Odin' s Legion
Odin's Avenging Legion
Odin felt betrayed and tricked as never before ! He had allowed his great respect for King Sigtrygg of Varmland to cloud his judgement, something he had never done in the past. All- Father had decided to kill King Ogmund when he declared war on Varmland, but he saw that King Sigtrygg wanted very much to placate his old friend Ogmund and find a peaceful solution to their disagreements. So he waited and did nothing. And now..... now.... it was too late ! All Odin was left with was his anger and regrets !
Odin trembled with rage as he slowly rose up off of his high seat. His eye was focused on only one point in time and space. His eye widened in outrage as Ogmund plunged his knife into Sigtrygg' s groin, and when the Varmland king exhaled his last breath, Odin screamed out in pain with such force that every Asgardian stopped what they were doing, and looked up at Odin' s great hall which stood high up on the tallest mountain in Asgard.
By the sacred well of Urd Skuld stopped weaving the future, and looked up at the sky when she felt the ground beneath her feet shake, and heard the distant wail. Verdandi looked over at Skuld, and with a questioning look asked : " Why have you stopped weaving sister ? " Skuld continued to look up at the sky as she answered: " I did not think it possible ! " she cried out. Frightened, Verdandi ran over to her sister. " What is it !? " she asked nervously. Skuld glanced over at Verdandi with a look of shock upon her face. " My hand was stopped by the fury of a God, and I fear that my hands will be guided by his actions ! " she told her sister. Urd grabbed her sisters arm. " Guided by whom ? " Urd asked. Skuld looked over at Urd. " By Odin himself ! " she answered. Urd and Verdandi gasped in horror as they joined their sister in gazing up at the heavens.
Odin thrust the shaft of Gungnir hard against the floor of the great hall. Suddenly an immense power began to emanate from the blade of his mighty spear. As Odin chanted an ancient spell that only he knew, an elemental power that dated back to the beginning of the universe flowed out of Gungnir, much the way water spills over a waterfalls, and headed for Midgard. Frigga was terrified ! She had never seen such power, and slowly stepped away from her husband until she was stopped by the far wall behind the high seats. There she stood and watched in amazement as her husband called forth the power of creation itself !
King Ogmund walked out of the tent and was pleased to see his men celebrating their hard earned victory over the Varmland army. Eyvind strolled over to Ogmund, who was still holding the bloody knife that he killed King Sigtrygg with, and held out a goblet filled with ale to him. The king of Romerike did not bother to wipe the blood off of his knife before putting it back into his waistband. Ogmund took the large goblet and drained it in a single long drink. When he finished the ale the king threw the goblet on the ground, and turned to Eyvind. " Let the men celebrate tonight. For tomorrow we will march into Varmland and kill every single person who lives there ! " he shouted with a crazed laugh.
King Ogmund could not see beyond his anger, and could no longer listen to his own reasoning mind. If he had been able to control his anger, and focus on the events around him, he might have noticed the eyes of the dead Varmland warriors, who lay all over the camp begin to flutter, and possibly he would have heard the whispering wind as it ordered the dead to rise up and avenge their own deaths. But Ogmund was lost in his own crazed mind, and blinded by his own anger. So much so that he did not see King Sigtrygg slowly rise up off of the table he died on. Nor did he see the dead king reach down with a stiff arm and pick up his sword off of the ground where he had dropped it.
One by one the dead warriors began to awaken from their sleep of death, and stir with the help of Odin' s elemental power. Some were missing arms, and had their intestines hanging out of their bellies as they stood. while other Varmland warriors were missing a leg and had to crawl over to where their weapon lay on the ground. Several warriors had lost their heads and grasped around blindly for their weapons. All had the seed of revenge planted in their dead minds !
At first the Romerike warriors did not believe their eyes as the Varmland warriors began to awaken from their eternal sleep. When they finally came to the stark realization that this was actually happening they drew their weapons, and resumed the battle with the risen warriors. They quickly discovered that this battle would not be as easy as the previous one !
Eyvind turned and ducked out of the way just as a Varmland warrior swung his axe at him . " You bastard ! " he yelled as he drew his sword, and quickly struck at his attacker. The blade cleanly cut through the Varmlander's arm at the shoulder severing it from his body. The appendage fell to the ground like a piece of raw meat. Eyvind smiled in triumph and expected the warrior to fall. The Varmlander, however, slowly turned, and with dead eyes stared at the him. Eyvind moved back a step as he watched in horror as the dead warrior reached down and picked up his sword which was still gripped in his amputated hand.
King Ogmund drew his sword and thrust it into the stomach of the Varmland warrior nearest to him who was about to attack Eyvind . To his surprise the warrior did not cry out, or even wince in pain. The Varmlander did not even seem to notice the blade as it cut through his body, and he continued his attack upon Eyvind as if nothing had happened. King Ogmund, in a fit of anger, raised his sword to chop off the head of the warrior, but before he could complete the stroke, however, he felt a searing pain in his chest that took his breath away and made him drop his sword. As Ogmund felt himself being lifted off of the ground he looked down and saw the point of a sword sticking out of his chest. The king dangled helplessly there for a moment before he felt himself being thrown through the air. The Romerike king hit the ground hard and rolled over a few times before he came to rest up against a tree stump. Then Ogmund watched as the dead King Sigtrygg, without the slightest hint of emotion, walked over to him, and placed his sword point in between his eyes. The last sensation King Ogmund had was a searing pain as the sword slowly penetrated his head and made its way to the back of his skull.
The Romerike warriors fought a futile battle. No matter how many times they stabbed, slashed, or hacked at their opponents the result was always the same. The Varmland warriors remained upright, and fought relentlessly no matter how much damage was inflicted upon them. Decapitation did not even stop these soldiers of death. They continued to swing their weapons blindly until they hit something that was still living !
Near the end of the fight some of the Romerike warriors tried to flee, but it was a senseless act. They could not outrun warriors that no longer needed breath in their lungs, or tired of the chase. A few begged for their lives, but to no avail. Nothing in the nine worlds could stop these dead warriors from gaining the revenge that they so deserved. In a strange twist of fate, when the carnage was over, it was the dead who ruled the battlefield. They did not stand over the killing field for long however, for as the cleansing rays of Sunna began to rise over the north lands of Midgard, these dead soldiers fell one by one back into their silent eternal sleep.
The brightening of the Midgard skies also brought the scavengers to the battlefield. Drawn by the powerful odor of spilled blood and rotting flesh, they came by the thousands. Hawks, falcons, eagles and buzzards descended from the skies, while wolves, coyotes, bears, and fox scampered in from all directions to feast on the dead. Thousands of ravens came to the battlefield as well. They landed next to the Varmland warriors and covered their dead bodies. They, however, had been sent by Odin himself to protect the bodies of the honored dead so that they would not be desecrated until the Valkyries could take them on their winged horses to the sacred hall of Valhalla.
Frigga was beginning to walk back over to her high seat when the doors of the great hall suddenly flew open ! Vidar, Vali, and Thor ran into the hall and approached their father in stunned silence as they watched him channeling an immense power that none of them could ever have imagined existed. Odin, who was holding Gungnir tightly in his hands, did not acknowledge his sons, as they came near. Vidar and Vali bowed to their father and asked almost in unison : " What is wrong father ! ? " Thor did not bow, but added : " Tell us father, what has happened !? "
The power slowly stopped flowing out of Gungnir' s blades as Odin slowly turned away from Midgard, and looked at his faithful sons. In a voice that still held much anger Odin replied : " The battle is now over. Let the war begin ! "
- The End
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2015.
Coming in April : ' Odin' s Revenge ! '