Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction / Saint Seiya Fan Fiction ❯ The Intense Clash of the Gods ❯ Tale 1 ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Every story arc begins and ends with a song… most of them J-Pop where I took liberties with translating the lyrics… although there is one or two exceptions… *whistles innocently* Most songs borrowed from Saint Seiya.

 

Every soul is gathering to the point…
The final battle, of man and god.
Search, and find your single truth,
In the dark void you were afraid to face...

Follow the road that you yourself choose
But stand up and fight for it,
Wearing the armor of myth.

Make your way out of despair!
Howl to the sky and stars!
You never know, just how
Much one man can do!

Show your passion to the world!
Show them all the hungry wolf,
Stand firm, brave warrior Fenrir!

The wind and snow buffeted the palace, and even the midday sun was all but blotted out by the storm.

Yet those of Asgard did not mind, for the great palace of Valhalla would weather it all, and inside, warriors and generals celebrated and feasted as always.

At the head of the tables stood two women, the first appearing to be in her mid-twenties, with a gentle face and white hair that had a faint hint of light blue to it. She wore splendid robes of gold, as did her younger sister, who seemed to be the spitting image of her, save for shorter, blonde hair.

At each side of them sat two warriors, the first on the elder sister's side being a man seven feet tall, with a two tomahawks on his back and he was laughing at a joke made by the man next to him. The second was considerably shorter, with fiery red hair cut short, save for a few locks that covered up his right eye.

The two on the younger sister's side seemed more reserved. They seemed brothers in spirit, and they even looked similar to an extent. They both were the same height, with light-brown hair, although the first's hair was straightened while the second's was more a curly mop that was only a few steps away from being a mullet.

The feast continued for several hours, yet the elder sister began looking more and more worried about something. Eventually she stood up, the four men looking at her.

"Lady Hilda," the giant started to say, but he silenced himself when she raised a hand.

"Thor, I know my way around my own home. I will be fine. This is merely a concern for one of my God Warriors."

"Apologies," Thor said as he bowed his head.
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Nobody could imagine the pain the young man had as he struggled through the forest amid the snow and ice. His short, green hair grimy from the day's struggle, his rags dirty from falling in the mud, there were only two objects on him of any value.

He hungrily saw a deer, it's leg injured from what looked to be a wolf-bite. Without hesitation, the young man charged, metal flashing in the minimal sunlight as two golden daggers were buried in the animal's head, killing it. Glad of his catch, the man sheathed his sole weapons and picked the creature up, taking it to his pathetic excuse for a home...

But then his blood froze as he heard something...

The howling of a wolf. The feral growling of the most dangerous predator in all of Asgard. Bears were slow and had poor vision, and usually worked alone. You could escape them... but wolves were something different.

As if by magic, the man noticed wolves practically appearing out of nowhere around him, the largest and fiercest being a green one not even twenty feet away from him with a large scar across its forehead.

"So you're the solitary predator that people have been calling the 'White Tiger'," came a human voice. The young man turned, seeing another person standing there. Like the first, this human member of the pack was wearing tattered rags, although his light blue-green hair was considerably longer.

"And you're the one that everybody is calling the Legendary Wolf," the first man answered back.

"Fitting, since my name is Fenrir Volsung," he answered. "Remember that name?"

"Volsung?" the first asked, "Yeah. I've heard the stories. Your entire family was mysteriously killed, no?"

"Correct," Fenrir answered. "The Volsung family was once one of the richest in all of Asgard, but one day we were all travelling through the forest and a bear attacked. My mother and father were the first killed, most of the others too. Those that survived fled like cowards. I was only three at the time and left for dead." Fenrir walked over to his green wolf and scratched behind its ear. "This is my family now, one that doesn't abandon me at the first sign of danger."

"So what are you going to do to me?" the man asked.

Fenrir shrugged. "That was our kill, and you took it. Don't think of giving it back, it's yours now. I know how hard it can be making a living out here when you have a true family backing you up, it's hard enough and you don't have anybody else... so I'm letting you off. Just don't touch anything of my wolves again or I'll personally tear your throat out."

"I'll do what I please," the man said as he walked away, the wolves parting for him. He stopped, however, when Fenrir called for him again.

"What's your name, anyways?"

"Bodu," he answered, "Cecil Bodu. You know about that family, don't you?" Cecil left without saying anything else, leaving Fenrir to simply have to bow down in shock.
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Hilda smiled as she heard the majestic music coming from the next room. She knew who was behind it.

Without knocking, she opened the door, seeing the man with bushy, rustic-orange hair sitting by they window, casually strumming his lyre.

"Mime," she said as he turned to see her before kneeling. "What are you doing out here?"

"You know why," he answered. "I'd much rather just be left alone, that's all."

"You're not still bothered about Folker, are you?"

Mime tensed at the name and shook his head. "That day will stay in my mind forever. But I am a God Warrior now, as are Thor, Hagan, Sigurd, and Alberich. Our duties are to you, Hilda Polaris."

"Then go and eat. Or at least be entertainment. I heard you composed a new song, it might be nice if you played for somebody other than yourself."

"Fine," Mime answered as he stood up and left.

Hilda stood alone in the room before a flash of light caught her eye. She turned to the window and looked, out, shocked to see the light of Ursa Major through the storm. Most noticeable, however, were the second and third stars in the sequence, if you started from the 'handle' of it... the stars Mizar Zeta and Alioth Epsilon.

"Does this mean," Hilda said in surprise, "The final two God Warriors have been discovered?"

 

A/N: Yeah… not to much happening here. Rest assured, later chapters will end up much longer. For those that know the show, I changed Bud's name to Cecil since I think it is more fitting., it being an allusion to the FFIV character.