#+SETUPFILE: ../../../template/level-2.org
#+TITLE: epilogue
#+DATE: <2006-12-01 Fri>
#+AUTHOR: vaeringjar
#+EMAIL: vaeringjar@land
#+DESCRIPTION: 
#+KEYWORDS: edda

Epilogue, After the Doom



When an old fighter like me dies, another always steps up to take their place. And now I am dead, not like when I sacrificed myself on the World Tree, but something else. Many people, wise people, foolish people, desperate people have made their attempt to find out the truth about what happens when we die. Maybe it is true that some of the brave and the just people among us go to Valhalla or [Freyja's hall] to await a time when they are needed again. Maybe we are reborn again as something else. Others think we disappear after death, completely. And maybe some of us who simply need to rest will go to Hel to wait until the time is right for themselves, if ever that comes. There are so many variations to these afterlifes and rebirths. The idea of it is nearly universal.



But I will not tell you the truth. It is one of the greatest kept secrets and I would not break the ancient and sacred truth of it even for all the wisdom and knowledge in all the Gap.



My adventure is over now. Ragnarok has been stopped, or at least postponed, for now. My last hope is that you take my story now to let it serve as an example, however you wish it to, but preferably I hope that it sparks something in you. Go find your place and protect those you love from your own frost giants, winters, and famines.



The world is going to change.
