Hi there! I basically decided to rewrite my prologue instead of updating hehe. All I know is that this has got to be much better than the original! Hope you enjoy, and follow/fav if you love this! (PS: Look into bottom PM for starred stuff)

Btw, I don't own the cover for this fanfic. Credit for cover goes to original artist.

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(Norway 1000 ACE)

Snow fell gently, occasionally catching onto the needles of towering pine trees, moonlight causing the precipitation to glitter. The secluded area served to create a calm, peaceful atmosphere that the fighting forces on the inclined surface promptly quashed.

One of the fighters, a young woman, shouted over the masses of shadows surrounding her, "Tsar! Fearling behind you!"

Her comrade, a short, chubby man with a tuft of curled, white hair proudly defying gravity on his bald head, turned around and shot a beam of moonlight at the shadow creature, instantly incinerating it. His name was Tsar Lunar XII.

"I'm perfectly fine, Emily Jane. All you need to do is watch over yourself!"

The black-haired woman, Emily Jane, simply rolled her eyes as she washed away all the shadowy creatures, commonly known as fearlings, with waves of water.

"I am managing just fine, Tsar. In fact, you should watch out for yourself," Emily Jane retorted when she slashed a fearling behind Tsar to smithereens, her light green, ankle low dress rippling with the movement.

"I knew that!"

Emily Jane grinned, flicking a strand of her straight, long hair behind her ear. "Sure you have, Tsar."

Tsar opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by another voice.

"May you two stop with your bickering and vanquish these fearlings?"

A blonde woman, slightly older than Emily and Tsar, fought her way through the fearlings, clearing the field with her swords.

Tsar shrugged. "Sorry Themis, you know how feisty Em can get."

"How feisty…excuse me?" Emily Jane stared into Tsar's eyes. "At least I am not the dimwitted spouse that needs rescuing every time."

Two daggers flew past Tsar and Emily Jane, hitting the fearlings creeping up behind them.

Themis grabbed the sword strapped to her cascading, blue dress. "You two are a dimwitted couple, that's what. Zeus and I, at least, never quarreled in a battle field like you two!"

At that exact moment, a white haired teen flew towards them, her white, knee high dress ripped to shreds. Her pale legs and arms were covered with purpling bruises and dripping cuts.

"Anemone!" The three below her yelled.

The girl, identified as Anemone, landed beside them, swaying on her bare feet. "Hii—whoa."

She would've fallen to the ground if Themis hadn't caught her just then.

"Why have we taken the child with us?"

Themis shook her head as she tore off a piece of her dress and wrapped it around a large gash on Anemone's forearm, the fabric absorbing the blood like a thirsty sponge.

Anemone glared at the woman holding her. "I'm not a kid!"

Emily Jane interjected before things could go out of hand, "Anemone, why did you come here?"

"Oh, yeah!" Anemone shoved herself away from Themis's hold. "I found the place where Hel and Holler are!"

"You have?" Tsar clamped his hands on the girl's shoulders. "Show us where they are."

"Okay, follow me!"

With that, Anemone slipped out of Tsar's grasp and shot off in the wind, the others following. Once they reached a clearing on the top of a cliff, Anemone slowly drifted down. The teen pulled Tsar, Emily Jane and Themis behind a tree, pointing out the two lone figures standing near the edge.

"There's Hel and Holler," Anemone whispered, "Are you guys ready?"

Tsar replied, "I'm not sure if Emily and I are. We've never actually fought with death deities before."

"Relax, Tsar," Emily Jane said, "we can handle them. At least Themis and Anemone have seen them before."

"Well, in negotiations with my dad," Anemone added.

Themis deadpanned to Anemone. "Regardless, we shall defeat these hot headed imbeciles."

"Hot headed imbeciles, hmm?"

The Quartet spun around to face a young woman whose blood-red dress stood out against her pale white skin and skull necklace. Beside her was a grayish, middle-aged man, dressed in a black cloak as he leaned on a bone cane topped with a human skull. Hel and Holler had spotted the Quartet's hiding place.

Anemone backed up into a tree as her other companions stood their ground.

"Oh look," Holler teased, cape fluttering in Anemone's defense wind, "isn't that one of Boreas's children? The troublesome wind sprite who cannot shut her mouth?"

