This is a tale. A tale of villains and heroes, destiny and fate,
friendship and betrayal, gods and mortals. I warn you now, of the
horrors of this tale. For those weak of stomach and weak of mind,
turn back, do not listen, drink your ale but close your ears.
Those of you who keep your ears open to my tale I shall start at
the very beginning…
From the ever dark sky heavy drops of rain fell through the gaps between the tall buildings. Lights flashed high above, warning airships of their dominating presence. Though it was a miserable night, many people flocked on the pavements under the man made canopy. But within the Outwalls, people never seem to be in their own houses. It reminded them to much of how miserable they are and how they were poorer than the Inner City. Their clothes home made, often home spun. Thin cloaks, to keep out the cold, became soaked through as soon as they took three steps down the path in the gloomy weather. A figure passed silently through the downcast crowd, out-casted by their expensive cloak, that sparkled, but not with rain, which ran off the material and onto the ground. The black hood was pulled over their head, their face thrown into deep shadow even though harsh electric lights surrounded the pavements and spilt out of nearly every window. A dirty little pub nestled between dirty little houses and dim light spilt out onto the pavement as the door swung open and the sparkle cloak entered. The light was cut off as the door snapped shut. The figure in the sparkle cloak moved silently towards the bar and placed one tanned hand on the dusty surface.
"A mineral water please," The bar tender, whom was rolling a dirty cloth round a cracked mug, looked up and scowled at the newcomer withhis one good eye.
"Wa'er? Ya thinks me 'umble abode wou' do mineral wa'er?" He
chuckled and shook his balding head. Sharp purple eyes gazed
steadily at the man from the shadows of the
"Yes. In fact I know you ordered some last week from the springs
of the Heights of Bifrost. Must have been expensive. Water from
that close to the gods," The bartender stopped rubbing his mug as
the bar, which had been noisy, filled with bawdy voices, went
totally silent at the mention of Bifrost. The bartenders face
paled and he leant forward.
"Be silent fool," he hissed, "I be stolen from if ye spread tha'
info. I ain't mean' tae be as rich as tha'," A tall man stood up
from one of the gambling tables and stare towards the
"Ye say what? Ye never said ye could afford such a liquid. And ye
not be sharing it wiv yer patrons? Yer scoundrel Gabit, yer a
scoundrel," He pulled a dagger from his belt and advanced on the
"Mighty fine cloak yer got there. I thinks I'll take it afore I
take Gabit's water," A nasty grin spread across the mans face as
he advanced on the figure.
"Laddie, I dinnae think that be a good idea," The big man turned
to see who spoke to him. Standing by the door, rain dripping from
the huge bushy moustache and double axe on whence he leans on,
was a small man with fiery red hair and beetle black eyes. He
barely came up to the big mans waist. The thug grinned and placed
his hands on his waist.
"Ha, ye threatening me little man?"
"What if he is simpleton?" before the thug even got a chance to
turn around, a dazed look overcame his face and he pitched
forward straight onto his face. The cloaked figure stood behind
him, looking at the small man.
"I thought I told you to stay out of sight Hufrit? Now you will
have blown our cover," The small man folded his arms around his
axe handle and scowled.
"I gots bored watching these 'umans dragging thar feet back 'n'
forth to nowheres," The entire tavern watched the two strange
figures with awe. A gasp came from the bartender. Both figures
turned towards him, their piercing gaze making the man cower
behind the bar. He pointed to the small man.
"You be a Dwarf," The pub burst out into whispers and points. The
Dwarf known as Hufrit grinned from beneath his bushy
"I do laddie. An' you be a 'uman," A tut came from the figure in
the sparkling cloak.
"Great Hufrit, just great. Do you know how long it's been since
Dwarfs have mixed with humans? Or since humans have even seen a
Dwarf?" Hufrit frowned slightly as he thought about
"Well I thinks it be a longer time than I be alive lassie. Maybe
three 'undred years? Or four?" The figure shook their
"Six hundred years since a Dwarf has been seen within Midgard,"
"Tha's nearly as ol' as you ain't it lassie?" The woman beneath
the cloak sighed and shook her head again.
"No where near you rude being. I believe I am younger than you,
old man. My kind also age more gracefully so we don't sport those
huge bushy beards and all those wrinkles," Hufrit laughed out
"You be getting them when ye older. Anyways, aintcha hot under
tha' there hood? Migh' as well show yerself now we been rumbled,"
The bartender cowered behind his bar and looked at the hooded
woman with fearful eyes. She gazed round with sharp intelligent
purple eyes at the other occupants of the bar and her lips
stretched into a smile.
