Tempest

There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. That is until last Tuesday when I got bored and decided to set those bad boys loose. Who am I? The name’s Tempest and this is the story of how I destroyed the world.

“Come little one, take my hand. That’s it I have a favor to ask of you.”

These words ran through my mind as I sat in my Throne, just like I did every Monday. No wait today was Tuesday? Ah what the hell, it doesn’t matter. It’s not like I have much to do anyway. Oh right, me. My name is Tempest, just tempest I am the great grandchild of the God Tyr, once known as the Norse God of war, and the grandchild of Freya, feared Valkyrie and beloved Goddess. My mother was Astrid Cole’s daughter, but she died before she technically gave birth to me, so I am as they say an odd ball. I am the fifth rider of the apocalypse. Not as famous as my siblings War, Death, Famine, or pestilence though.

Years have passed since the Goddess Freya and Athena pulled me out of the tree of life, I was just a lost spirit then. Just a small blue flame wondering aimlessly around the roots of the tree of life. My step siblings, the other children were being raised with the tree itself and were nearing adulthood, so sixteen? They would soon be let out to see the real world.

As for me I had long since hit that magic number, but I knew I would never physically look older than this. The throne I sat on was the main throne of the underworld, The Goddesses were trying all they could to regain the memories of the fallen Gods and build their Valhalla, so while they did that the “Favor” so to speak was to watch over this new Hell. which would be a combination of Helheim and the Greek underworld, joy.

Days in and days out I would judge the souls unfit for Valhalla, most I used as a foot stool or as servants, hey a girl has got to have servants. No, I was a boy today, wasn’t I? Eh, one benefit of living by myself was that I did not have to constantly explain the how and why I was fluid. Like hello, died before I was more than a tiny blob inside my mother. I only exist because the love they had for each other or some shit.

Then the day came when those Goddesses cast out my brothers and sisters. As they fell from grace, I grew furious. Those bitches want to play games then games we would play. In a storm of anger, I walked the length of Hell. I stormed past Cerberus and Fenrir to the gates of Tartarus and looked down with a school-girl giggle. “Well, hello beautiful,” I said to the dark shape circling under me. I reached down and lifted the massive gate, rewarded by whimpers from Fenrir and Cerberus. I stepped back as two massive claws reached up and pulled a scaly snot from the pit. She truly was beautiful, she was all black except for a small crest the color of the ocean giving her the name “Seacrest.”

“Go, and let the humans know fear.” She let out a great roar as she flew up past the cold-dead trees of Helheim and the screaming bodies of the Underworld and entered the world above.

Quietly, I followed Seacrest to the world above. My pets stayed behind to make sure the dead stayed in their respective areas and to eat any living should that decided to wonder down. I took a deep breath of fresh Midgard air. The realm was dealing with the black death, a parting gift from my siblings,now Seacrest and her offspring would burn this world.