what did I do now?” He thought to himself.

        “Nothing, but grave danger awaits thee here on Midgard!” Drax responded

        Loksta patted Drax on the back sarcastically asking, “Can you stop reading my thoughts? Thanks very much!”

        The trip from 12th street in Manhattan to the Brooklyn Bridge normally takes about 10 minutes in car but only took them a little less than a minute as they flew disappearing into a magical wall under the bridge. Straight from that portal, they entered one of the grand halls of Valhalla that most Asgardians never seen or entered though they lived there for eons. All of Valhalla was built to house all the great Gods as well as for the most dangerous prisoners of the realm. Some rooms had endless ceilings, great doors made for giants and everything was constructed mainly of gold and silver. Diamonds alongdide many other jewels decorated each room to signify Asgards everlasting riches. 

        With each visit, he saw something new. Remembering last time he walked passed one room in which the doors entry was about the length of a whole Manhattan block. Another time, he walked passed a room that had a magical water barrier containing endless oceans with sirens and mermaids. They co-existed with other marine creatures and inhabitants of the seas. The water stopped at its magical door that was holding all the water within from leaking into the great halls. That room was governed by one of the lower powered sea Gods.

        All of those memories were priceless but one room stood out more than any other. This room was marked with a golden shield with the letter “W” placed in its center. Every God, every being in Asgard knew even though this room was completely accessible, it was forbidden to enter because it belonged to Odin. The ruler of Asgard wouldn’t take kindly to any around his private possessions within his war room. Not even the war God Tyr was granted entry without Odin present. This room possessed not only every weapon known to man, but the Gods as well. It had every battle plan ever written. Plus, it housed antidotes to every poison or disease that ever existed. Colossal books with the knowledge of all magic’s and magical weapon along with they’re limitations and weaknesses. Even if its Achilles heel was as small as a pinhead, it was recorded. A grand display of armors, swords, bows and arrows, knives, daggers, staffs, wands, amulets, potions and Odin’s most prized weapon itself Gungnir, which was his magical spear that was said never to have missed its target. Further into this room the light was dim but from one little speck of light bouncing off of all the metals, it brightened and delivered enough light to see what the objects were.

        After passing there, they stopped in front of another door where they awkwardly stood waiting until Drax said, “We must now enter!” Following Drax instructions, he walked in and saw two pair of glowing eyes. They stood about as high as his shoulders but for some reason, they did not scare him. At this point he’s fully aware that nothing in Asgard was permitted to harm him. A vow from every living being was made to Odin similar to Baldur’s that nothing could harm him. The only main difference was that the mistletoe that ultimately kills Baldur was included.

        Both of his parents Odin and Frigg went about this agreement two different ways. Knowing the prophecy Frigg took time out, visiting everywhere peacefully for her son. Sometimes bearing gifts, she traveled until she was exhausted just to ensure her sons safety. One day thinking the mistletoe was so minor, she ventured home without making an agreement with it. Therefore, finding out she was only delaying the inevitable. Baldur was then murdered by an arrow with mistletoe on its head. The lands mourned for a long period of time because the God of light was gone. After seeing his wife go through everything with Baldur, Odin took the opposite approach. He decreed if anyone should hurt Loksta, they, their families along with all of their surroundings would be destroyed. He made it very clear that death will fall upon them instantly displaying them as examples of what would happen if any ever went against his supreme power.

        Back within the chamber, in the middle of the pair of eyes was an enormous statue of Odin. He was dresses in a dim golden robe with a hood that revealed a portion of his left eye that had a patch as he was standing with his hands behind his back. As the room grew light, the pairs of eyes came out from the shadows revealing themselves. It was his two wolves Geri & Freki. These two were loyal, accompanying him on all his journeys. He also had his two ravens Hugin and Munin which means thought and memory that were mounted on top of his shoulders.

        Drax stepped back saluting the statue then took 2 extra steps back as it grew color while came to life. It then began to communicate, greeting Drax and Loksta with his mind telepathy. Though no noise nor lip movements were detected, his words were loud and clear.

        With a very cocky attitude Loksta stepped forward asking, “So what’s good? With you summoning me here it must be serious! Who do you want me to pop off on?”

