It Ends

“So that is who you are,” Mane looked upon the axe in his hands with a complicated expression. Although the axe was heavy, and weighed as much as an actual planet, Mane was able to hold on to it steadily. It felt like a part of him; like a piece of his soul that had been missing for so long. It was only when he held on to this axe did he suddenly understand why he had the sudden urge to experience the world of axes and hammers; why he wanted to learn axe arts and understand the laws of destructive fighting. It was all because of this weapon.

When it appeared, Mane felt its cries and summoned it down to him. And when he held on to it, visions of its birth filled Mane’s eyes, and he understood everything. Now he knew of the man called Thor, and the sacrifice he had made; and he also knew of the one called Odin, who didn’t hesitate to send down the Spirit of his own weapon as a gift to his great grandson. Mane saw it all through the young spirit of his ax