Funnily enough, when your dying, pain is the first thing that goes. The last thing left though is much more excruciating than any pain…

It’s the memory’s that really get you…

I have lived for eons, most of that time was spent chained to a mountain for a crime I had yet to commit. Just because it was foretold in some ignorant prophecy that I would eat the world and slay the head God. The funny thing was that if they just treated me and my kin like every other God in Valhalla then none of this would have ever happened!

Those were a few of the things I contemplated as I slowly started to pass. My maw to my tail was ripped and shattered as rivers of blood ran through the valleys and mountains. My body will probably make a fine peace of land once I’m dead… I am Fenrir after all… The God Eating wolf of the end.

But, the last thing that ran through my fading ego was a memory I thought long gone. It was when I was still just a young pup that wasn’t kidnapped from his family. I was the oldest you see and I loved my Siblings. Hel was gentle and soft, and Jormungandr was just the length of a belt of hide but was lazy and always asleep. I can remember our mother, Angrboda. She smelled of cool evergreens and her hair was like freshly fallen snow. She always smiled and showered us with unearned love. Sadly those days never lasted.

We were all stollen by the God I was prophesized to kill, Odin.

I wish he never did, because maybe if he didn’t I would still be with my family. Maybe we would have lived a quite life filled with love and happiness. Maybe my dad and mom would still be around giving us hugs and taking us out for family fun! Maybe…

Maybe… I would have felt what it meant to be happy…

I thought I would have felt happy after Killing the God that started all this! I thought the hole that was left in my heart from their betrayal would finally be filled after I sank my fangs into that BASTARD!! But all I felt when I finally achieved the destiny that was denied was.. was…

Empty…

My life I realized at that moment was a sad and unfulfilled thing that had no meaning. What did revenge get me?… NOTHING!… What did eating the world and all its creations get me?… NOTHING!… I was just an empty shell whom the fates wielded, I never really had a choice in the matter.

I was Nothing…

My mind was leaving me now, I could barely think as the encroaching darkness was finally taking hold. Right before the lights went out for good I wished to whoever was left to listen…

“I hope in my next life…I will not be so… Empty.”

And everything went black…

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What was that noise?…

*Thuthump*

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It almost sounds like…

*Thuthump*

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A heart beat?

Why was I hearing a heartbeat?

Wait?! Why was I hearing at all!? Shouldn’t I be dead?! Why is it still dark?! Where’s my sister?! WHATS GOING ON!?

I start to scream in my head and, try but fail to, thrash around.

I could barely move, it was like I was in some viscous fluid that restricted my limbs. Great! I was once more bound against my will!! Curse you Fates!! I hope you are all burning in Hel’s Domain for this!!

I started to calm down after my little tirade. Then I question why I could still breath if I was in some sort of liquid? My paws started to search around in the dark, but all I could feel is a soft wall that felt elastic yet durable which got me thinking..

If I could hear a heart beat… and I was in the dark surrounded and incased in liquid…. And all that bound me is nothing but soft elastic walls… That could only mean one thing…

Was I a Fetus in the womb?

As I came to that shocking realization I started to drift back into an exhaustion induced slumber, I’m guessing my new body didn’t like me moving around too much.

As I faded away into slumber I felt a feeling I haven’t felt in millennia well up inside me…

Excitement!

Maybe this time, this LIFE, I will find..

Love.

Waking up and falling asleep happened more and more as time passed by. Though the times I could stay awake last longer and longer as it passed, so I could only assume one thing after awhile… I am close to being reborn!

One day it happened, the liquid that surrounded me started to drain away at a astonishing rate. The walls of muscle and flesh that surrounded me started to constrict and tighten around me very painfully as I started going head down towards the now open light tunnel.

I would be happy if I wasn’t in so much pain! GODS IT HURT! It felt almost as bad as being ripped apart by Odin’s bastard of a pup Vidarr!

What felt like hours upon hours of torture later and I was finally out of that fleshy prison they call a womb!

Finally! Freedom at last! I thought before a painful slap resounded out and I started to cry.

What the Hel! Did someone dare slap my rump! I started to open my eyes but the tears and light were to much for my infant eyes to handle. I heard words that sounded odd at first but I remembered its the language of the mortals. I curiously started to focus on what they said..

“Congratulations!” The man I assumed was the Healer handling My birth.

“It’s a healthy Baby Boy!” He exclaims to my parents?

“Did ya hear that Frey!” I assume my fathers voice? “Look at him! He has your hair!” My dads smooth and gentle voice rolls through the air like a summer wind. I feel the Healer hand me over to my Father, feeling soft and warm fur incase me. My Father started to then lick my face and rub his snout and head all over my little body.

“Weird?” I thought “Mortals are not known to lick their young if I remembered correctly. Though, all that knowledge was eons old so it may have changed since then.

“Ulf…” a soft and tired voice responded , My Mother I presume. “Hand over our son before you cover him in drool!” She giggled.

“Yes my snow flower.”

I’m then tenderly handed over, the fluff left me to then be wrapped into slim soft arms, a hand slowly combing through my mane of hair. A pair of soft lips kissed the top of my head as my mom whispers..

“He is handsome… My handsome little Felir…”

Felir? Is that my name now? It sounds pretty close to my last one so it wont be too hard to remember.

“Mr and Mrs Wulfric, we will have you stay at the hospital over night to see if everything’s okay and see if we can’t get you guys back home by the morning!” He states as I hear him walk away. “And if you guys need anything, don’t hesitate to contact me or any of the nurses on hand! We can’t have Norways Number 1 and 2 hero’s having any complications in my hospital now can we!” He laughs out as I hear the door close.

Hero’s? What’s a Hero? And why did the healer call my parents that?

I would soon find out that the world I was now living in was far more weird and crazy than that of my old life as a God wolf. But hey, it could be a lot worse!…It could have been boring!