Shattering Humanity

{While Shelly is sitting on the curb, Madame Fryer is unsheathed, and in the grasp of the Valkyrie descendant, with her eyes closed.}

Within Shelly’s breath taking Mindscape, the largest and most beautiful tree ever seen or told in any story. It is full of leaves regrowing and falling continuously.

All the leaves are going through their own individual aging process, making it steadily ’rain leaves’. The colors of the tree are continually shifting.

Shelly and the outrageously busty, dark skin toned, Madame Fryer are sitting underneath the tree.

However, instead of the completely white backdrop, now the tree is on a small grassy hill, fully surrounded by a clear blue ocean.

The "sky" is still pure white, but the calm blue water stretches passed the horizon.

The leaves that fall off the tree and float through the air, land peacefully into the water, and then sink out of sight.

Madame Fryer’s lava like hair and flaming dress, are accompanied by the sounds of crackling and popping like actual fire, but the few leaves that fall on the Norse Goddess don’t engulf in flames, they just softly land on her. She giggles and grabs a leaf on her head. Her red and orange makeup covered lips blows the leaf softly away, her devine giggle behind her red, orange, and yellow painted nails.

Shelly is looking slightly up, while sitting cross-legged, hands on her ankles, and her back against the strong trunk.

A drop of blood falls into the ocean and the quick diffusion of red blood in the blue sea, makes the color red disappear in an instant.

From the lowest branch of Shelly’s Yggdrasill , ’a man’, is hanging over the water, swinging by a noose and a spear going through his torso. Another drip of the man’s blood trickles down the wooden end of the spear and *drips* into the water.

Shelly: "So he’s hanging like this, on everyone’s personal Yggdrasill tree?"

Madame Fryer looks at her colleague from the realm of the Old Norse Gods.

Madame Fryer: "Mhm, anyone who has learned to read and write, no matter how advanced or abysmal their grammar may be, Odin will be there to suffer the actual truths from the imaginative to the intellectual intelligence of humans. It wasn’t until the Norse men were introduced to certain monotheistic beliefs, they acquired the such underappreciated skills reading and writing. However, the Völva and Valkyrie had already established such ways of learning and exchanging information, ever since the story of dear Ymir.

Right now, he is reading your own life story, rune to rune, word to a word, suffering and enjoying the moments in the ways you personally have been experiencing them."

Shelly looks upset, and passed the horizon. The sea isn’t moving from the currents.

Shelly: "I didn’t see him when you and I first met though, I’ve obviously known how to read and write before then."

The goddess’s lava hair bubbles more frequently and the flames of her dress grow as she has a good laugh.

Madame Fryer: "Teehee teeheeehee tehhheeee, cause we were on the other side, silly."

Shelly lets out a deep sigh but atleast with a smile.

Shelly: "Of course."

Another drop of blood falls into the blue water, and diffusing into nothing.

Madame Fryer: "Are you worried about MamMon’s abilty, Skalmö- I mean, Shelly my dear? Is that why you’ve summoned me to your Yggdrasill Mindscape?"

Shelly tightens her grip on her ankles.

Shelly: "Madame Fryer, you can call me Skalmönd if you’d like, I don’t actually mind being referred to it by you, since you’re a friend."

Another drop of blood drips into the blue ocean.

Shelly: "Do you really think I can be like her? I mean, it sounds like she was highly respected from the stories you and Laban have told me. I-I’m worried I can’t achieve that amount of greatness like my grandmother from almost 1,000 years ago was able to accomplish.

What if, in the end, my looks are the only thing I have in common with her?"

The overwhelming sun kissed chest of the Old Norse Goddess jiggles as she turns her torso. A comforting, dimpled smile on her gorgeous tan face.

Shelly, blushing, can’t help but glance down slightly at the unprecedented bosom before her, but she quickly shakes her head and looks back up at the gorgeous eyes of the Old Norse Goddess, with eyes of the sun.

Madame Fryer: "You have a lot more in common with your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandma than you know my dear. Thank you for considering me your friend, and if you want more godly constituents towards being as great as her, what that DaeMon said about Lil’ Lævateinn is true. His existence is so blessed in Seiõr, his name contains the ’ash’ only those of the Æsir can obtain and contain." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Shelly giggles at the name.

Shelly: "His name is ’Lil Lævateinn’? It coincidentally sounds like the name of the dragon monster who started all this. Leviathan."

Madame Fryer has a reminiscing smile while remembering her times with her godly friend, blushing.

Madame Fryer: "He’s a special little boy, and like all boys, he just needs a little bit of love from a motherly figure or true caring woman, and he will bloom into an extraordinary man of the future."

Her beautiful smile turns into a heartbreaking frown, her lower lip sticking out, quivering.

Madame Fryer: "But, when Skalmönd was defeated and we were all treated like objects that night, being passed around the campfire by those DæMons, out of all us who were taken, I was more concerned about Lil’ Lævateinn more than even myself. On that horrifying night, that terrible woman, that DæMon, when she first got him in her hands, he pricked her with his thorny handle."

Shelly’s expression turns to confusion and she waves her hands out of reaction.

Shelly: "Wait, I-I’m so sorry to cut you off Madame Fryer, but Laban said my grandmother would wield the dagger in her teeth like how I do with my katana! How could she hold a thorny handle by the teeth? Was it by the blade like the way I was able to defeat her?"

Madame Fryer wipes a tear and smiles off the young beautiful girl’s curiosity of her own lineage. She shakes her head, and her lava hair jiggles like her chest.

Madame Fryer: "Don’t fret, ’blooming Skalmönd’, your curiosity proves it’s more than those adorable looks of yours that you share with your family. But it’s true, when I first witnessed your fight with my captor, I couldn’t help but smile remembering how we would all work together and how much Lil’ Lævateinn laughed.

Yes, your grandmother would hold him in her teeth and sometimes Lil Lævateinn would prick her. However, Skalmönd never got mad at him, or scolded him. She would always give him a smooch on the blade and forgive the young man, thanking him."

Shelly’s face turns flush red, hearing about how amazing of an overall person her grandmother actually was, while hearing accounts from the immortal being who once helped her. She watches an individual leaf fall and land on Odin’s head.

Shelly: "I’m sorry for interrupting you before, Madame Fryer, please, continue."

The goddess takes a moment to think of the way she wants to address this information. She readjusts her flaming dress so her chest doesn’t fall out and continues.

Madame Fryer: "The night we were taken and separated from each other, MamMon took a knife to Lil Lævateinn and not only shaved off his thorns so she could hold and abuse his ability to control Seiõr, but changed his name and carved into his blade.

Like a real tough, brave soldier he didn’t beg her to stop and he didn’t scream or cry. He sat there and suffered through the pain of not only losing his Mama and sisters, but also his dignity."

Fighting back tears in her eyes, Madame Fryer gets surprised once Shelly quickly stands up. Shelly, darkness covers her eyes but she’s biting her bottom lip. The flaming goddess wipes the tears out of her eyes once again, looking up at the reincarnate of her dearest friend.

Shelly: "Thank you Madame Fryer, at first, I came here to ask if I could actually measure up to the ’greatest’ ever heard, seen, or told. But now, I promise I won’t stop fighting those DæMons until I am."

Madame Fryer sees Shelly as her old friend Skalmönd, the original goddess of Seiõr is hanging on her ever word like Odin currently is.

Shelly/Skalmönd: "I couldn’t imagine losing all the friends I have now and with a goddess as my witness, I swear, I’ll die protecting them if I have to."