Chapter 469: A Near Impossible Task
As Odin moved through the serene space of the galaxy he had discovered – well, Mimir had discovered – his eyes took pleasure at the grand sight he was beholding. Several lights shone from so far away that they looked like several grains of sand. These were Primordial Stars; stars which had just been birthed and remained untainted by the Beings of the Universe. Their energy was so pure that Odin could feel himself being refreshed every second and every minute.
"I could get used to this," Odin could understand why Mimir had chosen to hide here. Because there was no life yet born in this galaxy, it was easy to pick out the only one there was. It was like a beacon of light in a dark corner of the world; easy to see and simple to detect. And from that aura Odin felt a pressure that was nonexistent before. The God of Wisdom's aura was much stronger than it was before. Clearly he had benefitted a lot from this place. After all, he had monopolized the resources of this galaxy all to himself. The pure energy of this place was undivided, unlike Edict and Chaos which were no longer one. Even Edict had been further divided into two. But this energy was pure and calm. It was so kind that it took nothing to digest it.
And Odin could feel himself growing stronger, and his abilities as a Scholar rapidly grew also.
*Caw*
Muninn lightly knocked Odin's skull with his beak. Huginn who was on the other shoulder was a bit gentler. For he rubbed himself against Odin's cheek delicately like a puppy.
"I am aware that it would be difficult to convince him now that he is stronger," Odin smiled and said. His companions were worried about the new aura of Mimir. The god that had been chased helplessly to the ends of the Universe wasn't as helpless as he was before. And he had every right to hate Odin. For it was Odin's greed that fueled that hunt. For the Asgardian King craved for the knowledge he held, and was willing to resort to anything to get it.
"Your worries are unfounded. If he wanted to come after me, he wouldn't have exposed his aura so blatantly." Odin picked his nose and said; a habit that didn't go down well with Muninn who didn't hesitate to hide his frustrations by smacking the God King of Asgard with his wing.
"Sorry. I've stopped." Odin hastily apologized before his figure sped towards the spot of Mimir's aura.
As he stated earlier, if Mimir really wanted to hurt him, he would have shown himself the minute Odin appeared. After all, in the True Universe it would be hard to take on Odin for he was surrounded by countless other gods and powerhouses, the most troublesome of the lot being Thor and Heimdall's all seeing eyes which would make ambushes impossible. So one could say he stayed here because he couldn't get back at Odin. But now that Odin was here and hadn't hidden himself – a task that would have been almost impossible for there was nothing else here – Mimir would have come for him if he still held a grudge. But he did not. He only issued Odin a warning by unfurling his aura. It could also be that Mimir's action was that of mercy and he will attack Odin if he did come. But Odin couldn't care less.
"This place doesn't look it, but it is much larger than our heaven – the 1st Heaven," Odin frowned as he flew. Soon he was outside a small planet, which like every other thing in this galaxy, had no life. There were no trees, no grass, no animals nor man. There was only earth. Yet the planet exuded a rich sense of life and grace that was uncharacteristic of a barren planet.
*Caw*
"Yes Huginn. This planet is going to produce life soon. Possibly in a few hundred years." Odin nodded his head and descended into the planet.
To any a hundred years was a lifespan, but to gods it was like a day's wait. This planet was already breeding life laws, and soon those laws would birth real living things. It was only then that the laws of death would be constructed and chaos born. However, it will take a while for the laws of death to form after those of life. So the Primordials of this world would live much longer than their descendants. And as the years go by, the lives of those that come after will grow shorter and shorter. But that wasn't Odin's business. That was the way of life and death; birth and destruction. It had been so long before he was, and will continue long after he was gone.
"You have come," a gentle voice reached Odin's ears the moment his feet touched the ground, and a gust of wind blew past. A tall, slender man with a small dagger attached to his waist appeared before Odin. The man had long shaggy beard that stretched all the way to his abdomen. Yet it suited him really well and didn't make him look out of place. He looked wizened and sharp, just like an old owl.
"You look well," Odin smirked and said. He was pretty shameless to be talking so genially to someone he had tried to kill several times already.
"I am," Mimir admitted. "Ever since I retreated to this abode due to your relentless pursuit, peace has been easy to come by," Mimir stated plainly as he sat down on the ground.
"True," Odin admitted before sitting down as well. Huginn and Muninn flew off Odin's shoulders to explore this world and learn a bit more. They held much curiosity towards this galaxy itself, and soon they forms flashed past the orbit of this world as they sought to learn more of the galaxy itself.
"You don't seem that upset upon seeing me," Odin admitted that he was quite surprised that Mimir was this calm. After all, if he came across someone who had chased him for years just to kill him, he would break his neck.
"That is because your fate is much more pitiful than mine," Mimir flashed Odin a smile filled with pity and said. Although he was supposed to hate this man, when his eyes showed him what would become of him, he felt nothing but helplessness; helplessness that one as wise and powerful as this could do nothing to save himself from what was coming.
