On the road to Valhalla Picture

On my way to Valhalla. I grabbed a twelve pack at the village store at the bottom of the hill. I was on my way to visit my cousin Odin. Now Odin was a big boy, some considered him a God, But to me, he was just a fat redneck from Iceland. A Viking yes but a God give me a break... He ran this club in Asgard. It was at the top of the mountain and the view was the shit. It was a place for the chosen dead to hang out. The fallen warriors of battles sat around and shared stories about battle they had fought and monsters they have defeated.
Ass-guard what a funny name huh? A little homophobic I reckon.

About half way up the path I ran into these four really hot witches and introduced my self. “Howdy, I’m Hans.” I proclaimed. “ Whatcha doing ? “ They were real friendly and started telling me of their quest. I knew this was going to take a while so I popped me open a cold one and sat on a big rock, making sure the rest of the beverages were in reach. The sun was beginning to set and the evening was going to have a chill to it so I started a small fire and we all gathered around.
The story I was hearing was shocking to say the least. It seems that most folks were getting their facts messed up. They some how were mixing stories and cultures and the biggest twisting of truths were being made by none other than Titania the Queen of the Fairies. That reminds of an excerpt from somewhere.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in

Most legendary and mythological creatures stay within their own realm. They all have a time, a place, and a story to pass on. It’s how it works, It’s what we are taught in school when we get our learn on.
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