Ragnarok Summer
Against my better judgement, I'm posting the prologue of RAGNAROK SUMMER. I do this with some trepidation. It's one thing to write scripts for other artists to interpret and bring to life. Quite another to throw nothing but your own words out there. Yeah, I've written a hundred thousand bits of nonfiction, but it's just not the same when it comes to prose.
Anyways, hope you like it and find it sufficiently intriguing.
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Prologue: Virgrid Forgotten
Underneath the rocky soil of the Virgrid plain, the dead shuddered and were without rest. They fretted, lamenting the theft of that which they had died for.
The plain was an immovable patch of winter, stubborn and unmoved in the face of the endless summer which had ruled Asgard and the nine worlds for the last hundred years. A century of sunlight had not been enough to banish the frigid winds that blew over the field. The ice was meltless, this chill undiminished. The cold gripped the very air, a brittle echo of the Fembleveter which had grasped the land before Summer came. Nobody ever visited this place, Asgardians and misbegotten Jotun alike. Memory of the wounds inflicted was painful enough to drive away anyone who remembered this place.
(more after the jump)