"It has been even longer that a human has seen one of my kind in
Midgard. Though we enter unobserved. And we use better weapons
"What do you mean 'better weapons'?" he stroked one of his axes
"We don't use blades anymore. We are far more advanced in
weaponry than these humans," She sighed, flicked back her hood
and shook her short purple hair loose. A red headband held it
back, behind the pointed ears, away from her angular beautiful
face. A short fringe stopped just above the flickering purple
eyes. The bartender gave out a small whimper as he ducked under
the bar all together. The Dwarf, who had stayed by the door,
stopped a few men from sneaking out by prodding them gentle with
the top of his axe. They grudgingly returned to their seats. The
woman looked around and smiled, opening her arms to
"My friends, you have witnessed for the first time in over five
hundred centuries a Dark Elf and a Dwarf travelling, together no
less, into Midgard. It is a shame you will not remember," With
that she raised her hand and uttered four runes, the language not
have been heard, let alone spoken, in Midgard since the gods
abandoned it, one thousand years ago. The people in the pub
gawped in amazement before their memory of the two figures erased
and they were forced into a deep sleep. Thumps echoed through the
still air as many fell from their chair. The Dark Elf peered
behind the bar to see the bartender flat out and snoring. She
chuckled as she pulled the hood over her ears again and picked
her was towards the Dwarf through the bodies on the floor. Hufrit
smiled and opened the door, letting the light flood onto the
pavement again and onto the bustling darkness of human shapes.
Some how he seemed to merge with the people, the Dark Elf exiting
swiftly behind him.
"You realise that there will be immediate investigations into
this? So called 'psychics' will be swarming over that place. The
government will realise that this was no human incident," Hufrit
snorted, seemingly invisible to the crushing crowd around
"So. Thar jus' going to feel the gods are back. Who's gonna
suspec' a Dwarf 'n' a Dark Elf?" The Elf shot him a side wards
glance and sighed.
"You're never going to acknowledge that this is a serious
mission. We have to return the orb back to that fat pillock on
the throne in Asgard. If we don't then the humans will come into
possession of it and the powers it holds," She turned sharply
into an alley way, followed by her small
"Yeah yeah, I know. 'Uman control o'er wa'er an' tha such,"
grumbled Hufrit. The Elf smiled fondly and sharply twisted
through a open fence way. The pair found themselves in a large
yard, cramped by the many cases and barrels of liquids for the
pub out front. Hufrit cast a suspicious look at the back
"Ye sure no idiot's gonna come out 'n' rumble us?" The Elf smiles
"Relax Hufrit; they will be out for a while. And I locked the
door after us," Hufrit grinned merrily.
"You be a crafty one Jonque, that be certain," Jonque smiled
smugly and began to move among the boxes.
"Enough flattery, help find the correct boxes. You should feel
the orb pulsing like a tide. Hurry now," Hufrit grumbled as he
moved in among the stacks, focusing his mind on any spark of
"If tha gods be loosin' this orb, shouldn' they be a searchin'
for it?" called Hufrit, with his head nearly submerged into a
half full barrel of what smelt like Dwarfish ale. He heard Jonque
"They have sent some one out here. They are just keeping a lower
profile than us," Her voice sounded different, almost fond, which
made Hufrit suspicious.
"An' who be this 'ere god a lookin'?"
"Never you mind. I found it by the way, but I can't get the box
open," Hufrit opened his mouth, but another, smoother, voice
"Elf let me do it. That's what I am here for," Hufrit stumbled
over to where Jonque's voice was and saw her standing with a tall
man, seemingly human, with untidy golden blonde hair and a young
charming face. In his hand he held the Orb of Aquilia, in the
other, a bottle of the crystal clear water from the Heights of
"Hallo Hufrit, how are you? Well no time to talk, got to go and
deliver this damn thing to the big man up in Asgard. Then I can
hang around Midgard some more. It's a great place," With that he
disappeared, leaving an imprint of his very white grin in the
"I dinnae like tha' god. He gives mae the shivers," Jonque sighed
"Don't be silly Hufrit, he's absolutely dreamy. I wouldn't mind
him as a Life Guardian. Every else likes him good enough," Hufrit
rolled his eyes.
"Us Dwarfs be immune tae his charms. We knows how tae see right
through 'im. He be a nice fella, right enough, bu' his constant
charm gets on our beards," Jonque sighed again then seemed to
snap out of it.
"Wait, he just took the orb, that means our mission is complete,"
Hufrit shook his head and hoisted his axe upon his
"Nay, we gots tae find out why some one want's it 'ere and also,
I be given a mission by me King. From tha gods. I sup'ose it be
okay tae tell ye," Jonque cocked her head to one
"I wasn't informed about this," Hufrit gave her a secretive
"Nay, tha gods seem tae trust us more than ye Dark Elves. Anyho.
We gots tae find tha reason that git god ye like so much be
spending so much time 'ere in Midgard," Jonque sighed and crossed
"I wish we get told about things like this. Just because the
Light Elves are all goody goody in Alfheim, doesn't mean us Dark
Elves from Svartalfheim are no where as good," Hufrit rolled his
"Yadda yadda yadda. I heard it all before lassie. An' I dinnae really care. So hush ye mouth and let us be goin'," Jonque pouted and pulled up her hood roughly before stalking into the night, a highly amused Hufrit following closely.