Twilight of the Gods
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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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Evoking
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Evoking
On the battlements of Hogwarts, there stood a little crowd of wizards and witches, all of them
Order members or loyal to the Order. They stood in a circle around the fire. The night was calm, but very chilly, almost freezing despite the fact, that June just started. Remus swore he could smell snow in the air.
Minerva McGonagall, as the new leader of the Order, started evoking. She raised her hands in the air and faced north.
“Mighty God of midnight side, bringer of runes, father of dead warriors, please, come to our aid. Come with your loyal warriors. Help us to fight giants, werewolves and vampires. Help us destroy evil wizards. WOTAN, WOTAN, WOTAN!”
Night was still very calm. Only the lightest breeze started to blow.
“Remus, run away, before it’s too late. They would kill you too”, advised Hermione, who read a lot of mythology after her conversation with McGonagall last week. Remus didn’t wait, because the wind was stronger and stronger and his werewolf senses told him to run for his life.
The wind was now so strong, that it trained tree branches to the ground. Order members on the battlements with black cloaks sweeping around their bodies looked like some romantic heroes of the 19th century. They all could hear dogs barking and howling in the air. Hunter’s horns and horse’s hoofs sounded from distance.
Hermione suddenly saw a bunch of medieval knights on horses. They appeared from a mist several meters from the battlements and without any problems raided thin air and arrived near wizarding group. Their leader was an old grey man in a blue cloak and a wide hat. One of his eyes was covered with a black stripe. Despite his age (he looked something between 50 and 60) he radiated energy and menace. In his right hand, he held a spear. His horse was kind of unusual – it had eight legs. This is our God - Hermione thought - Odin, God of Wizardry. Night was suddenly still again and freezing even more.
Behind Odin there sat his son Thor – enormous red haired Viking warrior with chain mail, iron gauntlets and his wide known hammer in his hand. Another one, which Hermione recognized, was one-handed Tyr. The handsome winking and smiling youth must have been Frey and next to him amazingly beautiful and sexy woman was his sister Freya. Hermione was not able to name other members of The Wild Hunt. Sure there were other gods and their soldiers - women were called Valkyrias and men were Einherjars.
Odin spoke with a low and dignified voice: “So it already has begun. We all are ready. Son, I sense Ice Giants in this land. Surt walks Midgard. Loki escaped as well and gates of Helheim are open. Wizards, you all will be under my direct command. Now we have some time before the battle, so show us your halls and treat us with your best meat and mead.”
McGonagall fumed with anger, but she didn’t dare to resist to the highest but arrogant God of Vikings. So she led the way to the Great Hall. Viking group dismounted and their horses disappeared.
The Great Hall was evidently to their liking. While lower gods and fighters sat to student tables, highest gods aimed for teacher’s table. Odin took headmaster’s chair and Thor sat to his right side. Odin motioned for Order members to sit to his left and begun to talk to McGonagall:
“I know you wizards and witches are very proud people and you do not want to bend under outside commands, but our situation is very serious. We cannot afford chaos in the battle. I know you have been hardly in some battles, so I took the charge. You stood against group of petty wizards before, but once they made their alliance with all giants under Surt’ s command, they moved the conflict to the highest possible level. The giants already moved from Niffelheim to Midgard – it is your world and that is why the Fimbulwinter is coming. The giant wolf Fenri escaped his prison and this is another sign of the Final Battle. You know it as Twilight of the Gods. The prophecy says we will die and all the worlds end in ice and fire, but it is not necessary. We still can win. We need unexpected elements and that’s precisely why we made alliance with you. And others. Your magic could turn victory onto our side. Please, consider our situation and call as many wizards as possible.”
The Order members sat in silence, while all the others gathered in the hall and noisily enjoyed the feast. After several moments Alastor Moody nodded and said:
“I see no other option. We did not realize the seriousness of the war. You can count on us.”
“Thank you, wizard. And do not worry about those werewolves and vampires. They have no chance against us. Only the giants and other biggest monsters are a problem. I hope Midgardsormer would stay under water.”
A beautiful owl landed before McGonagall and held her leg with some parchment. Headmistress read the parchment and before she could voice her surprise, which was clearly visible on her face, she got another owl, this time a black one. After the reading she said to Odin:
“I think other your alliances made themselves known. To Beauxbatons came a group of Celtic deities, the mightiest of them are Lugh, Morrigan, Taranis and Manannan. And Durmstrang’ s headmaster reports Slavonic deities lead by Perun. They all want to gather tomorrow here in Hogwarts.
