Day 7: When Chaos Arrived

Written by The Guardian

Dec. 31, 2025

Waking up to the sound of the snoring was the worst experience of my life. Last I knew I was in a languishing bath with several maidens enjoying apples I’d stolen from Edun. The next, suddenly I was opening my eyes in a strange place. I’ve never known what it was like to exist in a sub-plane like this before but here I was.

I got up from my rather vulnerable position and tested my magick. Yup still worked like usual.

I cast a spell to clothe myself so I wasn’t bare skinned in this strange place. I looked around. All I could see was trees and forest so thick it was hard to see the sun through it. Was I in Vanaheimr? I wasn’t sure.

Something seemed unfamiliar about these particular trees and the sounds of the forest felt foreign and darkened. I could hear rushing water nearby so perhaps I had gotten right. Knowing me, I had probably pist off some Demi-god yet again  who thought they could teach me a lesson in whatever this was to be a lesson for? Humility? Hubris? Who knows? Who cares?

Well I cared but only because it was rather annoying to be found naked in a forest with dark trees and a cold atmosphere that spoke of ancient directives and foreign lands. I smelled what I could only describe as flowers and a wet dog smell.

My excitement couldn’t be contained…this had to be where my beloved child was?

I walked eagerly toward the smell of wet dog. It had to be Fenris. There was no way this wasn’t a divine intervention of some kind. I was eager to see my dear one. Instead, I was met by a wary white wolf with a gold collar around his neck and large sapphire on the collar.

“Who are you? Friend or foe?” Said a deep voice that resonated from the wolf.

I blinked. “You are not Fenris.”

“No, I am not. Again…friend or foe? You new to the system or an NPC? In any case you will have to come with me to get cleared with the council.”

I looked at him with a look of disdain. “I don’t have to do anything you say, wolf. You are clearly not Hróðvitnir. Good bye.” I began to walk away but stopped at a warning growl.

“I am not named wolf. My name is Wraith Lykaios. You are intruding on my territory. Explain before I drag you back with me.” The Large wolf leaned down in a pounce position.

I rolled my eyes. “Clearly, dog, you don’t know who you are messing with. I am the Great Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief and you will not contain me nor control me!”

Wraith growled. “Not another one of you! I really hate that we keep getting Gods and Goddesses inner world. Its high time to stop this mechanic immediately. Its getting annoying. Look you don’t mind do you if I just you know rip your throat out and try to eat you? It will hurt maybe but at least you won’t have to live with the nightmares of being told your not a “real god”

I rolled my shoulders and two daggers slid out from my sleeves of my coat. “If you attempt to murder me, I will defend myself. I’m not interested in being food. And I AM a real god.”

The wolf chuckled.

“Oh you think this is funny? Let me just say that you are not a good replacement for my beloved. So while your contemplating eating me, I’m going to leave.”

I began to cast a spell to teleport but the spell fizzles out. “Hvat í helviti!”

The wolf sits up, “Ah, magick doesn’t work like you might imagine inner world. Sometimes the narrator intervenes. By the way, narrator owns our asses. If they determine to troll you, good luck!”

“Excuse me what are you talking about? Narrator? This isn’t a story, dog. I am really Loki God of Mischief!”

The large wolf sits back on his haunches. “Poor puny god. We must have watched too many Marvel movies and somehow you were created? I don’t really know how Dissociative Identity Disorder works but the truth is you are just like me. A creation. A design. A cohort. You still are real and matter but you are no more important than I am.”

I glared. “Fight me.”

Wraith snorted. “Over what? You obviously are in denial about this reality. Where do you think we are?”

I look around. “A forest…your territory?”

Wraith nods his head slightly. “Duh.”

“And you are saying I am not a real god. How can you prove any of this?”

Wraith sighs and his tail twitches. “Have you fronted yet in the body? Do you know about what is going on in the um…real..er…material plane?”

I blinked. “Real world? Isn’t that what you were going to say?”

“No. We don’t say that. Its rude and makes us feel as if we aren’t real or don’t matter. So we prefer the term Material plane.”

I nod and frown. “And so, what’s fronting?”

Wraith gets up and shakes his fur. “Oh boy. You are new-new. That’s a real problem, isn’t it? Well I guess I must escort you to the main island and you can meet the council and then we go from there. There is a lot of information you are sorely lacking. You are a completely lacking the awareness of what and who you really are. You are what is known as a cohort and sometimes known as an alternate personality. We are currently in the brain of the main body.”

I put my daggers back reluctantly. “I resonate with that knowledge but I don’t believe it. I was sent here probably as punishment for my crimes against the Gods. I just didn’t think they would put me in a body like this. So, I’m on…excuse me…in…a human than?”

Wraith cackles. “Well human is a relative term with dissociative identity disorder. I mean the human body is relatively human. There are things about this one that isn’t exactly average. For instance, one of us can see auras and feeds psychically on people. One of us is extremely good at art and another can do opera singing. Each of us has our own unique abilities too both when fronting and inner world.”

I cocked my head. “I’m intrigued. Please tell me about these others…”

Wraith shakes his head no. “Absolutely not until you meet the council and clarify that you are not a threat to the system.”

 I sigh. "Fine. Where's this council?"

Wraith leans his head behind him, "This way."

I follow realizing that I wasn't sure if this was a good idea but determined to learn more, I followed behind him.

--The Guardian