So...we returned to Midgard in Norway. And found that the time that had passed for
us whilst climbing Yggsdragsil and within Helheim didn’t quite line up with the
time that had passed there. There was a
difference of oh…about three years.
Yeah, that…blindsided me.
Perhaps even more so than the conversation with my parents did.
Thankfully, in this particular instance I suppose, I don’t
really have any mortals I’m real close to that would have worried too much
about me. I guess the studio that
publishes my documentaries would a little, and a few old friends. But someone had been around to spread the
word that I was busy and out of touch for a while. I guess I could release the footage I worked
on before my journey to Helheim for an “explanation” of what I was up to,
maybe.
But, of course, getting back in touch with mortals isn’t the
big problem. Things have gone downhill
since we left. Greece and the EU are at
odds after Goras’s armies annexed Turkey.
And it’s clear enough to see that Goras is all too happy to be the
second coming of Alexander the Great. I knew that the way he was marching against
Donny and Harmonia was a poorly-disguised land grab.
We’re not the only one who’s seen the pattern, either. Egypt’s closed its borders, something I’m
sure the Psedjet have a hand in. They
have no desire to be subjugated by Greek armies again. And no one in the band seems all too keen on
letting Goras run roughshod over Europe and Asia either. So…we split up to recruit help.
Claire and Ken went to the High Court of the Tuatha de
Danaan to try to get them involved. Cindy
made a personal stop at Avalon first, no doubt to speak with Bryn (she spent a
while at the feast talking to the Valkyrie that was down there), and then she’s
going to speak with the Amazons, I believe.
Andrew went to Egypt, he should be able to figure out what’s going on
there and ensure we have a relatively warm welcome when we arrive in Cairo.
Lexi and I…we went to Iran to see if the Yazata will involve
themselves. Well, involve themselves
now, I guess. Alexander did conquer
Persia in ages past, after all. When we
arrived, however, they had some of their ladies show Lexi around while I went
to speak with their ambassador. They don’t
consider it a woman’s place to discuss war,
apparently. Thank the gods Cindy
wasn’t with me, it probably wouldn’t have been all that great if Claire was
either. But it was especially good that
Cindy wasn’t there, as Utgard-Loki’s taint still hasn’t been cleansed…and the
ambassador was Altair.
I can’t say that I was surprised, I guess…though I’d been
hoping that they’d send someone else. I
can’t help but wonder if they sent him as a test. Through my father they knew that I was the
one coming, after all.
Thankfully, the meeting went cordially. I certainly had no desire to antagonize him,
or any of the Yazata. And my
reconciliation with my father seems to have improved Altair’s opinion of me. As he put it, the instructions were to greet
me with the honors due a “wayward son finding his path again.” So I also think it’s known to the rest of the
pantheon that Vayu still hopes that I’ll convert to the Yazata upon apotheosis.
But, most importantly, the negotiations went spectacularly
well. The incident in international
waters that prompted Egypt to close their borders also left the Yazata firmly
of the opinion that Goras and that faction of the Dodekatheon are a threat that
needs to be addressed. And when I
mentioned that I thought the Yazata should throw their lot in with the Psedjet
and stop the Dodekatheon advance in Egypt, before they ever get the chance to
advance on Persia…well, I think I might actually have made Altair’s day.
Long story short, I’ll be their Ambassador in Egypt. Hopefully setting up an alliance to check the
Dodekatheon. Which I have high hopes
for. Like I said, the Psedjet seem to be
well aware of the looming threat the Greeks pose. And you know what they say, any port in a
storm…
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