"An axe-age, a sword-age, a wind-age, a wolf-age, before the wrecking of the world." Wearily he sank deep into his seat, "It is Fenrir's time, and it will be savage." "Laetitia. Such a free spirit, so unwilling to accept advice. She always has to find out for herself, an always has to act. How could a Vanirian become like her? We are a peaceful race, she is impulsive and violent. We love to give life, heal, grow things, she. . . she would destroy everything, given the chance." The second of the three Elders, Lesiye, was still staring at the door. He turned angrily to the senior Elder, Kvasir, named after the wise man whose blood gave the gift of poetry. "What is she, truly? I can no longer believe she is of the same blood as the people in this room, I have a right to know who her blood allegiance is to, as do those who live alongside her." There were a few muttered agreements, people had long suspected that Laetitia was not quite what she seemed - she was too fiery for their cool personalities. Kvasir looked at the worried faces in front of him, "I should have told you long before now. After Ragnarok Lif and Lifthrasir repopulated the new world. Their descendents began to exhibit either one or another of two traits. They either became war-like and passionate, or they became calm and nurturing. Because of the similarities to the two branches of the gods the people were named for those after which they took. The war-like descendents became known as the Aesirites, while the others came to be known as the Vanirians. We obviously survived. The Aesirites were scattered - their belligerence caused them to fight amongst themselves, they often took one another's lives. Their numbers dwindled. Their love of war was too great and surpassed their love of their partners so while very few Aesirites were being born, many were dying. Soon only the strongest were left. One of these, a man known as Huginn found his way to a clearing near our colony. A young Vanirian girl fell in love with him, and he led her back to the home of the Aesirites. There she bore him a daughter, but having learnt more of the Aesirite ways, hid the child, claiming it was still-born and had been buried. Once he left her again, she went quickly to the clearing where they had met, and left her child there. One of our people came across the baby, and carried her back to our colony. We named her Laetitia and raised her as one of our own. No one knew where she had come from. I made it my business to find out her parentage, I was worried she may show some unfavourable traits when older. As she has. Laetitia has more of the Aesirite traits than ours, taking too much pleasure from challenges and confrontation. She does however, have our love of plants, which may be what saves her from destroying herself. I do not know, but it is no longer our concern. We must make preparations to defend ourselves when the time comes. Mundilfi, you will come with me to search for Sigyn. We will do our best to persuade her to interfere and restrain Loki. Lesiye you will search out the Norns, attempt to restore their minds, or correct the weavings." With that Kvasir stood and walked towards a second doorway, opposite the one Laetitia had left by. The Vanirians slowly began to move away, no one noticing Sebastian had left long before.