Chapter 8


    MAKE CONTACT WITH THE DEAD


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    In order to contact the dead, I had to find someone who possessed knowledge of black magic or necromancy. People like that are rare to find, not only that but most definitely would refuse to assist me, since I am a symbol of terror and death in all Midgard. But my mind came up with someone who could help!


    I remember hearing stories from Midgard folk, about a wise woman at the end of the world. Beyond it, to the east, rumored to be the realm of the dead, ruled over by Hel. It is said that this woman could give answers to anything to anyone as long as they would be able to reach her since she lives in a place unreachable for most.


    So, I traveled east and stopped when I reached the place which was supposed to be her home. But what I found was a grave, her grave.


    I stood staring at it for a few seconds and called at her! I wasn’t expecting a response, but a storm reeking of wicked magic began with its wind whipping my face. When the wind died a green fire started on top of the grave with a shadow reflection of her face in it.


    “It was a difficult journey, coming back from the land of death” she told me “I’ve been buried here for such a long time. Rain and snow have fallen on me. What do they call you, my summoner?”


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    I stood up and answered “For some I am the World Serpent, for my enemies I am Thor’s Bane, and for the few that get to meet me I am Jormungandr. I want you to deliver a message to your Queen, the Ruler of the dead, my sister Hel!”


    I got no response for a few seconds. So, I tried to repeat my sayings, but the woman’s voice interrupted me


    “Jormie?! It has been so long!”


    I remembered this voice! It was my mother’s voice! The wise woman’s grave was actually Angrbodas grave. My mother!


    I talked to her of all my experiences in Midgard, all this pain I had, the loneliness… She comforted me as much as she could. We hadn’t much time, so I tried to explain the situation considering my father’s torture, my brother’s imprisonment, as well as my nieces curse! Our family has been wronged by the Gods, for far too long, we had to do something! She agreed, she said she would discuss it with Hel, to unleash the dead against the gods and the whole world, starting Ragnarok, the end of gods! An alliance must be made between the Dead, the frost Giants and the Giant Sutr ruler of Muspelheim, the giant with the flaming sword. Not an easy task. But a plan was made, and we made a start.


    It was the first time seeing my mother after I had been taken away from home by the Aesir gods. She smiled at me ‘Oh, my sweet child. What have you been through… Don’t you worry now. Thanks to you we will end the gods together. You are the Child who started Ragnarok! Who will bring death to the Aesir!’


    Our time was up. We said our farewells as she was fading away from the shadow and returning back to Helheim. We would see each other in Ragnarok.