"It must be pretty bad for you to look at your enemy with such an expression," Odin laughed happily. He didn't seem to mind that much. He cared little for what was going to happen to him, and more for what was going to happen after him. His family and his people were his concern. Not his life. Even when he pursued Mimir for his wisdom it was because he wanted to have a tool that would let him prepare for everything. It wasn't for his own selfish interest.
"Regardless, I will tell you," Mimir ignored Odin's lack of interest towards his fate and approached the Asgardian God King. Soon his eyes turned completely golden as a voice that was his yet not his emerged out of his mouth in a grating yet strangely pleasing tone.
"And the wolf shall descend with hunger unmatched by the Universe. At his head shall be the one who stands above all. And together will they devour the Wise God Odin. Flesh and bone they shall consume. God King they shall swallow. They shall leave nothing behind. They shall tear it all apart"
"I can't say I don't deserve such an end," Odin smiled uncaringly and waved his hands freely. After all that he had done; the things he had pursued; and those he had killed, this fate seemed a bit too mild for someone like him.
"No one deserves such an end, Wise One," Mimir shook his head in disapproval.
"In front of you I don't deserve to be labelled as Wise," Odin objected to the title given to him.
"How long have you been waiting for me?" Odin asked. Mimir was too calm, and from his voice Odin could sense some expectation – and a bit of relief. It seemed that Mimir had waited for his arrival.
"Long," Mimir replied. "You actually took longer than I expected. You should have been here five years ago." Mimir's eyes flashed with a pale yellow color as he spoke. Odin's eyes flashed in delight when he saw the change in Mimir's eyes. For that was the eye of wisdom that Odin had sought after for years.
"I was delayed," Odin drew closer to Mimir with a wry smile on his face. A lot had happened during his search, and a lot of these happenings had to do with his Great Grandson. There was much he had to prepare beforehand.
"I know," Mimir's eyes were still alternating between yellow and black. It was amazing that even from a Universe away, he could still keep track of the happening of the True Universe.
"Of course you do," Odin stated. There were two who belonged to Asgard who had sight beyond sight – Heimdall and Mimir. Their visions were linked in a way, yet disconnected from each other. Mimir's eyes were linked to his intelligence. With Heimdall, he could see everything – literally everything, as long as he wanted to. Mimir however was limited in his visions. But unlike Heimdall, when he saw something, he saw several other possibilities and options from that one vision, giving him wisdom that belonged to none other.
"How did you carry your well here?" Odin was really concerned about this. Mimir's well was his life force. It was his godhead. He couldn't abandon it, yet it was too large to carry. However, he had somehow managed to pull that off.
"You truly haven't changed. As long as it has nothing to do with you, your curiosity towards everything else is unmatched," Mimir shook his head with a small smile.
"Well I am famous for my drive to learn and know more," Odin laughed heartily.
"Do you want to know that or you want to find out how to break your great grandson's curse?" Mimir asked.
"My great grandson comes first of course," Odin replied. How could he come all the way here and leave without getting that for which he came.
"Good. Then I shall tell you. For there is a way to challenge his fate; a way to reverse his dark destiny – and ours. For the two are linked as an unborn baby is planted to his/her mother by the placenta."
"Speak Mimir. What shall I do?"
"It is better if I show you," Mimir beckoned to Odin. The two left, the God King following the Wise God. Soon they were before a small well filled with sparkling blue water.
"You must drink," Mimir drew some water from the well and offered it to Odin who drank it unhesitant. After all, Mimir's aura was quite strong. If he wanted to kill Odin, he wouldn't use a poison.
Once Odin drank of the well his eyes become like Mimir's and he saw that which no other was privileged to see other than the Wise God himself. For an entire minute he was stuck in this state, and when everything was over, he closed his eyes.
"Now you know what you must do," Mimir remarked once Odin's eyes pushed open.
"Yes," Odin sighed, his expression like that of a man with a thousand kilograms of weight tied to his ankle.
"With the energy of this world, solving another of the 7 Great Mysteries and finding a whole new galaxy – a grand mystery of its own – your power as a Spiritual and Battle God must be through the roof right now. So nothing can bind you." Mimir spoke with calm unbefitting of one who had seen the world and its end.
"Will you stay for a while?" Mimir offered, although he already knew the answer to that question.
"No," Odin shook his head, rejecting the Wise God's kind intentions. "There is much to prepare," Odin replied. Gungnir had drank its fill from the energy of this galaxy. It was more than enough to break through the barrier. Unfortunately, the war outside was not his problem. For there was no time to waste. He had to complete the preparations to prevent what he had seen. Otherwise ending the war would be meaningless.
"Huginn"
"Muninn"
Odin called out to his ravens who appeared swiftly and settled on his shoulders.
"Thank you my friend," Odin didn't forget to place his gratitude where it ought to be. Then he pushed his feet off the ground and darted towards the edge of this galaxy, to the place from whence he came.
"Such a dark fate – both of them." Mimir sighed piteously once again. He shook his head and slowly descended into the well. As his mouth disappeared beneath the waters his voice could be heard saying,
"What a great task it is. To stop the end of the Universe – Ragnarok."
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