Post by kokusho on Feb 19, 2005 16:23:35 GMT 1
This story is about Norse gods, i did it for an english homework and i got my inspiration from the Thor comics my Marvel. Enjoy.
My name is Odin, I am the lord of Valhalla, King of Gods and what you are witnessing may well be the last few minutes of my life. The excruciating pain coming from the gaping hole in my chest and the 2 poisoned arrows in my shoulder are all the keep me alive. Over me stands a man, he has one big sword, and is about to plunge it through what is left of my heart. I can’t help thinking about my sons.
It was cold on that fateful night; the wind chilled me to the bone. There I stood in the mountains facing off against an Ice Giant with only my sword and shield, and there he stood forty-five feet tall with a club of equal proportions. But what I lacked in size I more than made up for in speed. I dropped my shield and waited for the Giant to swing at me with his club. When he did I was ready, I jumped and landed upon his club and let him take me upwards toward his neck. I Jumped from his club and drew my magically enhanced sword in mid-air. My sword hit the mark, his jugular vein, and I landed safely on his shoulder. Unluckily for me the geyser of blood spewing from his neck hadn’t affected him yet. I jumped from my perch on his shoulder and drove my sword into his chest to slow my descent, as I was about 10 feet from the ground I pushed off with my legs, flipped in mid-air, and landed safely on the ground. Almost as soon as my feet touched the floor I had to jump to avoid the huge club. I dodged a few swipes from the giant club before he started to sway he fell backwards and landed with an ear-splitting thud. I walked over the huge corpse to his lair and I heard the unmistakable wailing of a child. My heart sank when I saw the boy all alone. I decided to take him in as my own I named him Loki he looked the same age as my blood son Thor.
I see a man in the sky behind my assailant hurtling towards us, surely it can’t be who I think it is, no I am just hallucinating from the blood loss. More memories of my sons come to mind.
Thor and Loki are coming of age, I enlisted the aid of a dwarven smith to make a hammer which I imbued with magic the Hammer, named Mjolnor, is capable of transporting the owner to Midgard, the realm of mortals, and a lot more. The hammer I gave to Thor, I guess I always favoured him, although I tried not to. This made Loki very jealous of Thor and he left in what can only be described as a strop.
The figure standing over me is Loki, Gods Bane, my son. My vision comes back into focus and the figure I dismissed as imaginary is very real. He is Thor, the God of Thunder. A Titanic battle is beginning between my sons Thor channels his power through Mjolnor and calls down bolts of lightning from the sky, all to save yours truly. But he is too late. My name is Odin, I am the lord of Valhalla, King of Gods and I am about to d . . . .
My name is Odin, I am the lord of Valhalla, King of Gods and what you are witnessing may well be the last few minutes of my life. The excruciating pain coming from the gaping hole in my chest and the 2 poisoned arrows in my shoulder are all the keep me alive. Over me stands a man, he has one big sword, and is about to plunge it through what is left of my heart. I can’t help thinking about my sons.
It was cold on that fateful night; the wind chilled me to the bone. There I stood in the mountains facing off against an Ice Giant with only my sword and shield, and there he stood forty-five feet tall with a club of equal proportions. But what I lacked in size I more than made up for in speed. I dropped my shield and waited for the Giant to swing at me with his club. When he did I was ready, I jumped and landed upon his club and let him take me upwards toward his neck. I Jumped from his club and drew my magically enhanced sword in mid-air. My sword hit the mark, his jugular vein, and I landed safely on his shoulder. Unluckily for me the geyser of blood spewing from his neck hadn’t affected him yet. I jumped from my perch on his shoulder and drove my sword into his chest to slow my descent, as I was about 10 feet from the ground I pushed off with my legs, flipped in mid-air, and landed safely on the ground. Almost as soon as my feet touched the floor I had to jump to avoid the huge club. I dodged a few swipes from the giant club before he started to sway he fell backwards and landed with an ear-splitting thud. I walked over the huge corpse to his lair and I heard the unmistakable wailing of a child. My heart sank when I saw the boy all alone. I decided to take him in as my own I named him Loki he looked the same age as my blood son Thor.
I see a man in the sky behind my assailant hurtling towards us, surely it can’t be who I think it is, no I am just hallucinating from the blood loss. More memories of my sons come to mind.
Thor and Loki are coming of age, I enlisted the aid of a dwarven smith to make a hammer which I imbued with magic the Hammer, named Mjolnor, is capable of transporting the owner to Midgard, the realm of mortals, and a lot more. The hammer I gave to Thor, I guess I always favoured him, although I tried not to. This made Loki very jealous of Thor and he left in what can only be described as a strop.
The figure standing over me is Loki, Gods Bane, my son. My vision comes back into focus and the figure I dismissed as imaginary is very real. He is Thor, the God of Thunder. A Titanic battle is beginning between my sons Thor channels his power through Mjolnor and calls down bolts of lightning from the sky, all to save yours truly. But he is too late. My name is Odin, I am the lord of Valhalla, King of Gods and I am about to d . . . .
