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The Norns

Thence come the maidens

Mighty in wisdom,

Three from the dwelling

Down ’neath the tree;

Urd is one named,

Verthandi the next,

On the wood they scored,

And Skuld the third.

Laws they made there,

And life allotted

To the sons of men,

And set their fates.

—The Norse Poetic Edda

The Prophecy

It is written that the kynkvísl, Norse descendants, will one day house the souls of the gods. True heroes who know their sad fate in the coming battles but fight nonetheless. Their time begins with the portents of Ragnarok. Three years of winter, roaring seas that lash the land and an all-consuming fire. The destruction of the world.

There is another prophecy, one never written and held secretly by the giants of Niflheim, the lowest region of the Norse underworld. The sisters of fate have the power to change the heroes’ destinies. Change the world’s destiny. But only if they survive to their nineteenth birthday.

The odds aren’t good according to this unwritten prophecy:

Born of two magical clans that share life’s spiral. Light of head, dark of eyes, the young warrior will herald the beginning of Ragnarok. His hand to the death of a norn.