Eldest of the Gods

The Beginning of the End - Silas

Silas felt like a million bucks, until he stopped swinging the sledge hammer that is. It was nearly quitting time now and Silas really didn’t want to go back to his apartment and be by himself; he knew what demons were waiting for him there.

Silas drew his forearm across his forehead, wiping the sweat from his brow. Everything always seemed so right and effortless when he was swinging a hammer, driving the huge metal spikes they used in their construction. No one on the crew could swing a hammer like Silas, he took pride in his endurance and strength. But when the swinging stopped, real life came crashing back.

Silas pulled off his hard hat and started walking towards the exit of the construction site, carrying his sledge casually tucked under his arm.

As he walked, he felt a heavy hand come down on his shoulder, “Silas,” a booming, jovial voice said, “Let’s go grab us a drink or two, on me of course, I’ll even give you a ride home afterwards so you don’t have to take the bus. There are some things we should talk about anyways.” Mr. Thursday always seemed happiest when it was time to go grab a beer, and to be honest, sometimes his bosses eagerness to eat, drink and be merry got on Silas’ nerves. But it’s better than being at home by myself, staring at the tv.

Mr. Thursday led Silas over to his very large pick-up truck and they both got in. The drive to the nearest bar took only a few minutes, as Mr. Thursday wasn’t interested in spending a long time driving, he simply wanted to have a beer.

They pulled up to a dingy looking pub and Mr. Thursday led them inside. It was dark and it reeked onf smoke. After taking a seat near the back corner of the room, Mr. Thursday ordered two pints. Once they arrived, and the waitress left, Mr. Thursday turned to Silas, a serious look on his face.

“Look Silas, I’m not really that good at this sort of thing, so bear with me. First, your worth is far greater than you would imagine. Second, I am more to you than simply your boss. Third, my Father has need of you right away, and fourth… well, there really isn’t a fourth, so I’m going to drink some of my beer.”

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Silas smiled broadly at the beer and proceeds to take a long drink, only half listening to his boss.
“Boss…first, huh? Second, what are you talking about?? Third if you need my help for a job just ask, theres no need to use your father as an excuse. and fourth i agree!” and proceeded to take another long drink from his glass

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Thor

“Ah, dammit, I said I’m no good at this crap. Alright, I’m not much for pussy-footing around, so here goes, my real name is not Mr. Thursday, it’s Thor, Odinson, and I am a god. You are my offspring, your mother and I, well, you understand what it means that you’re my offspring, no sense getting graphic. And when I say my Father has need of you, I really mean that my Father has need of you.”

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Silas gives his boss a look of utter disbelief, the doubled over in laughter. Wiping the tears from his eyes he looked at his boss “…god you’re serious!”

“Boss you gotta lay off the booze. its messing with your head.”

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Thor

Mr. Thursday sat for a moment simply staring at Silas. Barely contained fury clearly visible in his eyes, “Boy, I am not accustomed to being named a liar or a fool!”

Mr. Thursday stood up and stalked out of the bar. He was only gone but a moment, but when he walked back through the door he was carrying Silas’ sledge.

Mr. Thursday sat down at the table again, “I should not have lost my temper just now, I apologize. If you require proof of my words, you shall have it.”

He placed the hammer on the table in front of Silas and then reached across the small table to grab the spark plug Silas had hanging around his neck. He took the spark plug is his large hand and grumbled under his breath a little. Sparks and little tendrils of electricity danced over the spark plug.

Still holding the spark plug, Mr. Thursday spoke, “Sixteen months ago you were in a bad car accident. Some fool crossed the centre line on the highway and hit you head on. The other driver was killed instantly, but you survived. A truck driver named Eric arrived at the scene and pulled you from the wreckage. After Eric checked on the other driver and determined he was already dead, the two of you sat there waiting for emergency services to arrive. You were amazed that you weren’t more injured and you mentioned that it may have been better for everyone had you been the driver that died. Eric was kind to you and spoke to you of the value of a life and persuaded you that there is hope. Then Eric pulled a spark plug from your demolished car and gave it to you as a reminder that sometimes a small event, like a spark, can release immense potential. When emergency services arrived, amazingly Eric was no where to be seen. You remember this night? I know you do. I remember as well; it was I that named myself Eric.” While Mr. Thursday spoke Silas met his eyes, they were dancing with tiny bolts of lightning.

Mr. Thursday dropped the spark plug which then bounced against Silas’ chest, still cool to the touch. Mr. Thursday stood up and said “Pick up your hammer and come with me.” as he led Silas out of the bar and towards the nearby alley.

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Silas
Silas stared at his boss with mixture of fear and curiostiy . he quicky grabbed his hammer and ran after his boss. “Boss whats going on?”

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Thor

Mr. Thursday led Silas into a nearby alley secluded from the street. He turned to Silas holding out his hand and said, “Give me your hammer.”

Silas handed Mr. Thursday his sledge and Mr. Thursday inspected it closely, “Yes, this will do just fine I think”, with that, Mr. Thursday turned and heaved the heavy hammer away at a forty-five degree angle. Silas was both amazed and distraught, amazed at the unbelievable strength Mr. Thursday displayed, and distraught because it was his hammer.

The hammer soared, straight as an arrow for hundreds of metres before curiously slowing, turning and flying straight back towards Mr. Thursday. Thursday casually held out his hand and caught the handle of the hammer with a loud ‘SMACK’. Mr. Thursday held the hammer out towards Silas, “It is well that you have chosen the hammer as your companion. Here, take it and claim your birthright.”

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“Holy Shit!” exclaimed Silas
Silas slowly took the hammer from Mr Thursday, or is it really Thor, Silas was starting to beleive him. He looked at the hammer in his hands, it felt…right. he touched the spark plug at his chest. he could almost feel it surge with electricity.
He looked at Thor…his real father…in wonderment. “wow…you’ve been there since day one haven’t you?”

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Thor

“Finally you are hearing. I have been there for you. Generally I have not been the greatest of father figures, I fall far short of the standard set by mine own. But there is something about you that I like.”

“But enough, I said my Father has need of you and I mean it. It is time for you to leave this mortal existence behind.” Thor lifted his hand to his mouth and whistled an ear piercing note. Nothing immediately happened.

Thor glanced over at Silas and said, “By the way, I think that tatoo I did for you is pretty nice too. It also contains power you are due.”

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Silas
“you keep mentioning power that im due nad birthrights…what do you mean?” Silas asked, still reeling from the situation. “…wait what do you mean by ‘leave this mortal existence’ ?”

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Thor

“Your hammer, tatoo, and now this sparkplug you wear, they all contain power which is yours to command. Gifts all, from me to you, father to son. I will explain more of their abilities once we are well on our way.”

“Think boy, you are the son of a god, and thereby half-god yourself! It is not true blood that runs through your veins, but the Ichor that is the lifeblood of all of the gods. But even gods have enemies, and it is time you came to know yours. The gift of Prophecy is not one that I possess, but the life of a normal man is not one you will live; you are meant for greater things, and the day will come when the Earth trembles under your feet, so says my Father.”

Just then, the strangest thing Silas had ever seen came around the corner of the alley, a war chariot, pulled by two goats. “Ah! My chariot awaits! Let us be off boy, we have places to be and you have people to meet. Come!”

Thor took Silas by the hand and pulled him up into the odd chariot. The goats reared up once or twice and launched into motion, pulling the chariot into the sky.

The Beginning of the End - Silas
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