The Ragnarok

Ok, enough about grumpy, depressing posts. Today what I have for you is my own translation of a passage of the second volume of my werewolf trilogy. If you read The Transformation, you watched my main character, Luvinus, being transformed forever into a werewolf. But Luvinus isn's just a bloodthirsty and lustful werewolf. He thinks, he loves, he suffers. And on the second volume he goes on a journey to find out who he really is. He discovers that he is a descendant of the terrible giant wolf Fenrir, who kills the god Odin, in the Scandinavian apocalypse, aka the Ragnarok. Fenrir had two offspring, the wolf Hati and the wolf Skoll who ate the moon and the sun, respectively, during the Ragnarok. These two equally fearsome wolves start two different lineages of werewolves which I will describe in my next post. Until then, enjoy the battle between Odin and Fenrir.

The earth had been shaking for days and both gods and men knew that the Ragnarok was coming. The final battle was about to break out. The gods knew they would never survive the day of doomsday, but at the same time they believed that a new world would be reborn from darkness. Their death was the price to pay for a better world. Odin, however, was the most restless god. He knew that the terrible Fenrir would break free at any moment and what bothered him most was not knowing where his two equally fearful offspring, Hati and Skoll, were. He had looked for them everywhere, but they had disappeared without a trace.

Odin was not afraid to die. He knew his destiny was to be killed by the terrible wolf, but it bothered him to think that Hati and Skoll were on the loose. Unfortunately, the trap he had set up had not worked. Fenrir had trained his children very well, they were intelligent and agile creatures, the most skilled of hunters had failed to catch them. Odin sniffed the air. It stank of sulfur coming from the depths of the earth, spreading in thick vapors through the gaps that carved the dry earth ground. It was then that he heard a terrible roar. Thunder crashed across the land, lightning ripped through the darkening sky, and Fenrir appeared a few meters from Odin, enveloped in dust and flames. The god of the gods looked at his eternal enemy right in the eyes and prepared himself for his ultimate battle. He immediately wielded his huge axe, he would never let himself be killed without a fight.

It was a long fight in which wolf and god fought fiercely, wounding and striking each other without mercy. However, the beast would win. In a jump, Fenrir finally devoured Odin and swallowed him down. It was the death of the god of all gods. The giant wolf turned and saw his two descendants approaching. They howled in triumph. Hati had just devoured the moon. Skoll had devoured the sun. The world had just plunged into the deepest darkness. Suddenly, though, Fenrir fell on the ground, struck by a stick. A huge foot immediately stepped on his lower jaw, leaving him stunned and unable to react. Vidar, son of Odin, was about to demand revenge for his father's death. His black eyes shone with anger. Hati and Skoll fled. Vidar grabbed Fenrir's other jaw and broke both thus killing the fearsome wolf. And water flooded the world with such big and strong waves that the whole earth disappeared in just a few seconds. There was nothing left but darkness. All life disappeared.