TEUTONIC MAGIC - Awaken Video

catch alight, and then a few little sticks. Slowly you build your fire up until you no longer need to protect
it from the wind with your cloak.
The wind from the north blows a black stream of smoke straight away from your need-fire. You
herd your cows together and move them slowly through the smoke, one by one. They are still thin when
they come out, their coats still rough and matted, but the sores are gone and their dim eyes have cleared.
Suddenly you hear a deafening rumbling above you. A shower of rocks tumbles straight down the
mountainside towards you, boulders bigger than a man falling and ripping a torrent of earth with them.
You run as fast as you can, hurling yourself forward in a desperate try to escape. With one mighty burst
of speed, you fling yourself just past the edge of the rockfall, but one of the great boulders hits a jutting
crag and bounds straight at you. Your body seems to explode in a split second of fire. As your eyes clear,
you see the rock lying more than thirty feet away from you, cracked jaggedly in two. Amazed, you walk
over to look at it. Smoke rises from the broken edges; it is too hot for you to touch.
A larger rock lies next to it, knocked aside by the might of your blow. Where it had been, there is a
dark cavern in the mountainside. When you look straight into the opening, you can see that it is not
wholly dark; a faint fire glows from the walls.
You step inside and walk along the tunnel. In time you come to a chamber filled with twisting tree
roots and serpents slithering among them, chewing at them, their venom eating holes in this root or that.
Warily you pick your way along the floor. The snakes ignore you, writhing through the roots; there are no
eyes in their fanged heads. Past this chamber is a short passage which leads up to a well of bubbling
water, which stands at the foot of a great, dark evergreen. Three women sit turning a wheel that is halfhidden
in the tree trunk and dips into the waters of the well. They wear dark cloaks that hide their faces.
They do not speak. You know that you are near to the Norns at the Well of Urdhr. They are turning the
Wyrd of the worlds, shaping the branches and roots of Yggdrasill. It feels to you as if the endless turning
of the wheel is rubbing against your own skin, filling you with pain and frustration and the dry heat of
burning friction.
You are about to cry out when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you see a tall, powerful
man on a horse behind you. He is clothed in forest green, his face shadowed by his cloak’s dark hood. He
does not speak, but you can feel the heat glowing from him as he reaches down and hands you a root that
is twisted back over itself, turning till it has completely retwined its path.
Looking through the loop in its end, you see as if you were watching from a great height. Shining
men and women battle with creatures of darkness, fire, and stone on a broad plain. A gigantic serpent
writhes across the plain, leaving a mile-wide trail of wreckage behind it. From the other side, a
mountainous wolf roars, rivers of froth foaming from its jaws.
You see Odhinn on eight-legged Sleipnir riding towards the wolf, his dark blue cloak flying behind
him in his own wind. The Fenris-Wolf lurches forward suddenly; the jaws close on the Allfather.
Behind Odhinn rides the hooded, silent man who gave you the root: Vidar, begotten of Odhinn’s
fore-sight to avenge his father’s death. He leaps off his horse, running towards the Wolf. Fenris’ vast jaws
open again; it seems that Vidar has only leapt to his death in the Wolf’s great throat, but a sudden flash of
light bursts from its huge head. Vidar steps out, hood blown back and golden hair streaming free. His
burst of strength has torn the Fenris-Wolf asunder. A mighty blast of wind blows from the Wolfs ripped
corpse, blowing back Vidar’s hair and cloak as though he stood in the middle of a storm.
The loop in the root clouds again, and when you look up, Vidar is gone. You trace the retwisting of
the root, glancing at the Norns who spin silently on and wondering if the turning of Odhinn’s weird will
truly end at Ragnarok.
You return to your own body with the root, feet planted firmly on the earth, knowing the power
within you which you can reach at need through the rune nauthiz.
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