Jack of the frost (eBook)

Olympus Apocalypse

Keith Jarvis jr. (Autor)

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2025
146 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
979-8-232-62013-4 (ISBN)

Infos

A dark shadow grows acoss Greece. Olympus has been at late frozen in fear. Reality has be changing. Zeus after meeting with the three sisters of fate was made adware that a norse god has travel through time and is attempting to kill his son Hercules before his birth. Hera forbiding Zeus to interfere leaves him no choice but to call about a norse warrior for help. jack of the Frost arrives at the Greek Pantheon with no knowledge how he got there is then asked by the king of the gods for help. Jack again takes up arms and faces a challage never imagined in his life time.

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Front Matter

The hum of Olympus, once a resonant symphony of divine power, had dwindled to a strained whisper, a testament to the disquiet that had settled upon the pantheon. Zeus, King of the Gods, found himself adrift in a sea of uncertainty, the pronouncements of the Fates a relentless tide threatening to engulf their ordered world. The prophecy – a champion from the Norse realms – was not merely a prediction; it was a divine imperative, a stark testament to the encroaching shadow of Loki and his insidious machinations. Hera, ever the pillar of composure, had articulated the gravity of their predicament with chilling precision. Their own oaths, forged in the sacred fires of Olympian law, rendered them impotent. They were bound, unable to directly intervene in a conflict that threatened to unravel the very fabric of existence. But this foreign champion, untethered by Olympian decree, was their only hope.

Zeus paced the celestial halls, his mind a tempest of strategy and conjecture. How could they possibly locate this prophesied hero? The Norse lands were a realm of myth and legend, a tapestry woven from different cosmic threads, utterly alien to the familiar expanse of Olympus. What currency could they offer? What plea could possibly sway a warrior from another pantheon, a hero likely embroiled in their own titanic struggles, to undertake a mission of such unfathomable danger? Loki, the master of deception, was not a foe to be underestimated. He thrived in chaos, in the shadows where truth and illusion blurred. The champion would need more than brute strength; they would require a mind as sharp as a shard of ice, a spirit as unyielding as the ancient mountains, and an intellect capable of deciphering the labyrinthine deceptions Loki would undoubtedly weave.

 

"A warrior," Zeus mused aloud, the words carrying the weight of apprehension and a nascent spark of wonder. "A warrior capable of confronting a god on his own temporal turf. This implies more than mere brute force. Loki is a creature of chaos and cunning. He thrives on imbalance, on the unexpected. This champion must be adaptable, capable of thinking on their feet, of seeing through the layers of deceit that Loki will undoubtedly employ. They must be a bulwark, not just of strength, but of unwavering resolve. A protector, not just of Olympus, but of the very concept of order that Loki seeks to dismantle." He stopped, his gaze fixed on the swirling nebulae beyond the Olympian citadel. "What manner of being could possess such a unique confluence of traits? A warrior who understands the ebb and flow of battle, but also the subtle dance of strategy? A hero who can withstand the temptations of power and the whispers of doubt?"

 

Hera’s presence was a steadying force beside him. "The Fates also spoke of resilience," she reminded him gently, her hand resting on his arm, a silent offering of support. "Not just of the body, but of the spirit. This champion will be thrust into a conflict that spans realms and timelines. They will be exposed to powers and entities beyond their usual understanding. They will face Loki, a being whose very existence is a testament to chaotic energy. To falter, to succumb to fear or despair, would be to hand him victory. This hero must possess an inner fortitude, a core of unwavering strength that cannot be broken, even by the most insidious of temptations or the most crushing of defeats." Her gaze met his, a shared understanding of the immense burden they carried. "We must trust in the Fates' guidance. They have shown us a path, however unconventional. It is now our burden to find this champion, to forge this unlikely alliance, and to imbue them with the knowledge and the will they will need to succeed."

 

A flicker of renewed determination ignited in Zeus's eyes. The Norse world. The very name conjured images of stark, untamed beauty: towering, snow-capped peaks, vast, frozen fjords, and the biting winds that swept across desolate plains. A land where legends were not merely told, but lived, where gods walked among mortals and the fate of worlds hung precariously in the balance. He envisioned a warrior, perhaps an echo of his own son, Thor, yet distinct, bearing a different fire in their eyes, a different rhythm to their stride. Someone who understood courage not as a mere weapon, but as the very essence of existence. Someone who would face the greatest of evils not with the arrogance of the unassailable, but with the quiet certainty of a duty that must be fulfilled.

