When Magic Ruled The Worlds
When Surtr spotted a flash of light in the distance he barely flinched. Volcanoes constantly erupted here in Muspellheim and lightning always seemed to emanate from the great ash clouds that rose up into the sky out of the ruptured mountains. Moments later, however, when Skoll began to howl, as he sometimes did when he chased Sol through the heavens, the Fire Giant took a closer look at the flashes in the distance. What he saw this time made his eyes glow, and his lips rise up into a rare smile.
The sight of hundreds of dragons, which had seemingly come out of nowhere, caused the Fire Giant to do something that he seldom was required to do. He drew his sword from its scabbard and held it high, ready to defend his realm against these strange and unwelcomed visitors. And there, on top of the volcano, Surtr stood waiting to do battle with creatures he had only heard about in stories.
The dragons circled the Guardian of Muspellheim several times before the largest, most dominant female, dove on him with its mouth wide open, and a fire building in its belly. When the great winged beast was close enough it spewed forth an angry rage of fiery breath at the creature who dared to stand defiantly before it. When its flame died out the dragon turned and looked back at what it assumed would be flaming flesh burning down into cinders. What it saw instead, however, was the creature standing much as it had before.
Surtr hated to injure such a wonderful creature as this, but he felt he had to make an example of the dragon that attacked him for the others to see. With an energy equal to that of a God, the Fire Giant drew all the heat of Muspellheim into his great sword, and then directed this awesome fiery power at the dragon, which looked as if it were about to attack again.
In the time it takes to blink an eye the dragon exploded into a ball of flames. The female dragon roared, and managed to flap its wings once or twice, before it fell silent and dropped from the sky like a fiery comet to the lava below, where it quickly disappeared into the hot magma.
The other dragons, seeing their matron killed so easily, continued to circle cautiously around the Fire Giant, but at a much greater distance this time. This standoff lasted for quite some time, with neither the dragons, or the Fire Giant wishing to rekindle the battle. Finally, another large dominant female slowly glided down to where Surtr stood with its head held low in a submissive manner. Moments later it landed next to the Fire Giant and placed its head down on top of his boot. Surtr grinned as he placed his sword back into its iron scabbard. Then he gently reached down and patted the dragon on the head. From that moment forward fire dragons became the loyal pets of the Fire Giants.
Odin, Vili, and Ve' walked along a desolate shore in Midgard, the land that they had created from Ymir's remains. The brothers looked around and marveled at how beautiful this blue world had become over the many millennium since its creation. The skies were blue, the oceans a refreshing turquoise, and the land was covered in such lush greenery that it made the Triad of Gods smile with every breath they inhaled of Midgard's clean refreshing air. The only sadness that existed in this spectacular paradise was that it lacked a sentient being to prosper and multiply within its calm bountiful borders. All three thought long and hard on this subject as they enjoyed the warm sunshine, and the cool sea breeze which blew a refreshing spray of water on them as each new wave crashed upon the beach.
Then, as the Fates would have it, this Triad of Gods came upon two feeble trees which had somehow rooted themselves just beyond the beach line. Ash and Embla they named them. Odin gave life's breath to them, Vili gave thought, and Ve' gave them form, hair and a fairness of face that resembled that of the Gods. The Triad then clothed them, showed them how to hunt, fish, and cultivate the land for food, before sending them out on their own. And from that day forward these Midgardians flourished in good times and bad.
Vorstapp miscalculated greatly when he deceived his new friends and kept a sack full of dragon eggs for himself. Despite carefully keeping the eggs warm only a handful of the eggs hatched, and all of them turned out to be females. Thinking that his Trolls could somehow tame them, and train them to serve their every need, was also quite foolhardy. The dragons, once full grown, quickly turned on their masters, killing many of them and forcing the rest to take shelter under rocks.
Where the Trolls failed the new human Midgardians succeeded. The dragons, over time, and one by one, fell to the bravest of their warriors, and quickly became the basis for many stories relating to human heroes. The Trolls in turn feared these humans even more than the dragons, and soon took refuge under bridges, in tunnels, and in other man-made structures that hid them from the Midgardian's prying eyes. They too have faded into lore, as have the dragons of old.
- The End
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2019.