New Voices

Kespin felt different as he crossed. The voices in his head waned, all but one. One voice rang out clear, calling a name that was not his.
Standing before the newly risen Aesir, he felt like he was before an old friend.
Reaching for his tome, he found it replaced with a smaller journal, filled back to front with entries. It seemed that within lay secrets from all the realms.
"How curious."
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Erik looked at his reflection in shock. The spikes, while diminished, had remained on his form. As did the unearthly grey of his skin. As he was about to ask the others for a possible explanation, Jorrik was transformed into his true form.
A GOD ??
He had been traveling with an Aesir and hadn't known it, he had even been friendly towards him. Now that Heimdall had shed his mortal skin, he had no reason to keep such honorable habits.
Standing taller than the god, Heimdall was still imposing. This did not stop the Jotun from moving in front of him.
"The gods betrayed us long ago for their petty whims. What would stop you from siding with the goddess we seek and starting the cycle anew?"
Fury laced his words, his body tensing in rage.
To trust a god is to sign your own demise.
Dyvia intervened, tired of the giant stopping them at every turn.
"Shut it Erik. If he sides with her, so be it. If we don't move, we will be dead regardless!"