Freya

 

It was a typical day in Asgard. The air was crisp and cold and the other Gods were eating and frolicking. Never mind that the Earth was being destroyed moment by moment. They did not care because Asgard was not impacted by all of the destruction. Freya drank from her cup and stared out over the landscape. It soon would be time to pick her warriors from the battlefield. This battle was taking place in a hot dry place. The battle had been raging for many years. Her exquisite red hair flowed behind her as she walked towards her chariot. Two sleek gray cats rubbed against her calves and stepped into position.

The chariot took off and she gazed upon Asgard as it disappeared in the distance. She approached the battlefield and glanced at the hundreds of dead people. For a while, it was only men, but now she had women as well. The humans finally had the good sense to bring female warriors back into battle. The bloodied and scarred bodies were scattered everywhere. The sound of explosions surrounded her and an odd smell filled the air. These weapons were so different than those of the ancient ones, but the results were the same. Death came in large numbers, and yet no winner was declared. She stepped out of her chariot, petting her precious steeds before walking onto the field. They purred and stood to wait for her to return.

Selecting her humans was always a challenging task. Did she pick the bravest? The most intelligent? The most attractive? She selected people who fell into each of those categories. When she raised them they stared at her and praised her beauty repeatedly. She nearly had half of the humans selected when she raised a man with amber eyes and curly dark hair because he was brave, intelligent, and attractive. He stared at her as if he were staring right through her. He did not praise her beauty. Instead, he said,

"Freya, you are loving and wise, please help us." He had recognized her for who she was rather than for what she appeared to be. She was well pleased with this human.

She took him to her chariot and shared herself with him. No matter how much passion she exhibited, he was able to absorb it. She had finally found a human worthy of her task. He could not resist her powerful Goddess energy. Freya lost interest in visiting other battlefields only returning to this place over the next several months. Each time she saw him, she would give him a task.

These tasks were all to help to stop the destruction of the Earth. He had so far successfully stopped the battle that he had died in by eliminating the need for oil, which had started the conflict. He had influenced leaders and new initiatives were being put in place to keep the earth, air, and water clean for the humans who inhabited it. With Freya's power running through him, he was able to accomplish nearly impossible tasks.

One day when Freya rode out to the former battlefield Loki followed her. He was not pleased with all of the changes that had been taking place. A destroyed Earth was much easier to conquer. He saw the human go to Freya and saw her power flow into him. Loki could not believe that she would degrade herself this way. Humans did not deserve the love of the Gods. Every once in a while there was an indiscretion, but this was far worse because it had been going on for quite some time.

Loki concentrated and the human took the shape of a boar. Loki laughed and returned to Asgard. He could not wait to tell the others about his gift to Freya. When Freya discovered what Loki had done, she was unable to reverse the curse. She called to the boar and he nuzzled her arm. Her tears fell to the Earth leaving gold upon the ground. She called the boar Hildisvini and allowed him to serve as an alternative to her cats. She was sad because she knew that she would not likely meet another human as wonderful as he was. She was sad because all they had done may not remain. She could only hope that other humans were inspired by her love and would carry on the changes.