        “Silence!” was the first word that came out of the angered Gods mouth because of the unwanted sarcasm. “This is not a game or simple negativity of your Earth as robberies, murders, or things of that manner! These are forces that I myself may not be able! As I’ve watched you grow, protecting you all these year’s I’ve obtain a certain liking to you. One as of Thor, Boulder, or any of my other children! I desire no burial for you my child, our young Midgardian King. Preparation needs to be at hand for Ragnarok is near!”

        Loksta’s facial expression changed. He’s known of the legends and tales but what now? He questioned himself, how and why now? Was it really possible this could be really be happening now?

        “I to must go away on a long journey to prepare for what comments. My return will be as fast and swift as night’s air.” He turned to his left, speaking to his horse, “Come, we ride my steed!” With that said a gigantic white horse with eight legs appeared at the entrance of the room galloping in. It had the most magnificent golden armor ever seen on a steed. It also had matching golden hooves with a golden helmet with black lining and bright red rubies that formed out the letter 'O'.

        “But before this journey of mine I will give you but a portion of my powers to aid you in protection of yourself and your world for I won’t be there myself to do so. You will have help at times u least expect it!”

Drax looked surprised because Odin grabbed Loksta hugging him. Never known to be an affectionate God, to all who witnessed this abnormal behavior understood situations must be extremely bad. Still within his grasp, Odin uttered, “Within you is part of me!” As that was being said accompanied a glowing light that filled the room. 

        Rubbing his horses head Odin said, “Sleipnir never have I asked for you to go as quick as I need you to now. We must go, its time! Loksta, your world’s in danger already!” Mounting his horse he said “Come birds fly, come wolves run, we must hasten our travels!” He looked at Loksta then said, “Remember... they will come after thee in all shapes sizes and forms. They can be small, tall, pretty, or ugly. Don’t let appearances deceive you. The biggest can be the weakest whilst the smallest could be the mightiest! Thou shall not underestimate any. The rings that you now have on each hand shall further assist you. Your powers are great but you must master them! Most important, you must not let the power consume you. They will alert you when danger is near. You must stay alive til my return! Stay safe my son! It is written! Now go!” Lokstas eyes began to close then instantly, then he disappeared.

        When Loksta opened his eyes, he realized he was in his bed once again. It was 3:46 in the morning but he knew he had no time to waste. He as he passed back and fourth he paused in front of his mirror as he was packing. What caught his eye was a picture on top of his dresser. That picture was of him and his family when he was young. He began to remember many things. Now his life started to make sense, all that happened lead to what is about to happen. Everything that took place, each step-in time directed him to this point in time.

        For a moment he was stuck motionless looking at that picture. Then a tear came to his eye as he thought about his mother getting stabbed in the neck while she was pregnant with him by a group of females. How the son of one of the woman end up being his half-brother and that same brother saved his life by pulling him out of the water in North Carolina when he almost drowned. Of how one Halloween, he got hit by a car as he was playing with eggs, flipping and turning in the air landing unhurt without any bruises. How he stepped in front of an automatic weapon and pleaded for his cousin’s life. Even with the pleading, the gunman still tried to shoot but fortunately, the gun jammed.

        “Wow, even before I was birthed, they tried to assassinate me!” He said low then laughed as he slowly sat on the bed. Jumping right back up, he knew he had to leave before he put any of his love ones in danger. He continued to pack, leaving a letter that read, “I must leave now! I love everybody. Please make sure y’all stay safe! I’ll keep in contact!”

        He threw on his North Face book bag, but took it back off to double check to make sure his cell phone, tablet, chargers, and a couple of other things were in it. He began to walk but then asked, “Why did I put my phone in my bag?” After he took it back out he was ready to go but looked around knowing this was the end! He looked at the door and thought, “I never really was on my own but I have to leave before I get anyone hurt!” and then he left.

        Now waiting for the L train on 1st avenue and 14th st, Loksta stands patiently just thinking. “Ok, I’m away from my loved ones but where am I to go?” From afar he starts to see a dim yellow light shining off the rails. The tunnels gust of wind accompanied by a dim growing glow signified the train was on its way. Suddenly the music on his phone began skipping with its volume going in and out. Remembering Odin’s warning, he quickly lifted his hands to look at his rings. To his surprise, yes, they were glowing. Abruptly, he looked around in every direction trying to spot what danger was present which generated the rings to light up. As the train got closer, he scanned the platform that was occupied with about fifteen to twenty people to see if he could locate the rings caution.

