There is more to this world then you know. There is so much that goes unseen. So many creatures. So many battles. So much death. From the moment we turn 15, they can sense us. They come for us. So many of us never have a first kiss, never marry, never have children. The very idea of having grandchildren is impossible.
There is only one place that is even slightly safe for us. That place is known as Staðr Húsgørð. Safe House. There, we are trained. Taught. Prepared. In the hope that some of us might live, for our parents, although distant, love us dearly. They know that we are born only to die. We are mortal. Nonetheless, they want us to live as long as possible.
My father searches often for a way that we might become worthy. He wants his children with him, for all eternity. The humans think so badly of my father, but I know him. He is a loving father, a proud brother, and a worthy son for his mother. True, they had their fights, but in the end, there are deeper bonds then mere blood.
If you're reading this letter, you're one of us. You're in danger. One of us will come for you, to bring you to Staðr Húsgørð. We're waiting for you. Stay alive.
Written by Ronin Lokidottir, on this seventh day of November of the year 2015.
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Basically, children of the Norse gods and goddesses, in a story similar to but not quite the same as the Percy Jackson books. Also, we can change the myths around somewhat, if we want to. Like what I've done with Loki; I've made him a bit of a better person. His relationship with Odin is strained at best, but his relationship with Thor and Frigga has been mended.
(More might come later, I'm not sure.)
So, what d'you think?
There is only one place that is even slightly safe for us. That place is known as Staðr Húsgørð. Safe House. There, we are trained. Taught. Prepared. In the hope that some of us might live, for our parents, although distant, love us dearly. They know that we are born only to die. We are mortal. Nonetheless, they want us to live as long as possible.
My father searches often for a way that we might become worthy. He wants his children with him, for all eternity. The humans think so badly of my father, but I know him. He is a loving father, a proud brother, and a worthy son for his mother. True, they had their fights, but in the end, there are deeper bonds then mere blood.
If you're reading this letter, you're one of us. You're in danger. One of us will come for you, to bring you to Staðr Húsgørð. We're waiting for you. Stay alive.
Written by Ronin Lokidottir, on this seventh day of November of the year 2015.
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Basically, children of the Norse gods and goddesses, in a story similar to but not quite the same as the Percy Jackson books. Also, we can change the myths around somewhat, if we want to. Like what I've done with Loki; I've made him a bit of a better person. His relationship with Odin is strained at best, but his relationship with Thor and Frigga has been mended.
(More might come later, I'm not sure.)
So, what d'you think?
