A collection of short stories of Allfather Odin, his blood son the mighty Thor and their magnificent home of Asgard.
The tales, often in very cosmic settings, see the Asgardian gods in a constant struggle for existence against other great powers of the Multiverse both mystic and cosmic.
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I have long ben interested in norse mythology and also in the Thor comics and movies.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Some were already in existence in the mythology. – I came up with other characters during very long walks and also some sleepless nights.
The far distant future
Somewhere in our Universe
The long search for truth had finally brought the two humanoid types to a remote and cheerless world.
From their mountainous vantage point they looked out over the ancient battlefield. Strewn across it were the remnants of vast amounts of military hardware.
Urrle recognized some of the technology. It would have been state of the art for that time.
Amidst the battlescape two things stood out. A fallen warrior, almost perfectly preserved, and dressed in the light body armour of the Brell. And something else. Something that seemed to have no place in this battlescape. A small hammer with a head large in relation to its relatively short handle. The handle was wrapped in some resilient material and there was a thong of the same material at the base of the handle.
“Does either of them mean anything to you?” Urrle enquired of his companion.
The venerable ancient, Leandarr, the oldest living of all among the Tolden super power empire, thought for a moment. “The soldier is probably the last soldier of the Brell to have died in battle during the great war, but the hammer, I don’t know, something is tugging at my mind but I cannot say what it is. Though I feel that it is, or at the very least once was, an object of great importance.”
“Arcane energies abound here,” said Urrle “even I can sense them. You, you must be overwhelmed by them,” he added looking with concern at his friend.
“I recognize some of the residual mystical energies,” responded the old man fearfully “the energy signature of that which we never speak. As to the other energies, they appear to be associated with the hammer and I do not recognize them.” Yet even as he said this, the elder felt something again tugging at his mind. Something from long, long ago.
Urrle was thoughtful. How strange that that, of which they never speak, an entity which had not even been sighted for so long, could still evoke such fear even in the minds of the Tolden. Would they ever be entirely free of that fear?
“There is something more Urlle,” the Tolden elder’s voice was very soft, “perhaps you do not sense it? Residual elemental godpower. Gods of some kind were once in this place.
* * *
“Looks like it was a fair fight then,” quipped Urrle, almost changing the subject “one single Brell soldier against a well equipped technically advanced army.”
“Only if you also count the downed star fighters and the starship we saw on the way in,” said his friend, pulling up several over the horizon three dimensional images simultaneously. “I’d say he took them down as well.”
“Of course there’s the hammer,” said Urrle quietly and with a respect that he just knew was appropriate “we don’t know what part it played in the battle here. Like the Brell armour, the hammer seems totally undamaged, even in this fearsomely hostile environment,”
Both of the male humanoids knew that Brell body armour could survive civilizations yet perhaps the hammer could to.
“There may have been two separate battles here, at around the same time” speculated the Tolden elder, after a long and thoughtful silence. “That between the Brell soldier and the army he destroyed. Yet also, I think, something else, something of an even greater order of magnitude.” Urrle was silent for quite a while. The elder had never seen him so subdued.
“Whoever or whatever wielded that hammer at the time,” concluded the old man “fought in this place against that of which we do not speak.”
Urrle just nodded, knowing that the residual mystical energies and godpower could only lead to that conclusion. Urrle’s head started to hang a little lower out of respect.
* * *
Under the elder’s watchful gaze, Urrle moved first to touch the hammer and then to lift it. As a highly enhanced humanoid his own natural strength would enable him to lift huge machineries, even a Tolden star fighter. With the exo-skeleton implants in his light body armour this natural strength was multiplied many fold. Yet he was unable to budge the hammer even minutely. His Tolden companion smiled as if somehow, he was not at all surprised at Urrle’s lack of success.
Unaccustomed to failure on any level Urrle, military adviser and, at times, enforcer for the mighty Tolden gave up in frustration. His ancient companion ran a small instrument over the hammer. “I fear it will require far, far more than your strength to lift this hammer,” he smiled, almost apologetically. Intuitively the old man knew that no force, no matter how powerful, other than the rightful one, would ever be able to lift this ancient weapon.
Then the old man’s mind drifted to the past. To a time that he was still old enough to remember and to the events that had led to the answers that they still sought.
* * *
He remembered the Brell as they had been. A race that, for long millennia, traversed the stars and even the dimensions as easily as ordinary men might walk to a house in the next street. A benevolent, near omnipotent race, that took it upon themselves to make up for what they perceived as Gods failings.
But even God had enemies.
Those many enemies formed an unwieldy alliance. Brought together with a single purpose. By a dark, vast and manipulative intelligence that may not even have been native to our plain of existence. Intelligence possessed of inconceivable power in its own right.
Even the mighty Brell were surprised by the level of coordination between such disparate alien races, cultures and technologies. It became such that the attackers were everywhere at the same time, overloading even the Brell capacity to respond. An endless stream of starships of all shapes, sizes, and designs moved inexorably onwards and inwards to the very heart of the Brell Empire.