        “Maybe it’s one of these people, they shouldn’t be much to handle!” He thought to himself. As the pulled into the station, through the dark tunnel Loksta saw a shiny object that emerged from one of the train cars. When he finally realized what it was, it was too late. It was some kind of weird sword. Loksta hollered to the people on the platform, “Watch outtttttttttttttt!” but it was indeed too late. One after another the people were cut. Blood was flying everywhere causing so many horrifying screams as some of the victims fell to the ground. others were in shock staring at the other half of their bodies shaking besides them. For a quick second, Loksta was paused in time as everything seemed to move in slow motion. Instead of stopping, the train kept moving passed the station. It was then when he had a vision of  everyone in the cars slaughtered. His thought was, “What in the hell is going on here?”

        The many thoughts that were in his head escalated after he heard voices and saw visions of the dead people on that train. As the train zoomed by, they jumped to the windows in the middle car, pressing their bloody hands against the glass. The roaring train was passing by, but everything was silent except for the voices pleading, “Loksta save us... please! Don’t let them keep our souls!” Slowly, the screams from the platform began to get louder. Then another voice crept into his head that shouted, “Move!” In the last possible second, Loksta listened. Diving out the way, a humongous blade swung over his head, only nipping the top of his hood. He dropped and rolled out of the way just in time.

        This was no ordinary sword that created all of this chaotic damage. This sword cut through the concrete columns, even its metal beams like a hot knife would through butter as the train kept moving. On the platform about eight people were murdered, most severely hurt and the rest cornered out of the blades reach. The train continued to move not stopping in this horrific station that was now overcome by blood and screams. These screams seemed as loud as the train itself. The lives, at least the ones that were spared were disorientated, holding body parts that was bleeding or completely severed from limb.

        Some throwing up last night’s dinner while others, threw up this morning’s breakfast. The scene was totally horrific. Trying to escape, some ran towards the exit at the opposite end of the platform. Suddenly the same blade cut through the door of the last car and two enormous hands emerged from within ripping the doors apart. A monstrous being jumped out from the train while it was still moving. It landed, breaking the tracks under, then looked through the crowd creating a sinister grin when he spotted Loksta.

        Immediately it began running towards his direction. Resembling a giant animal, it galloped on the tracks with hand and foot continuing to break the wood underneath with each gigantic stride. He was so enormous that with one leap as he ran, he was off the tracks and on top of the platform. Scared, people jumped down to the tracks to avoid him. Others stopped running in that direction, retreating back to where just moments ago they ran from. As the train on the opposite side passed, the monster appeared to be running as fast as it. As it got closer he started running on two legs only, ending its galloping. With its muscles flexing this behemoth charged with his sword out for Loksta. Poking out of his helmet were two glowing red eyes and fur-like hair dragging in the air as he cornered his prey.

        “Victory is mine!” he boasted. “I shall be known as Loksta slayer!” he hollered with his blade at hand. Lifting the sword up caused him to cut the ceiling above him. His sword moved so fast that it made a whistling sound. Cornered, Loksta had no possible chance to move anywhere nor evade the strike. 

        While cornered, thousands of thoughts ran through his head as finally… his life flashed before his eyes. He thought, “How would I be able to protect my loved ones if I’m dead?” As he balled up in a fetal position preparing for the final blow that would put an end to his life he heard the blades whistle.

Seconds went by and all he heard was absolute silence. Slowly he put his arms down from blocking his face. To his surprise he was still alive.   

        “No... dis cannot be!” yelled the furious monster as he stood in front of the broken pavement. Debris caused by his awesome weapon blanketed the area. He quickly dug inside of his cloth, pulling out a stone. He held his hand out causing the stone to began to glow. “Show me!” the creature demanded. A transmission was projected from it as clear as a high definition television playing a video backward then forward. It showed a long black cape-like figure. It wouldn’t be seen by the normal human eye but magic is a different story. It seemed to move as fast as lights speed. In the last moment possible, it plunged down and carried Loksta away of his would-be life ending blow.

