Here's the beginning of my newest masterpiece. Hope you enjoy.

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Since ancient times, long before civilization began, there have been the nine realms.

They were Vanaheim, Muspelheim, Nidavellir, Alfheim, Jotunheim, Svartaflheim, Nilfheim, Midgard (or Earth as it's inhabitants called it) and Asgard... the Realm Eternal.

Asgard was considered the head of the nine realms. It stood out as a beacon of hope, shining out across the stars. It was the home of the gods, Odin king among them. Wielding the Odinforce he brought peace and justice to the nine realms.

The Odinforce was mighty. The allfather had used his power to slay Ymir and Surtur. It was said that the Odinforce at its highest point could shatter entire galaxies. It could bring life or herald death. Odin had used it to bring peace to much of the nine realms and his enemies feared its wrath.

Asgard bore many great warriors who wrote legends with their heroic deeds.

But none were as mighty as Thor.

He was the son of Odin and Gaea, a prince of Asgard and the God of Thunder.

His strength knew no bounds; he could lift mountains, crush steel with his bare hands and he never seemed to tire. He could command the very storms and winds to do his bidding. His courage and determination are what made him one of the greatest warriors in the whole cosmos.

He was chosen to wield Mjolnir, a powerful enchanted hammer, forged by the dwarves of Nidavellir. A weapon made out of Uru steel, forged in the heart of a dying star. It's power was unmatched and unchallenged.

But not all was well in the cosmos. Some realms like Asgard were peaceful. Others were filled with horrors and evils, craving nothing but war and death.

The cold world of Jotunheim, home to the Frost giants. They tried many times to conquer the other realms but were always thwarted by Asgard and its warriors.

Svartaflheim and it's inhabitants, the Dark Elves who tried to turn the universe back to one of eternal darkness.

The eternal fires of Muspelheim, birthplace of Surtur, the Fire demon who would bring about the end of Asgard.

The Realm of Niflheim, the great kingdom of the dead; ruled by Hela, goddess of Death and daughter of Loki, God of Mischief. A place where all those who do not fall in battle travel when they die.

And so on it went. The forces of evil tried time and time again to destroy all that is good and just, but were always defeated. But Asgard could not stand against these threats alone.

There was one planet in the nine realms in peculiar. Midgard or Earth although primitive by most standards, its technology has led to the rise of threats beyond the imagination of most life forms. To combat these threats certain individuals with unique skills and abilities taken it upon themselves to serve as this worlds protectors. For you see, this is the world of Heroes.

They came together to fight the enemies that none could face alone. Together they kept the world safe from harm.

Until that day.

A day that would go into history as the worst day in the history of humanity. It happened on an afternoon like any other when all the villains joined forces to eradicate the heroes once and for all.

These forces clashed together with such power that the earth and sky trembled with their aftershocks. But, due to the sudden nature of the attack the heroes were caught unawares and so the ones who emerged victorious were the villains.

And Thor, the son of Odin; was the last one left standing. He fought for 40 days and 40 nights against the most powerful villains, he was tired beyond limits, his whole body was littered with wounds and he knew in his heart that he could not win this battle; yet he still fought on.

In his last moments he made his final move. He picked up his hammer, Mjolnir, and with all his remaining might threw it as far away as he could. After Mjolnir disappeared he fell to the ground dying like a worthy warrior; hoping that someday, someone will claim Mjolnir and continue his struggle to bring peace to the nine realms, like his father and his father before him.

While Thor died, Mjolnir quickly flew out of Earth's atmosphere. It went farther away, into the depths of space where it vanished; never to be seen in this universe again. And although it breaks my heart, I could do nothing but watch.

For you see I am Uatu the Watcher. I am charged with recording all events of significance in this sector of the cosmos. It is a task that brings me great joy and great sorrow.

However as the humans say, I have a feeling that this is not the end.

Only a new beginning.