The once many friends of the Brell were conspicuous by their absence and lack of support. In one of the darker, if not darkest, times of our Multiverse it is to the eternal shame of us all that no one raised a hand in their defence.
With just one exception.
* * *
It is a matter of irrefutable historical record that the inevitable destruction of the Brell home worlds never took place. A power, unquestionably of the first order, intervened on behalf of this great race and saved it from destruction.
As the vast star fleets bore down upon the Brell home worlds a series of cosmic storms, the like of which have never been seen before or since, spread across their advance not merely stopping the advancing fleets but in fact annihilating them down to the very last star ship, troop transporter, and star fighter.
The old man, the Tolden elder, knew that the historical record was sketchy beyond this point. Still, it was generally thought that the saviours of the Brell then turned their attention to that dark entity that had sought the destruction f that super power empire. At that time some speculated it was a battle that moved on to a higher plane. A battle that, for all anyone knew, might still be in progress now. A forever war.
* * *
The Tolden elder’s mind snapped out of its reverie and back to the present moment. He looked among the heavens sensing the visitors even before they were detected by his and Urrle’s technologies.
Urrle looked up in silence and in awe.
Three very majestic human type physical forms descended planetward at almost leisurely pace. One resplendent upon a large many legged unknown animal form. Another in some form of chariot device conveyed by equally unknown but smaller animal forms. The third of the three entities simply levitated downward without any apparent means of transport.
The old man, the Tolden elder, knelt and cried. He knew that here now were the savours of the Brell. Coming, after all this time, to claim what was theirs.
“Lords,” he called out to them as he bowed even lower, as low as his venerable frame would allow him. The apparently eldest of the three majestic forms motioned for him to rise. While another of the entities, neither the eldest nor the youngest, raised his hand and the hammer artefact whose inertia had defied Urrle’s best efforts flew gently but enthusiastically in to that entities hands.
Urrle smiled and nodded respectfully. Here then was the owner, the true and rightful wielder of the hammer weapon. Urrle recognized in the hammer wielder a very great warrior.
* * *
All three of the imposingly regal entities looked on with respect at the long dead soldier of the Brell. At that moment the light armour of the Brell began to flow towards the youngest of the three entities enjoining with that entities own armour. The entity seemed untroubled as if such an occurrence had happened before.
Leandarr could sense the similarity of the three entities. That they might even be of the same blood.
All three smiled at the ancient and before they departed skyward the oldest of the three entities moved towards Leandarr and handed the Tolden an artefact. The scorched yet still recognizable remains of an ancient Talisman.
“What is it?” asked Urrle.
“It would have belonged to he of whom we never speak; never would he have been separated from it. There is only one conclusion that we can draw from this.”
The Tolden elder looked at his youthful companion. “I believe we have the answer to that which we have sought,” he said, almost lightly.
“Who, what, were those entities?” asked Urrle as they set about providing the Brell soldier with a decent burial.
“Gods,” responded his friend “gods from a place once known as, ___, as Asgard. “The histories,” Leandarr corrected himself “no, the legends, say they moved on to a higher plane of existence. All this, long before the great war.”
“If what you say is true,” said Urrle, “then they must have come back from that higher plane, come back to help the Brell, to help our Universe.”
“This would not surprise me,” offered Leandarr.
* * *
There was a long, yet not uncomfortable silence as Urrle and Leandarr both, were deep in their own thoughts.
“Why did they wait so long to retrieve the hammer weapon?” enquired Urrle.
“Who knows?” responded Leandarr, “Perhaps out of respect for the Brell, perhaps for what this place represents, perhaps even time itself may move differently where they are now.”
Urrle held Leandarr in his gaze. “The entity, the god who took the hammer, what did they call him?”
“He was known as Thor, Odinson, god of thunder. Legend has it that he was the greatest warrior that ever lived,” replied the old man. Urrle smiled. He didn’t really need Leandarr or the legends to tell him this. As a warrior himself he already knew.
“Thor, was the one wasn’t he?” asked Urrle “the one who defeated that of which we do not speak? Whether it was here in our Universe long ago, or on some higher plane of existence and much more recently?”
Leandarr nodded solemnly.
* * *
Urrle and Leandarr continued the burial of the Brell soldier in silence but both were smiling and at peace with themselves.
I have been writing speculative fiction for about 7 years and have published two novellas and six collections of short stories. These are all on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/davidkscholes
I have been a regular contributor to both the Antipodean SF and the Beam Me Up Pod cast sci-fi sites and have also been published on the Bewildering Stories, Farther Stars than These, and 365 Tomorrows sci-fi sites.
My 12 part Alien Hunter series for the then Golden Visions science fiction magazine ran for all of 2011/12. My “Trathh” story arc ran for 2012/13 on the Beam Me Up Pod Cast Site
I am currently working on another collection of speculative fiction short stories as yet unnamed. I am also currently writing a “Human Hunter” story arc for the Beam Me Up Pod Cast site
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