        Currently standing above a confused Loksta was a short stubby man with an odd tomato sized nose. His ears were sticking out of his hat, shaking each time he nervously turned watching out for his new foe. He stuttered as he quickly tried to speak, “Loksta, hurry, hurry, hurry Loksta! Our magic he feels, smells and breathes. We must go, go, go we must, Loksta. I, me, my, I, I can’t carry, you, and I. Hurry, hurry he comes now!”

        As he spoke, a loud crashing noise was heard from far. It was followed by another, and then a third. Each noise was getting closer and closer. “You see now he’s come for you, for me, for us! He is really mad. Real mad he comes to destroy! He’s destroyed many already. Many, many, many gods! Young gods, gods old all dead by he! Yes, all dead by him! Him, he did! We go, we go now. We go that way now. Please, we goooo!” he pleaded with Loksta.

        As they were about to run, this monster broke through the wall causing blocks of cement and bricks to fly everywhere. The two stood nervously in front of this angry being that slowly leaned his head down as the dust and particles danced in the air as snowflakes would. Currently confronted by their pursuer, dwarfed, the little one raised his head all the way up to look his foe in his eyes. “Loksta go, he’s a god killer and your time is not yet! You have a long way to go! Now run Loksta, Loksta runnnnnnn!”

        When Loksta tried to run, he was blocked twice. Annoyed, the little one added, “Yes, though I am but a thin wall, it only may be me and my blood alone that you will taste at this time! You claim thy blade is starving, I will stay alive, and alive I’ll stay for now, so this younger God will live another night!”

Gracefully dropping his head, he said, “Let’s begin!” 

        The beast’s nostrils flared up with his eyebrows crunching. Putting his head up to the sky in misbelieve as the small out of shape God challenged him. Abruptly he shouted, “I kill peasants also!” then swung his damaging sword without warning. Oddly, to his surprise the miniature God swiftly dismissed his blow with his speed. Three more swings were followed, but they missed as well. This little stubby one swiftly bounced from side to side, over and under the monstrous being as it swung its sword furiously trying to hit him.

        Not only did the little one use his speed to maneuver, but also to buy time for Loksta to escape. With every possible chance he had he continuously attacked the beast striking him all around its body while still evading each and every blow. All that was seen was this same black cape which seemed like a grey mist all over the monster because of the speed it was moving in. He was moving so fast that at one point, it looked as rain drops bouncing from off the ground, one after the other. Though it seems as he was doing a great job, even he knew his defeat was inevitable. He knew his task was just to protect Loksta and give him enough time to escape even if it cost him his own life.

        “Loksta, you wait too long! Run now, goooooo!” he demanded as he turned to look for Loksta but before could say another word the beast shouted grabbed him.

        Angrily he shouted, “Now you die!” The distracted would seem hero was held by the neck. Suffocating, the he was lifted up in the air as he struggled to speak. 

        Even with his life at pearl he still uttered out, “Loksta, ru... run!” The heartless beast then raised him up even higher holding him with his right hand while positioning his sword with his left.

        “I love kill Gods!” it said then looked the old God face to face. His eyes were an evil cherry red color full of darkness. Even the suffering God sensed this beast was filled with mindless evil. That one moment lasted an eternity but wasn’t long enough because just then he thrust his sword forward. Witnessing this, at the same instant Loksta ran forward and screamed out “Noooooooo!” but the sword was pushed ahead anyway to end the life of his nuisance without a conscious, nor remorse.

        To the beast’s surprise, his blade couldnt pierce the small Gods clothes. He tried again, then again, but still nothing. Though his sword cut straight through metal with no problem, it could not penetrate this God’s cloth.

        “What madness is dis?” The monster hollered as he threw his prey on the floor placing one foot on his chest. He turned towards Lokstas direction, “Tis you I want anyway mortal scum!” He stepped on top of the fallen God as he walked towards Loksta. Unfortunately for him, with each step his legs began to become heavier and heavier. When he looked at the ground he saw he was sinking in an animate object. It looked like thick yellow paint mimicking the color of the tile on top of the platform. It was moving, crawling up his boots. He fiercely cut at it, but it regenerated just as fast. The more he struggled, the quicker it consumed his body. Soon, his awesome sword was also engulfed as well. This stuff inched up pulling him down deeper and deeper. “What kind of magic is this?” he nervously bellowed as it continued to crawl up his chest. It got to the point that he couldn’t struggle anymore. He was dragged down so low that all that was left besides his head was the top of his shoulders. Though he struggled, he was prevented from even turning. 

