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The Unforgiving Tale of Asgard
a story by Carter J Miller
Chapter 1: Retrospect
One month ago, Brownstown, Indiana.
"So if your parents are golems and were born out of a volcano explosion,
how come they were able to call you their kid," Kylie bemused. Although
most people would look at me like I'm the stupidest thing since YOLO
became a thing had I told them my story, Kylie had always been intrigued
by the possibility of magic in a different realm since we first met in
kindergarten. Like myself, Kylie was also an outcast nerd and as a lover
of conspiracy theories and manga, her capability to suspend belief was
beyond even her four year old self. "Do golem parents get together
and...you know...?"
"Oh my god Kylie, no!" I let out a guffaw as a smacked her with a pillow.
Sometimes I felt guilty, like I'm holding her prisoner to my delirious
fantasies, fantasies that I know are very much real but that she will
never be able to confirm. But still, I loved having someone normal to
confide in and allow them to know everything about me. Without her, how
can I ever be myself? "Golems are born out of molten rock when it meets
with Asgardian rune stones. Demons expect the volcano to erupt, so they
purposely place the runes by the lava currents to create golems. Golems
were created to fight wars for the demons and do manual labor like farm
work, tending to house work, and on and on...
"My parents were a special unit of golems that were made to research new
magic to use in the war, and so their status was that above other golems
normally deemed as tools. However, I wasn't technically their child. I
was born a demon in the household that hosted my parent's laboratory. My
biological mother died due to complications in child birth and my
biological father...well, he died serving the war even before that. You
can say that my golem parents were my wards, taking care of the family
estate until I was old enough to take over."
I looked at Kylie for a second and I immediately put on a big smile as
she was staring off into the wall, probably trying to picture what a
golem looked like. She has always loves a chance to hear more about my
previous life, even if my memory of that era was only for such a short
period of time. I was only two years old when we crossed, but the memory
of a demon does not easily fade. My original parents died like many
other demons' parents died, and the sharp memories of our past no matter
how early served as a means to keep our bloodlust fresh. The thirst for
revenge and war can never begin too early, and considering Asgard was in
a never-ending state of war anyway, it served a convenient purpose that
everyone had the same scars: the loss of loved ones, and the loss of
what it is to feel, dare I say it...human. It ensured that everyone was
always willing to keep fighting and defend their country.
Kylie was staying at my house for the night, as she always did every
weekend. Usually we watch anime together and talk about how much we hate
Annie Piersson and her entourage of bitches that walk around with her at
school. Either that, or we busily devise some new practical prank to
cheese my brother when he gets home from football practice. But not
tonight - tonight Allie was unusually more curious about my previous life
than usual. Although I always liked to think she believed my stories,
sometimes I felt a little insecure about our friendship. Maybe she
thinks my stories are pure theater, a means to pass the time like talking
about the latest anime in the season. Maybe I'm just a source of
entertainment to her, but as I continue recounting my past at every
opportunity she allows me, I wonder how fascinated is she really? How
long can I keep her interested for her to remain my friend? Because
other than the fact that my previous life is great fantasy fodder for
others, I only have one story, all of it based on the two years of my
life that I can remember and the rest based on bits and pieces mom and
dad tell me every once in a while. If she ever decided that she didn't
believe in magic, would she cease to be my friend? Sure we have similar
interests, but what is to stop her from finding better things to do than
kill time with me?
We were both laying on my bed facing the ceiling, our hair almost an
intertwined, tangled mess on the sheets. She turned to look at me ready
to make some quip about my story I'm sure, but she held back. Instead,
her eyes diverted back to the ceiling as I silently wondered what could
possibly be going on in her head. She's pretty, Kylie is...in fact, she
has often been asked out to dances and homecomings but always refused,
choosing instead to come to my house and spend those nights watching
anime with me. She never told me why, but I knew that she didn't want me
to feel lonely. Where I was a humanoid walrus wibble-wobbling its way
around life, she was graceful and athletically fit. I always wondered
why she didn't try out for the cheerleader team. Even her straight,
coal-black hair perfectly-trimmed just right below her shoulders made her
look like a French model...I mean, she was everything I was not. But even
then, she still chose to remain by my side after all of these years. And
I'm thankful for that.