A shadow slithered from the tree and touched Anemone's cheek, eliciting a small whimper from the girl. The tendril soon hardened, shackling her neck.

Hel replied, "It appears so, Holler. What would daddy say if he discovered that his daughter was plotting against him?"

That was when Tsar snapped, blasting the shadow around Anemone's neck with a moonbeam. "Who told you that we'd let you two take her?!"

Hel chuckled. "And you claimed we were the hot headed imbeciles. Tell me, is there really any chance that two spirits, a sprite, and one oracle Titan can stop us when countless gods could not?"

"There is."

A flash of steel was the only warning for the deities to dodge the projectile, yet two fearlings managed to shield them in time.

However, Emily Jane managed to fling Hel into a tree with a whip made of plants; Tsar cocooned Hel in a ball of light.

"Hel!" Holler screamed, unsheathing his Ulfberht sword*(1), "You shall regret what you have done!"

A legion of fearlings erupted from the shadows of the trees, rushing at the Quartet. Anemone blocked the creatures with her winds as Themis squared stray fearlings with her daggers. This left Tsar and Emily Jane with Holler, who immediately dashed to the clearing.

"I see that you two passed through my fearlings," Holler seethed, "It won't be as easy to defeat me."

Tsar swung his Ingelrii sword*(2) at Holler, who blocked the attack with an obsidian shield that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Vines erupted from the ground, only to be diced by Holler's weapon.

"You believed that it would be that simple to capture me? Ha!"

Holler slashed at Tsar's white tunic, staining the fabric with Tsar's own blood. A shadow roped up Emily Jane, effectively squashing her control on the elements.

Even with the injury, Tsar continued fighting. He once again attacked, this time piercing Holler's forearm.

"I see that you still have some fight left, Tsar." Holler nodded, approvingly. "You are not as weak as other warriors who fall after one blow."

Tsar responded, "Well, I'm just special."

"Then," Holler drawled, launching himself at Tsar, "Pitch chose the right specimen for Hel's Fearling Prince."

Tsar's Ingelrii clashed with Holler's Ulfberht.

The duel continued for at least half an hour, metal striking against metal for the umpteenth time as the two men struggled to determine a winner. The fight was ended when Holler buried his sword into Tsar's side.

The man collapsed in pain, kneeling down so that he didn't completely drop to the ground. Holler yanked his weapon from Tsar's flesh, swatting the blood onto his victim's face.

"Now, I have never been so challenged before! To think you haven't even unlocked your full potential power."

Holler squatted, staying eye level with Tsar. He cupped Tsar's bloody chin, forcing the spirit to look into his black irises. "Quite a shame that your life is leeching away. It would have been entertaining to see that magic whither in my hands."

Holler rose from his crouched position, towering over Tsar, who was smiling softly.

The full moon, that had been blocked by shadows prior to the mini duel, now shone brighter than before, moonlight cascading down to the field. The beams lifted Tsar up in their gentle embrace as they healed all of his injuries. The only indication that Tsar nearly died was the large bloodstain on his right side.

The spirit's eyes started glowing a harsh white. "There is one thing you've forgotten, Holler."

Tsar shot a beam of white light at Holler, another at the bonds holding his beloved. Emily Jane broke free from the shadow's hold and ensnared the weakened god in a tangle of vines.

Tsar stood in front of Holler. "You may be strongest in the dark, but I'm even stronger in the moonlight."

Just on time, Anemone soared towards the couple, dragging Themis behind. The sprite laughed triumphantly. "I told you they were here!"

"Alright." Themis rolled her blue eyes. "May you put me down now, Anemone?"

Anemone complied and gently placed Themis in between Tsar and Emily Jane. The girl landed on the other side of Emily Jane.

Themis glanced at her comrades, bluntly ignoring the wounds they had. "Ready?"

Anemone turned to Themis. "For what?"

"To imprison Holler, of course," Themis answered, "I need for you three to share your power with me. I am too weak to bind him."

Once the other three understood what they had to do, they all joined hands, pouring their magic into Themis. None expected for Themis to radiate the green aura she did then.

With her eyes shining bright green, body surrounded by a hazy, jade mist, Themis commanded her friends, "Repeat after me."