        Just then a little girl appeared. Her skin was very pale while she wore a little white shirt under her denim dress with suspenders. With a sweet calm voice, she said, “You, you are a bad monster! You will not hurt anyone else! The crimes you’ve committed will be answered!” 

        As she walked closer he screamed in fright, “What, what madness is this?” No longer was fear generated from his eyes, but it now consumed them. “Stop, stay away from me!” he begged the girl but just like he, she chose not to listen. As she continued to walk in his direction, she extended her hand out. With every step she took, all the damage created by that creature was fixed behind her. It seemed like with every step forward, time itself was reversing. Walking with her hand out, she extended her finger. Closer and closer she walked to him. Now they were the same height since he was pulled under. The closer she came, the louder his pleading and screams became.

        As she paused in front of him, he tried to push his head back petrified! Leaning forward, she touched him with her little white finger. Instantly when her finger made contact on his metal helmet, the screaming stopped. The second touch with her pinky caused his skin to become grey. instantly his skin hardened. within seconds it turned stone then began to crumble. In a burst of light, he disappeared. All that was left was his helmet as it danced on the floor until it stopped and disappeared into the ground as well.

        After that happened, the paint like object just fell back in place with one last big bounce before it calmed down settling as if it was never there. At this point, all the damage caused was fixed like nothing took place. The destruction, the blood and body parts were gone. Down to the last detail, even the gum on the floor and graffiti on the walls were once again there. This area that was just totaled was once again the same. Even the broken train tracks became as normal as several minutes before.

        The little girl then turned to Loksta with her little voice, “Listen Loksta, we are some, the few out of many that has gathered enough Asgardian power to assist you on your travels. It was forbidden for us to directly interfere in Midgardian events but we’ve watched very closely. Odin let us know what he needed as he assigned us to protect you. Before you knew yourself what was out there, we were here. From before your birth you were sought after. But now, it is different. For things along the course has changed. You have evils speaking your name clearly like they know you. Even some of we doubt your allegiance. I am born Asgardian as you have descended from us, from Loki. As you know Ragnarok was written a time before even great Odin came about. The scrolls, it contains writings of then, now, and our future. All of we followed the scrolls as rules and outlines that govern of our very being but things are not right. Baldur was assumed to be murdered because of Loki but it did not happen that way, thus causing damage to our time line. Instead, Loki saved him and left him at the beginning of our Rainbow Bridge Bifrost. It was then that our soldiers saw him and thought he was the cause of Baldur’s condition and immediately they captured him. It wasn’t easy for them to do it but they caught him off guard. But Loki is tricky. He managed to escape  his prison. Now he is anywhere with the top Asgardian hunters after him. We cannot let it be known that he’s innocent, nor that Baldur is alive. Only he, Odin, a few others and now you know this truth! We must find out who is behind this. Much has to be known! You are a different story Loksta. Since they can’t find him, they look your way. Now you have just about every being looking for you. The scrolls were somehow altered in time not directly, making the finger point towards you because you are the only two who can stop or make events of Ragnarok transpire. That is why you are sought after. Not many of us have enough power to assist you who can be trusted so we are few. Without Odin, our powers on Midgard is limited and they dwindle as they are used. Its very important that we use them wisely then right after we must hurry and return to Asgard as I now must do! We are here for you, if we do demand you to flee, it’s for you to do and for your protection. Some of us are stronger than others but we are all chosen to give our lives under command. (Pointing to the stubby God) He arrived here fastest because of his speed. He fulfilled his task, his duty in protecting you and stalling until I arrived!”

        With a sad face, Loksta put his head down. As she continued she said, “But fear not young warrior for he has not yet passed. Even with a spark, Asgard will rebuild his life and bring him back to full strength within the hour. I must go now, remember all that I have told you and never give up!” Then behind her a glimmering circle of light the size of a quarter appeared. As seconds went by, it grew to a size twice as big as the girl. It was a portal leading directly to Asgard. A cloud of air emerged from inside that went under the stubby one and slowly carried him away into the light. Then she turned and walked into the light as well.

INTRO       Chapter 2