"God, Kylie. I wish you could have seen Asgard. It was war-torn, of
course, but the world itself was enchanting. Unlike Earth, Asgard looked
like the core of an apple, most of it chewed away with even the bottom
end gone and only the top part remaining. Almost like an umbrella-shaped
world, where the empty space under the umbrella housed many moons and
meteors that orbited around the core. I know this because we lived on
the single moon orbiting the top umbrella part of the realm. The moon
was host to the biggest interplanetary gate in Asgard, which allowed
swift travel in between the several moons and Asgard itself. It was our
country's prized possession, as it was decorated in millions of jewels
and gems around the rims of the portal gate. The actual portal itself
was a swirl of light blue pixies, almost like stars in a galaxy but
instead of the swirl most common in galaxies, it took the shape of a
face. The face had no mouth, but it donned three eyes. I never
understood the meaning behind the face, only the meaning behind the gate
itself. Anyone who entered the portal would immediately be surrounded by
these pixies and consumed by a loud imposing ring in their ears, only to
disappear in a sudden bloom of light and spectacle. It was always fun to
watch other demons enter the gate to travel Asgard, but the portal was
also the reason the war ended up at our heels. The reason why my parents
chose to use magic to turn themselves into humans and escape with me to
Earth..."
It was quiet for a while as we both laid there on the bed, pondering
about how little and meaningless we all were in the grand scheme of the
universe. She turned to look at me again, this time with a stern,
pleading look. "Allie, I want to see Asgard for myself." She looked at
me a little while longer waiting for a reply as I uneasily stirred on the
bed, trying to come up with an answer. "Look, I know you've told me that
you can't go back before but...I need to be in Asgard. I want to escape
my reality, our current reality. If magic is real, if magic can do
anything, Allie...I want it. I need it." She looked fired up and
serious...I do not remember the last time I saw Kylie like this.
"Listen, Kylie I've told you,-" Just when I was ready to reply with my
usual explanation about the interrealm gate being sealed shut since we
first made it into Earth, Luke bangs on my door, signaling that he is
home from practice.
"Hey fatass, Dad says it's time for dinner. He brought Chinese. Again."
"Fuck off, asshole! We're coming!" I yelled back.
I looked back at Kylie expecting her to continue the conversation we were
having but instead she gestured toward the door. "Hey, no worries. I got
a little caught up with myself. Let's go eat, yeah? Oh dude, I brought
the English dub of Tokyo Ghoul we can watch later! Look, I know you
don't like dubs but I personally am a fan of Austin Tindle's voice work
AND he's pretty damn fine, so you can go fuck yourself."
I laughed. "Okay deal, let's go eat."
---
Mom was sitting at the end of the six-seater table as we all made our way
around to choose our seats. Allie and I sat on the one side that allowed
us to sit together while Luke sat alone on the other. All of us were
probably frothing at our mouths waiting for Dad to start serving the
grub. By the way, I may have exaggerated Mom's ignorance of human speech
in a previous journal entry but she's actually alright. Her ignorance
mostly comes at us when we least expect it in the form of stupid
questions. Like at this moment, as we all sat around in silence, she
asks. "Hey Allie, you're getting a little bigger. Why is that?"
I turned red as Luke started laughing his ass off, salting the wound
deeper by pointing his finger my way. Kylie just laughed politely and
shook her head when I looked to her for help. Mom doesn't
particularly...mean it, of course. Her question comes from a golem's
perspective: how does a human gain weight so quickly when golems do not,
and demons only ever do when they're rich and all they do is eat - a
luxury most demons do not have. I wasn't always fat. In fact, when all
three of us became human, we mimicked an existing Earth family's
features, only changing a few eye and hair colors, and maybe a few other
things to make sure we weren't mistaken for the same people. My mimic
was of a two year old human girl named Sam from England, and of course
she was of average toddler weight and size. My weight today is my own
fault, and has gotten aggressively worse over the past month because oh
my god do I love Chinese food. Somehow I managed to convince Dad to
bring it to dinner for three straight weeks and despite him being a
golem-turned human technological business genius prodigy, he knows squat
shit about human nutrition. I could also give two ass farts about it,
either, because that chow-mein is just too good.
