In the silent halls beneath Yggdrasil, the Norns gathered.
Their silver threads hung across the vast chamber like a web of eternity — each one representing a soul, a destiny, a story. But now, a new thread had appeared among them — one that glowed crimson and gold, pulsing like a living heart.
It did not belong.
It did not obey.
Urd, the eldest, watched it warily. "The Dragon's chaos has entwined with the Witch's will. Their union threatens the loom itself."
Verdandi traced the thread lightly with her fingers. "It is not mere love nor alliance. It is resonance. A harmony of creation and destruction… something that should never exist."
Skuld's voice was a whisper, soft yet sharp. "And if left untouched, it will remake fate."
The chamber shuddered as the crimson-gold thread pulsed again, defying even the power of the Fates. It was as if the universe itself had taken a breath — and refused to let go.
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The Restless Queen
Far below, in the depths of Hel, Hela sat upon her throne, tapping one finger against the armrest. Her connection to Raizel allowed her to sense the growing tension across the realms — the threads of destiny vibrating like plucked strings.
"Fate stirs," she murmured. "The Norns are watching you, my Dragon."
Raizel stood at the balcony overlooking the river of souls. "Let them watch. Destiny is nothing but a script waiting to be rewritten."
She smirked faintly. "Careful, Raizel. The last god who spoke like that was my father. And you know how Odin's story ended."
Raizel glanced at her, eyes calm and unyielding. "Odin played by their rules. I'm not bound by them."
His aura flickered, and for a moment, even the dead seemed to hold their breath.
The Chaos Dragon was awakening further — and the Fates were not pleased.
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Whispers Through the Void
In her sanctuary on Earth, Wanda Maximoff sat surrounded by glowing runes. Her crimson magic danced across the air, forming shifting symbols — each one ancient, older than language.
She had spent days trying to silence the voice inside her — his voice.
But every time she closed her eyes, she could feel him. Not in her mind, but in her soul.
When she finally spoke, her words were a whisper to the unseen.
"Raizel… what are you doing to me?"
A faint warmth spread through the room — gentle, but infinite. The candles flickered, the shadows bent, and a soft voice echoed across the thin veil between worlds.
> "I am not doing anything, Wanda. The chaos within you is merely remembering what it is."
Her breath trembled. "And what is it?"
> "A part of me."
The words struck something deep inside her — a memory not her own. Images flashed behind her eyes: a world of fire and void, where dragons and gods were born from chaos itself. And in the heart of it, two souls — one golden, one crimson — reaching toward each other.
Tears welled in Wanda's eyes. "We've met before…"
> "Long ago," Raizel's voice said, soft and sorrowful. "Before fate divided us."
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The Loom of Destiny Trembles
The Norns watched, their faces pale beneath their veils.
"The mortal remembers," Skuld said darkly. "The past life stirs."
Verdandi tightened her grip on the thread, trying to sever it — but each attempt only made it burn brighter, wilder. Sparks of chaos burst across the chamber, devouring strands of fate that lay too close.
"It resists," she hissed. "No thread has ever resisted us!"
Urd's expression hardened. "Then we do not cut it — we hide it."
She raised her staff, weaving runes of concealment around the crimson-gold thread. The glow dimmed slightly, muffled beneath the layers of divine power.
But even as they sealed it, faint cracks appeared in the fabric of destiny — tiny fractures spreading like veins of light.
"Contain it," Urd commanded. "Before he senses what we've done."
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A Shattered Vision
Raizel froze mid-step.
He felt it — a sudden pull deep within his chest, a severed connection. The resonance between him and Wanda faltered, the melody of their chaos twisting into silence.
"No…" he murmured, his wings flaring instinctively.
Hela looked up, startled by the surge of his aura. "What happened?"
"They tried to cut the bond," he said through clenched teeth. "Fate itself dares to touch what is mine."
The shadows around him rippled, and his Chaos Dragon God energy surged so violently that the walls of Hel trembled.
Hela rose from her throne, smirking despite herself. "So the Norns finally made their move."
Raizel's golden eyes burned with divine fury. "Then I'll make mine."
He turned toward the void above — toward the shimmering roots of Yggdrasil itself. "If they believe destiny is theirs to control, I'll show them what true chaos means."
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The Scarlet's Dream
That night, Wanda dreamt again.
But this time, the dream wasn't peaceful. She saw threads of light cutting through her vision — silver, cold, and endless. The Norns stood above her, whispering in a language she couldn't understand.
Then, suddenly, a hand reached through the threads — a golden hand wreathed in black flame.
Raizel's voice echoed, distant yet thunderous:
> "They cannot chain you. You are chaos — and chaos cannot be bound!"
Wanda gasped as the silver threads snapped, one by one, until the world around her shattered into a storm of light.
When she awoke, the walls of her chamber were scorched with runes — marks of chaos and death intertwined.
And far away, among the stars, Raizel opened his eyes.
The bond had returned.
Faint, but alive.
He smiled faintly. "No thread can hold what was forged before creation."
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The Loom Cracks
The Norns stood in silence. The Loom of Fate — the divine mechanism that governed all existence — was shaking. The crimson-gold thread pulsed once more, splitting their seals as if they were made of paper.
Urd dropped her staff in horror. "He's breaking through."
Verdandi backed away. "No… no being can breach the Loom!"
But before they could act, the chamber darkened — and golden light flooded through the cracks.
A single voice filled the halls of destiny.
> "You weave stories for gods and mortals alike… yet you forget one truth."
The Norns trembled as his form began to emerge — tall, radiant, his wings spanning infinity.
> "Chaos writes its own story."
The Loom screamed — and the Norns fell to their knees.
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[System Notification: Fate Interference Detected]
[New Objective: The Crossing — Enter Midgard to reclaim the Chaos Thread]
[Warning: The Loom of Destiny is Fracturing]
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