 

"But how do we begin this search, Hera?" Zeus’s voice, though carrying newfound resolve, still echoed with the immense weight of the task. "The realms are vast, the paths between them shrouded in mystery. Loki, in his cunning, has chosen a battlefield where our direct influence is negated. He has created a sanctuary for his machinations, a place where our power is but a whisper, a distant echo. To venture into the Norse world, to find this champion, will require a journey into the unknown, a traversing of cosmic currents that even we have rarely navigated." He looked to his queen, his confidante, his partner in this perilous endeavor. "We cannot simply send a decree, or a summons. This must be a more delicate approach. A quest, in itself."

 

"Precisely, my King," Hera replied, her voice a calm balm against his rising anxiety. "The Fates have shown us the destination, but the journey requires our wisdom and our courage. We must find a way to bridge the gap between our worlds, to send a message, perhaps not through direct intervention, but through subtle signs, through whispers carried on the cosmic winds. We must seek out those who might possess knowledge of this distant realm, those who may have glimpsed its edges or heard its sagas." Her mind, ever sharp and strategic, began to weave a plan. "There are ancient oracles, beings who exist beyond the immediate spheres of influence, who might possess such knowledge. Perhaps the Sibyls, or other seers who have communed with the deeper currents of existence. They may be able to guide us, to point us in the right direction, to reveal the name or the lineage of this chosen champion."

 

"The Sibyls," Zeus mused, the very name evoking the ancient, enigmatic pronouncements of Delphi, their words often cryptic, yet always imbued with a potent truth. They had served Olympus for eons, their foresight a vital, albeit often perplexing, tool. "Yes, their wisdom could be invaluable. If anyone can decipher the Fates' pronouncements and reveal the identity of this Norse hero, it would be them. But even then," he continued, his brow furrowed with concern, "how do we communicate with them? How do we convey the urgency of our situation without directly violating the oath? The very act of reaching out, of seeking counsel, treads a dangerous line."

 

"Subtlety, my King," Hera reiterated, her voice a reassuring presence. "We must tread with the utmost care. We can send offerings, not of intervention, but of respect. We can manifest in dreams, in visions, not to command, but to inspire. The Sibyls are attuned to the whispers of fate. If we present them with the threads of this prophecy, the looming threat, the impossible constraint, they may well unravel the rest. They understand the delicate balance of cosmic law. They will comprehend the necessity of this unconventional approach." A subtle smile touched her lips. "And perhaps, in their wisdom, they will also understand the nature of the offering that would best elicit their aid. A gift of knowledge, a tribute of respect for their ancient foresight. This champion, this Norse hero, must be someone of exceptional character. The Sibyls might be able to divine not just their existence, but their worthiness."

 

Zeus absorbed her words, the intricate dance of divine diplomacy and cosmic law unfolding in his mind. It was a precarious balancing act, a gamble with the very survival of their world. But the alternative, the certainty of destruction at Loki's hands, was an abyss they could not afford to contemplate. The tremors that had shaken Olympus were more than just seismic shifts; they were a cosmic alarm, a stark reminder of the dangers of complacency and the limitations of even absolute power.

 

"Very well," Zeus declared, his voice resonating with a newfound, albeit cautious, resolve. "We shall consult the Sibyls. We will offer them our deepest respect, our most earnest pleas, and the full weight of the prophecy that has been laid before us. We will explore every avenue, however unconventional, to identify this champion from the Norse world. This Loki is a threat unlike any we have faced. He weaponizes our own laws against us, turning our sacred vows into chains. But he has underestimated the ingenuity of desperation, and the resilience of hope. He has underestimated our will to protect what is ours, even if it means forging an alliance with a stranger from a land of myth and legend."

 

He turned his gaze outwards, towards the vast, star-dusted expanse of the cosmos. The Norse world. A land of sagas, of fierce warriors and ancient gods. A place that, until this moment, had existed only as whispers in the celestial halls. Now, it held the key to their salvation. The path was uncertain, fraught with peril, but for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Zeus felt a spark of something akin to exhilaration. It was the thrill of the unknown, the challenge of a seemingly insurmountable task, and the burgeoning hope that somewhere, across the vastness of existence, a hero was waiting, ready to answer a call that would echo not just through Olympus, but through the very heart of the cosmos.

 

With a deep, resonant...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 13.10.2025
• Reihe/Serie: Jack of the Frost
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: Hercule • Loki • Magic • Norse mythology • Olympus • Time Travel • Zeus
• ISBN-13: 979-8-232-62013-4 / 9798232620134