It was a normal night in Asgard. The sky was dark as the guards made their rounds. The city was one of the most protected in all the nine realms. Usually, there was nothing much to worry about. It was usually just a boring night of walking around the boundaries, making sure no one was up to anything.
But this night quickly went from normal to anything but.
The guard that was guarding the southern boundaries heard the sound of a bird. He looked around, thinking that it was probably the kings ravens, but, instead, he saw a falcon. That was new. Falcons weren’t found in Asgard. They were in one of the other realms, mainly the one of the dark elves…
He heard the sound of marching then. That’s when he saw them. Hundreds of dark elves. His eyes widened and his hand reached for his sword to remove it from its sheath.
“We’re under attack!” The guard yelled. “Light the signals!” That’s when some dark elves blocked his path, stopping