"I don't know Mom, but I have reason to believe that Luke has been
poisoning my food so that I gain weight faster than all of you," I said
sarcastically, trying to steer Mom's glaring limelight of fantastical
questions over Luke's way. I just wanted my goddamn chow-mein, not an
interrogation about my lifestyle choices.
"Luke," Mom asked incredulously, "show me your trick. I am curious to
see if I may reproduce your results over to my own body. Her appearance
with that much weight on her, it amuses me. It's almost comical, I dare
say," she asks as she turns to me with a slight smile and nod. I had no
response except to stare at her with a straight face.
Luke hates it when she starts asking dumb questions in front of guests
even if they happen to insult me, not because he hates answering them,
because it only makes the case that the Freyrs are just a nutcase circus
family with lots of money. He wants to be the exception to the rule but
he can't escape the reality that he is a part of it, too. "Wha-no...no Mom,
she's just screwing with you. She's just fat because she eats this
greasy shit every night, I mean jesus. In a couple of months you'll be
asking her why she has a bed with wheels to move around. I'll give you a
preview to the answer: because she's fat, and she'll keep getting fatter
if you keep feeding her that crap."
I didn't let Mom respond because I knew she didn't completely understand.
"Look asshole, I may be fat, but at least my face doesn't look like the
receiving end of some pimp beating on his hoe every other night. I'm
actually smart enough to stay away from trouble." I was referring to
Luke's black eye and a couple of bruises on his cheeks.
Kylie, who was probably waiting for the perfect moment to talk about his
injuries, finally spoke up. "You fought with them again, didn't you?"
She had a crush on Luke, so her concern over his constant fist fights was
always ready to spring into action when he came home hurt. "You know,
with the other team? Did you lose again?"
Luke just sat there, not wanting to talk about it. He avoided her gaze
for as long as he could, trying to contain his anger. Losing was his
sore spot, and any mention of it by anyone and he is likely to curse like
a sailor. He took one look around the dining room and took a deep breath
before conceding, his silver-blue eyes almost looking apologetically into
hers. "Yeah, we lost. That punk bitch from the other team completely
disrespected me after they won. The jackass thought he could get away
with calling us Shit-Brownstown losers, so I went at him. We argued for
a little bit before I landed the first punch, but he had his whole crew
to back him up. My team didn't fight with me, they just split us up and
coach even scolded me for letting emotion take over." Kylie showed her
complete undivided attention as she shook her head in disgust, mouth
agape. God, sometimes I feel like she exaggerates, but I guess that's
what it means to have a crush, right? I think my brother likes her too,
but I don't think either of them have made a move. Despite his
popularity, he has only had one weird relationship earlier this year that
he refuses to talk to me about. Right now, just as the moment felt ripe
for further lovey-dovey exchanges of concern over each other, Luke killed
it. "I mean look, forget it, okay? Let's just eat. Where the hell is
Dad? Dad!"
There was no immediate response coming from the kitchen where Dad was at,
making us all wonder if he heard Luke. Not too long after though, we
started to hear some quick shuffling, and the double doors dividing the
kitchen and the dining room were split open by a kick.
Dad rushed in, arms full of utensils and Chinese food takeout bags as
Kylie and I got up to help him set it down on the table. "I am so, so
sorry, kids," he apologized. "I got my hands tied up trying to close the
kitchen window. I told you guys before, don't open it - this house is
old, and any moving parts are bound to get stuck or break eventually. We
need to take care of it while we fix it up, and that means no opening of
windows or, especially you Luke, using the door frames for pull-ups.
Understood, kids?"
We all nodded our heads in unison, but I doubt any of us cared too much
as we mowed down our food. Everyone always ordered healthier food, like
salads or steamed rice and veggies. Dad and I were always the outliers
and ate a bunch of chow-mein and salted pepper shrimp, but of course he
didn't get fat. For one, he was fairly tall and two, he always went out
for a run every morning. I wish someone would join me on my lonely
corner of obesity but man, I just can't give up chow-mein. My brother
can't eat it due to childhood trauma. When he was four years old, Mom
and Dad took us all fishing and bought Chinese to eat out at the park.
