All hail Vidar....
Vidar!
Born from the loins of Odin...
And the loins of Grid...
With a steely gaze...
And an oath of silence...
Stood the powerful Vidar!
He confined himself to solitude...
In the peaceful and silent land...
Known as Vidi...
With only the imperishable forces
Of nature to accompany him...
Until the day of The ragnarok...
He swelled within Vidi...
Centuries passed...
Until the day a terrible
Winter lasting three years
Arrived...
Vidar readied his sword...
For this was the first sign of...
The Raganrok...
Vidar looked to the skies...
He watched as two fearsome
Wolves devoured...
Both the sun...
And the moon...
He took flight...
To the Vigrid Plains...
In the world of Asgard...
As he arrived...
He felt the great world tree...
Yggdrasil tremble...
In fear!
The battle had already begun!
Holding his sword high...
The silent god charged into
The heart of the battle...
He tore through the undead
Armies of Hel...
And slew the giant armies
Of Loki...
His bloodied sowrd glistened...
As he gutted...
And decapitated his enemies!
Vidar fought on...
Encouraged by his Father and
his brothers!
Then... As he tore an undead soldier...
In half!
He watched in awe...
As the great wolf Fenrir...
Shallowed his Father whole!
Filled with anger and hate!
Vidar let out a blood thristy battle cry!
He chased Fenrir...
And forced his iron-shod foot...
Into the mouth of the fearsome wolf!
His foot smashed the wolf's lower jaw into the ground!
Vidar grabbed Fenrir's upper jaw!
Strengthened by his hatred!
He pushed the wolf's jaw up!
Tearing Fenrir's throat asunder!
He tore wolf clean in two!
Though he was victorious...
His head hung low...
His Father was dead...