Drasil Pov : Weight of Nine Realms
Yggdrasil POV:
Where... What am I?
I see... Nine glowing orbs.
They're resting on my body... Branches... Forever away yet never truly separated...
They're so... Empty... And filled with chaos.
Where is everyone else?
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Two of the orbs touched each other. It wasn't my fault. They moved on their own.
I was worried. I thought my only source of light would vanish. But, it didn't. Instead it created something.
A really big thing. A giant. His name was Ymir.
He was big. Even bigger than me. But, I was still growing. Will I ever be that big someday? Hopefully. The bigger I get, the bigger the Nine Realms become.
Nine Realms? Yes, that's right. They were called the Nine Realms.
How do I know that?
The giant turned to me and I tried speaking.
"Hello?"
I didn't get an answer. I thought ne was just ignoring me as he began walking away.
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More Primordial beings - I think that's what they're called - began appearing.
I saw a giant woman and man mate to give birth to many gods, only for them to turn on their parents despite their love.
Ymir was also killed by the gods, used as substance to create more ground for the world.
I saw a giant eye of fire gazing at this world from across the stars, sending several metal things to this world.
I saw two siblings stirring the sea together, creating a land for their children.
I saw a giant, green glowing spider crashing in and killing the reptile life.
I saw a second crashing object, but this one brought life with it. Creating feathered snakes and large animals.
And I saw a third crashing object, this one being a pale star that brought destruction.
Through it all, I keep asking:
"Hello, can anyone hear me?"
Yet no answer came.
Why doesn't anyone talk to me?
Was it something I said?
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Humans are weird.
They're so weak yet they achieve such odd things. The gods seem to be cautious of them while thinking of them as lower beings at the same time.
I don't understand.
Where they scared that humanity is gonna move from them to rule the world on their own?
Is this not what the gods did to the Primordial Ones?
They're all children of the Nine Realms, why do they
not get along?
That was long ago, however.
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Powerful beings began to live on me.
A Falcon, a Hawk, Four Badgers, a Squirrel, and a large Snake.
The Snake was underground, eating away old roots. It didn't hurt, but it was a bit ticklish. But, I'm used to it, so I learned to ignore it.
They still can't hear my voice.
This was okay. I was alright. I have the Nine Realms to watch. I don't truly need to speak to someone.
I was okay.
I was... okay.
The lies got weaker with time.
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"Urgh, my head."
Something new was born. Something weird.
It bore no mystics, and seemed intelligent from the start.
It also seemed confused. Lost, even. It started exploring, learning.
And helping humans.
Why was it doing that? The other beings born from the world didn't truly care for humanity?
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"My name is Zack."
So his name is Zack?
That's an odd name for an Elemental. Seemed almost human. But all names have to come from somewhere.
He keeps on helping humans despite the fact he seemed lost himself. They're so desperate for his protection they can't see he's more rattled than they are.
He met with the golden King Gilgamesh and his clay friend Enkidu. They became friends, they talked, laughed, mourned, and defeated the bull together.
He even spoke to Tiamat.
If he heard her voice... can he hear mine?
No, that's stupid. No one before could do it.
I should stop having hope for speaking to someone.
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Zack left the Babylon texture.
He entered Greek texture without realising. He really is lost.
It's kind of funny.
He met with the Gorgon sisters. Goddesses born from humanity's desire for a "perfect idol".
They were cautious and in a bad mood. I don't blame them.
They have every right to reject the world and anything it offers them, but he still convinced them to let him stay.
He protected them and talked about how big the world is. Teaching them that the world is far larger than they believe.
I was happy for that. I enjoy when someone acknowledges how large the Nine Realms are.
Athena pulled a trick one day and caused Zack to strike back instead of keeping up his defence. Poseidon crashed in halfway through the fight.
Then, I felt it.
The world together, as a whole, actually synchronised in one heartbeat.
Then something even MORE impossible happened. A mark appeared on Zack's chest.
An Archtype. An actual candidate to be this Heavenly Body's Ultimate One. A possible reflection to this planet.
This never happened before. Not even when Ymir walked the Nine Realms.
... My hope, despite my bitter judgement, returned.
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Zack left the Greek Texture.
His job was finished and he made sure no one will bother the Gorgon sisters again. On his way out, he encountered the Hero Group, the Argonauts.
He was heading in this direction.
What was I supposed to do? Should I try speaking again? What if he doesn't hear me like everyone else? He was already in my forest, and sooner or later, he'll
find me either way. Gathering my courage, I spoke:
"Well, that depends on what your definition of logic is."
I didn't hold out any hope. He'll probably keep walking and-
"Um... Hello?"
... He... He heard me?
"Hello, Archtype Earth Zack."
He really heard me. I told him to keep walking, but that was just an excuse. I was panicking. This is the first time I met. The first person to truly speak to me.
How is he able to? Was it that moment where he synchronised with the whole Heavenly Body?
No, that doesn't matter.
Come on, Yggdrasil.
This is the first time you're speaking to someone who talks back, don't screw this up!
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I screwed up.
I cried.
I sounded arrogant instead of confident and came off as bratty. Zack spent some time trying to make me feel better.
But that wasn't necessary. I was already happy.
Now I know for a fact he can hear me. I don't care if it's just crying. He can hear me!
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Zack doesn't know anything about Norse texture.
That was good. I felt guilty that I was happy, I was using it as a reason to make him stay. I don't care though. I just want anything to talk another.
Soon, Zack met Svend, who was bent on having Zack being his master for being so strong.
Zack kept refusing for a whole human year until he finally caved in. He didn't speak to me AS much as we used to, but he still acknowledges I was there and asks for my advice.
I wanted to hurt that damn Squirrel for basically calling me fat. For a tree, size is pride.
But, as the years went by, I was feeling my end coming.
Hopefully, Zack never finds out.
I want to talk to him about lots of things. Small and big. Weird, funny, sad, and annoying.
Not that. Never that.
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Zack noticed. He asked and I answered.
He was angry. Rightfully so. He tried to talk me out of stopping him. He even went as far as to invade Asgard and meet Odin.
But, this is set in stone.
I've seen branches vanish from time because the age of gods remained. I will not let Zack make that mistake.
He kept trying to convince me to let him stop it.
I'm so happy.
I'm so happy that I could cry. No, I WILL cry if I have eyes.
Millions on millions of years of silence, and he was here desperately talking for MY life.
He wasn't around for ten percent of my age yet he feels like he's always been there.
I don't want to die. I don't want my voice to be silenced now that it finally reached someone.
But, it must be done, so...
"Can you please hold me?"
Zack gripped one of my branches from a safe distance as it all began.
Surtr was making his march. Giants were everywhere. Valkyries and God's were fighting left and right, and the Snake finally came out of hiding and began fighting Thor.
Through it all, through all the fire and pain, he was still holding me.
I was... dying... I don't want the last thing he heard from me to be
crying...
But how? How can I express my gratitude? For hearing a voice no one will remember? A voice only he heard? All I can say as light began vanishing around me was-
"Thank... you..."
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