Long, long ago in the land of Midgard, before anyone's grandparents or even their grandparents were born, there raged a great clash of the gods. Baldr, the God of War stronger than anyone, fought his brothers, family, and even friends for a selfish reason and the conflict lasted many days. At the end, there stood no more gods and thus was Midgard left to Beorc and Laguz.

-Summary of the Ragnarok Cycle, circa 776 C.E.

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Prologue: The boy and the girl

It was a cold winter's night on the northern border, snowing laying itself thick upon the land as cold winds blew from the west. The sun had set about an hour ago and the forest was eerily quiet. In fact, it was so quiet that the only sounds that could be heard were the elegant, graceful steps of a young girl walking her way through the newly fallen snow.

She couldn't have been a day over fifteen, her face far from taking the image of a woman and her bosom not even beginning to mature. Still, she was a catching girl with her long, silken gold hair and sharp, ruby-red eyes. The white cloak she wore was obviously of fine material as were her cerulean skirt and blouse. Her appearance was why it was all the more puzzling that she was in a dark forest by herself.

Her elegance made no sense in the place as wolves could be heard far off and civilization was at least a day away by horseback. It was only after she saw fire in the distance that it made any sense.

"Hey!" she called

Someone was definitely moving near the fire, feet shuffling about and tossing branches in. The girl came to the mouth of a cave with a pile of wood ablaze already. At its side was a slim, black-haired boy, perhaps even younger than the girl. He looked at her with a pair of dull-looking eyes before giving his attention to the fire again. She sighed at his aloofness and threw a heavy bag she had been carrying at his feet.

"Father thought your clothes would be getting worn out by now. Plus food is hard to get during the winter so Cain and the other Riders found some stuff for you."

"I don't remember ever asking for stuff from the old man." His voice was indeed young, being more akin to a girl's than a man's.

"Well, he has to do something for you since you won't live in the manor with us."

"I'm causin' him enough trouble already."

The girl gave him a sour look at he ruffled through the bag, trading his worn, undersized cloth shirt for a new one. In that brief window of time, the girl had already walked up to him and put her hand above his head. She gave a seemingly mocking grin.

"What is it?"

"You grow fast; I keep forgetting how hasty Beorc are to grow. In just a few years you'll be bigger than me."

"Yeah, so?"

"It'll be hard to act like I'm an elder to someone taller and older-looking."

The boy gave a disinterested grunt and removed whatever else he found of use in the bag before throwing it over to the girl. She let it fall at her feet, not even giving it a second glance

"There, you did what you came for, now get out."

"Don't give me that; you're on my family's lands so I can do what I want."

"It's not like I want to see you or anything." He turned his back again and threw some more wood into the fire.

"Oh please, you if you can't stand us so much then why don't you just leave? I'll tell you why: it's because you don't want to be alone."

"Shut up!"

The boy kicked a log from the pile of wood near the fire. It nearly hit the girl, but she sidestepped it before it could ruin her graceful countenance. The boy was still vehement.

"A freaking princess like you who's spent her entire goddamn life in a safe little bubble doesn't have the slightest clue of what kind of crap I've had to deal with!"

The boy was practically gaping for air, his breath a hot mist in the cold winter. He began walking away until he felt the girl right behind him, her cloak draping over him.

"You're not the only who's lonely, you know."

"I'm alone, but I'm not lonely. Besides, I've always been by myself."

"Please, people can't survive solitude. Besides, I'm here, right?"

"…You don't know anything about me."

"Father told me; you just think you can put up that stupid front and act like some adult when you're nowhere near manhood yet. Are you just afraid what you hate most will happen?"

The boy didn't reply, merely letting his breath steam out from between his lips. The girl sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I hear you raggedly sobbing in the mornings. I don't need anything else to see how much you hate it."

Again he didn't reply, paying no heed to the girl right next to his ear.

"Alright, how about we make a deal; from here on out, we're promised to each other."

"What doezzat mean?" the boy cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

"It means I won't ever let you be alone. And if what you hate happens…I'll take care of it."

"…Fine, suit yourself."

Unbeknownst to him, the girl was quite happy.