Back then, they weren't very well acquainted with Earth wildlife and
recreational activities, so they often took small trips like these to get
better assimilated. Luke was sitting alone by our bonfire ready to eat
his share of the food that Mom had prepared for him. Dad was reading a
fishing book, reading up on the part on how to properly attach bait onto
a fishhook. Me being the wiser at seven years old, immediately saw the
absurdity of the situation as Dad attached a chow mein noodle onto the
fishhook and tossed it into the water. We heard a scream from the
bonfire.
We all rushed over to Luke and as I had suspected, Luke was given worms
for dinner. This was evident of his cute little red fed face, moist with
tears and screams as worms slithered out of his mouth while Mom and Dad
tried to make sense of the situation.
Nowadays, Luke doesn't eat chow-mein. In fact, he has been known to gag
at the mere sight of noodles. As a result, Luke doesn't like to look my
way when we eat, adding to his hostility toward me and my preferences for
dinner for the past three weeks. But that's okay because Kylie and I
find this slight disability of his quite hilarious.
---
Kylie looked at me as I settled into my pajamas back in my room. She was
tucked in and ready to go to sleep in my big queen-sized bed. We did end
up watching a little bit of Tokyo Ghoul but we decided to turn it off
since she was the first to get heavy eye syndrome, as she usually did
deep into our anime marathons.
"What?" I asked with one brow arched.
"Hey, don't let them put you down about your weight. I think you look
pretty the way you are. Even more, you're the nicest, funniest person I
know. Never change that about you, okay? Even if you happen to shred
all of it and turn into a beach body hoe next year."
It was her turn to cock an eyebrow and smile. I laughed my way to the
bed and snuggled in right next to my bestie. "Hey, as long as my dad
keeps bringing me that chow-mein, I'm going to keep eating it like it was
my last meal on Earth, okay honey? There ain't gonna' be no beach body
any time soon." She smiled back. She was facing me, her left arm
holding her head up as her French model hair dangled toward the pillow.
"But seriously Kylie, thanks for being my friend. Of course I won't ever
change, especially with you always being there for me."
We don't often have moments like these, but the night was right and after
her sudden crazed burst about wanting to go to Asgard earlier in the day,
it almost felt right to admit that we still appreciated each other, and
that all is still good in the world.
"Allie, I have something I want to show you." I turned to face her,
surprised at the sudden change of tone in her voice. She sounded
serious, yet there was a slight excitement to her voice. It was now my
turn to be unusually curious. My eyes widened when she dug out a dull
stone out of her pocket the size of a nickel. It was impressive as Kylie
held it out on the palm of her hand. Small blue gems decorated the
exterior of the stone and in the middle lay a familiar shape I haven't
seen in a long, long time. It was the shape of a face with no mouth, and
three eyes.
Kylie's gaze did not escape my own, hers a serious, stern impression in
contrast to my own, fearful face. Sweat started pouring down my face as
I fumbled with words. "Kylie...where did you get this?"
Kylie's look softened, gem stone still firm on the open palm of her hand.
"Allie, we can finally go to Asgard. I can finally see magic. I can
finally be free of this reality." Her voice turned hard as she ended
that last word, and that is when I knew something was very wrong with
this situation as her single tear dropped down onto the gemstone on the
palm of her hand.
The gems on the small stone lit up like lights on a Christmas tree and
the stone began to levitate away from her hand. The stone started to
spin in mid-air, causing papers and linens in the room to fly and swirl
around like we were in the middle of a hurricane. We were in the eye of
a tiny storm. I looked over to Kylie and she looked back at me,
completely incredulous as to what was going on. We held each other tight
in fear of what was to come. Kylie wasn't religious at all, but in this
moment, she was audibly praying to god at the speed of light. I turned
back to the situation at hand.
Small pixies started to fly around the room in the midst of all of the
chaos, apparently coming out of the stone itself. They swirled around
with the storm for a little while until they began to find each other and
form the face with three eyes.
It was scary.
Me and Kylie were in my bed, still clutching each other and whimpering,
while a massive glowing face with no mouth was staring right at us.
There was almost a short minute of eerie silence as the face looked right
at me, almost as if staring into my soul. Almost as suddenly as I began
to scream, the face collapsed and funneled right into my eyes.
Darkness. I could not see.
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