Thus, the Quartet ended up reciting a Greek chant, "Με μας ενωμένα δύναμη, θα φυλακίζουν Holler, ο Νορβηγός Θεός του Θανάτου και της Καταστροφής, μέχρι να έρθει η ώρα για να τον αφήσουν."

The mist peeled away from Themis to form a tomb made of imperial gold. Emily Jane willed the vines to toss the struggling Holler into the container, which caused the tomb to instantly snap shut, sealing the bound death god inside. Green lettering carved itself onto the lid, as if by an invisible hand.

The inscription read,

The time for Ragnarök will appear

Only the child of moon and nature can stop the fear

Their frosted blood is the key to light or darkness

Which shall raise Destruction, who is heartless

In order to restore balance

Mighty heroes are to be challenged

With a rumbling sound, the ground slowly absorbed the prison, transporting it to an unknown location.

Themis smiled. "Congratulations, we all did something that all the other gods combined could not accomplish: imprisoning Holler."

Instead of celebrating, Tsar frowned. "Isn't there a catch to this type of magic?"

Themis's rare smile dropped. "Yes."

"What is it, Themis?" Anemone questioned.

The Titan bit her lip. "One of our offspring is cursed to bring back Holler. From the prophecy, I would say that fate chose Tsar Lunar XII's and Emily Jane's child."

"What?!" Emily Jane shrieked, "One of our kids!"

Tsar slowly stroked Emily's arm. "Relax Em, I know that our baby will do the right thing."

"Also, he or she shall become a hero." Themis added.

Whatever peace Tsar brought to Emily Jane was blasted away by Themis's declaration. "I DO NOT WANT MY CHILDREN TO BE DAMN HEROES WITH GRIEF FILLED LIVES!"

Emily Jane promptly lowered her voice, "I wanted them to live normal, peaceful lives. Now, because I decided not to fight alongside the Guardians in their fight against my father, my offspring are cursed to continue this wretched game. At least we captured Hel and Holler."

Anemone scratched the back of her neck sheepishly, messing with her short cropped hair. "Ummm, about that...I think she escaped."

"Excuse me?!" Emily Jane faced Anemone, anger sketching her features. "Are you telling me that the person we truly came for is missing?"

Without waiting for a response, Emily gripped onto Tsar's arm and furiously shot off into the sky, stunning the two left at the field.

"Aww, c'mon." Anemone pouted, breaking the silence between herself and the Titan. "Jackson would have been the perfect name for their first baby. Jackson Overland. Isn't it super adorbs, Themis?"

"No, it is not 'super adorbs', and we need to catch up with Emily Jane before she creates a tornado," Themis responded coldly.

Anemone merely shrugged. "Hmph, you didn't have to be so grumpy about it." A mischievous smirk grew on her face. "Though, if you really insist on trailing them…" Abruptly, Anemone grabbed Themis's arm and soared off.

Little did they know that, in the battlefield they just left, a fluttering, black cape, was promptly snatched away by a shadowy hand.

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(Info copied off of wiki for first two. Sue me, I'm too lazy xD)

*(1) Medivial sword made out of rare high carbon steel found in Europe, dated to the 9th to 11th centuries. One side of the blade had +VLFBERH+T or +VLFBERHT+ carved into the metal. The reverse side of the blade is inlaid with a geometric pattern, usually a braid pattern between vertical strokes. Similar to a cross of the Viking sword and a high Medivial knightly sword.

*(2) The Ingelrii group of Viking swords are characterised by their blade inscriptions, stylised as INGELRII, INGELRD or INGELRILT. They are somewhat younger than the better known (and better attested) Ulfberht group, and they continued to be made until somewhat later into the 12th century.

*(3) English translation: With our united power, we will imprison Holler, the Norse God of Death and Destruction, until the time comes for him to be released.

I understand that this is a really long prologue, but what'd you expect from a battle scene?

Btw, before I forget, I have gotten ideas for this fanfic from The Darkness Series by Frostofsummer & The Attack on Winter and Summer Series by Catgirl1995.

These authors are both incredible and frostofsummer actually told me the Darkness Series will get published as in a book soon! Plz check these stories out and stay tuned for more updates!