Evoking
On the battlements of Hogwarts, there stood a little crowd of wizards and witches, all of them
Order members or loyal to the Order. They stood in a circle around the fire. The night was calm, but very chilly, almost freezing despite the fact, that June just started. Remus swore he could smell snow in the air.
Minerva McGonagall, as the new leader of the Order, started evoking. She raised her hands in the air and faced north.
“Mighty God of midnight side, bringer of runes, father of dead warriors, please, come to our aid. Come with your loyal warriors. Help us to fight giants, werewolves and vampires. Help us destroy evil wizards. WOTAN, WOTAN, WOTAN!”
Night was still very calm. Only the lightest breeze started to blow.
“Remus, run away, before it’s too late. They would kill you too”, advised Hermione, who read a lot of mythology after her conversation with McGonagall last week. Remus didn’t wait, because the wind was stronger and stronger and his werewolf senses told him to run for his life.
The wind was now so strong, that it trained tree branches to the ground. Order members on the battlements with black cloaks sweeping around their bodies looked like some romantic heroes of the 19th century. They all could hear dogs barking and howling in the air. Hunter’s horns and horse’s hoofs sounded from distance.
Hermione suddenly saw a bunch of medieval knights on horses. They appeared from a mist several meters from the battlements and without any problems raided thin air and arrived near wizarding group. Their leader was an old grey man in a blue cloak and a wide hat. One of his eyes was covered with a black stripe. Despite his age (he looked something between 50 and 60) he radiated energy and menace. In his right hand, he held a spear. His horse was kind of unusual – it had eight legs. This is our God - Hermione thought - Odin, God of Wizardry. Night was suddenly still again and freezing even more.
Behind Odin there sat his son Thor – enormous red haired Viking warrior with chain mail, iron gauntlets and his wide known hammer in his hand. Another one, which Hermione recognized, was one-handed Tyr. The handsome winking and smiling youth must have been Frey and next to him amazingly beautiful and sexy woman was his sister Freya. Hermione was not able to name other members of The Wild Hunt. Sure there were other gods and their soldiers - women were called Valkyrias and men were Einherjars.
Odin spoke with a low and dignified voice: “So it already has begun. We all are ready. Son, I sense Ice Giants in this land. Surt walks Midgard. Loki escaped as well and gates of Helheim are open. Wizards, you all will be under my direct command. Now we have some time before the battle, so show us your halls and treat us with your best meat and mead.”
McGonagall fumed with anger, but she didn’t dare to resist to the highest but arrogant God of Vikings. So she led the way to the Great Hall. Viking group dismounted and their horses disappeared.
The Great Hall was evidently to their liking. While lower gods and fighters sat to student tables, highest gods aimed for teacher’s table. Odin took headmaster’s chair and Thor sat to his right side. Odin motioned for Order members to sit to his left and begun to talk to McGonagall:
“I know you wizards and witches are very proud people and you do not want to bend under outside commands, but our situation is very serious. We cannot afford chaos in the battle. I know you have been hardly in some battles, so I took the charge. You stood against group of petty wizards before, but once they made their alliance with all giants under Surt’ s command, they moved the conflict to the highest possible level. The giants already moved from Niffelheim to Midgard – it is your world and that is why the Fimbulwinter is coming. The giant wolf Fenri escaped his prison and this is another sign of the Final Battle. You know it as Twilight of the Gods. The prophecy says we will die and all the worlds end in ice and fire, but it is not necessary. We still can win. We need unexpected elements and that’s precisely why we made alliance with you. And others. Your magic could turn victory onto our side. Please, consider our situation and call as many wizards as possible.”
The Order members sat in silence, while all the others gathered in the hall and noisily enjoyed the feast. After several moments Alastor Moody nodded and said:
“I see no other option. We did not realize the seriousness of the war. You can count on us.”
“Thank you, wizard. And do not worry about those werewolves and vampires. They have no chance against us. Only the giants and other biggest monsters are a problem. I hope Midgardsormer would stay under water.”
A beautiful owl landed before McGonagall and held her leg with some parchment. Headmistress read the parchment and before she could voice her surprise, which was clearly visible on her face, she got another owl, this time a black one. After the reading she said to Odin:
“I think other your alliances made themselves known. To Beauxbatons came a group of Celtic deities, the mightiest of them are Lugh, Morrigan, Taranis and Manannan. And Durmstrang’ s headmaster reports Slavonic deities lead by Perun. They all want to gather tomorrow here in Hogwarts.