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NORSE MYTHOLOGY
Ragnarok
It began with the Fimbulvetr, the great winter, three harsh winters that followed each other without end. Cruel frosts and bitter winds overtook the world. Everything was plunged into chaos. It ushered in an age of violence. Brother slew brother. Father slew son. The stench of death permeated the air, and rivers of blood ran through the streets.
The earth eventually began to quake. Trees were uprooted, and mountains crumbled. The two great wolves, Skoll and Hati, finally swallowed the sun and the moon. Then, the sky was set aflame and ripped in two. From the tear spilt an army of fire giants. In the destruction, the oceans began to churn, and waves crashed over the land. The longboat of the dead rose from the depths of the sea. It was captained by Loki, and its crew was an army of frost giants. Now that the land was engulfed in water, the Midgard Serpent slivered up from its lair to join the battle. Then, Fenrir broke free of his bonds to join his brother on the battlefield.
The gods gathered in their golden halls for one last time.
‘Our time is now,’ Odin yelled. He wore a glistening golden helmet and held his spear, Gungnir.
His armies roared and clanged their weapons together. Amongst the ranks were the Aesir, the Vanir, and scores of battle-scarred warriors from Valhalla. Vidar stood at the…
