You've got to LISTEN to me, mother! When Chronos sent me to this land's past, I saw firsthand what our future could be!
What nonsense are you spouting, girl? Your rambling sounds like a desperate ploy to get out of the VERY respectable blind date I set for you!
RRRGH! MOM, we MUST regain our favor with the Northern Divines in order to stand a chance against the Tyrants when they return!
Feh! Beg to beasts when we could be doubling our conquering efforts? What a colossal waste of--
(Come with me, you petty, squabbling humans! There is precious little time to explain.)
Un-claw us, you stinky beast! Where in the seven seas have you taken me and my useless daughter?!
*SIGH* Mother, this is Midgarden, where the Northern Divines live. Though it looks STRIKINGLY different since I saw it last.
Everything is all jumbled up. What's happened here, Thor Dragon?
Eh? You're talking to that dragon as though you understand it! Finally lost your marbles, have you?
(Your parent is as annoying as a hungry dragonfly, Eliza. Come, follow me -- you will understand in due time.)
(You shouldn't have come here, but I'm happy you did. Now we get to have some fun before Midgarden disappears from this world!)
Midgarden will disappear?! Hmph! You're not the Loki Dragon I remember if you think that'll happen!
(That's right -- it's different from the Loki Dragon we know. As annoying as our Loki is, this one is even worse...!)
(A rousing battle! You may have beat me this time, but you won't stop the rest of the Chronosian Divines!)
(We'll lift the Great Tree and all of Midgarden up into the heavens. It's all a little grave for me, but your Earth has become too troublesome.)
(It's for the best, you see! We know of the destruction the Tyrants will cause. We must ensure our safety...)
So it's true, then! What I learned in the past is true! The Tyrants will return with more power than ever before!
Do you believe me now, Mother? We must convince ALL the Northern Divines to stay and unite against the Tyrants...
Or they'll turn our world into a nightmare! I'm talking FAR worse than the mandatory traditional Viking dance lessons you wanted to impose!
For all I know, you could be playing one of your little pretend games -- remember how you used to do that? Your best friend was a pebble named Peebo.
MOM! Can we PLEASE just listen to the god dragons?!
Ugh. I'd recognize this stench anywhere -- we're in Hel's Swamp. If one can call this maze of disintegrating wetlands a swamp...
What, suddenly you're a dragon swamp expert? A tip from your mother: Don't lead with that on your blind date.
Mother, did you conveniently forget that one time I nearly won a tournament right here in Midgarden?
"NEARLY," my dear, is the key word!
Be careful, mother -- the Hel Dragon will take your soul if you keep loudly and incessently nagging!
Don't you lecture me on my own patron Divines, whelp! I know very well what the Hel Dragon is -- it punishes unruly little girls like you!
(Now that I have seen your strength, Vikings, my mind is somewhat soothed.)
(The Chronosian Divines are more powerful than any soul I have ever encountered. I understand their actions, but we cannot let them win.)
(Perhaps my kin were too quick to denounce your people... Perhaps what the world needs, once more, is a wily Viking savior.)
Are we done here, Eliza? The stench is worse than your brother Olaf's sock drawer.
We're on to something, I know it. The Thor Dragon and Hel Dragon are already on our side -- we can convince the rest to join us!
I still say this is a fool's errand. Bargaining with dragons is a waste! They're swayed by treats, a good head thwomp, and little else!
I've learned that dragons are far smarter than you may give them credit for, Mother... If only you could actually listen.
Hmph... Well, lead on if you're so smart.
Ah! Look, over there!
What? More trouble?
No, no, it's a longhouse there in that tree. And lookout towers! Just like the village I grew up in as a girl...
I remember running up and down those towers, staring at the sea, and dreaming of the places I'd explore. I suppose I've reached the final frontier...
... I'm sure that little girl you used to be would be proud of you, Mom.
(We've come across a very old type of dragon. These cousins of mine originated in the ancient past, when your human Tyrants first seized power.)
Could it have come through a time portal?
(Perhaps. Maybe it arrived the same way the Chronosian Divines did. Either way, it must hold valuable information. Let's battle it!)
Hmph! Couldn't have said it better myself!
Look at this -- the Rune Tech Dragon's got circuitry on its underbelly...
(Hehehe! Stop! That tickles!)
I know of a certain tech expert who can examine this when we're back on Earth. I'll get Ned to call on Otto... IF he can be trusted!
I know what?
You've become fairly capable, Eliza. I'll admit, I'm impressed by your abilities. You're... ALMOST as strong as I was at your age.
Err... Thanks, Mother. I think.
Ahh, feel that unbearable heat? All this magma reminds me of your poor late father.
Why on earth is that?
When the old codger tried to tell me I wasn't seaworthy, I pushed him right in to--!!! Er, I mean... he was hot?
I'm going to pretend I never heard any of this.
Heimdall Dragon! Forgive our past transgressions and join our fight against tyranny!
(... Well-spoken as that was, human, Heimdall cannot hear you. It's far too focused on listening across dimensions for more signs of danger.)
(It is a mighty task my cousin has undertaken... but we might be able to snap it out of it with a rousing battle!)
(Urgh... my head... I thank you for bringing me back to our present reality. I hate to say it, but I am truly overtaxed...)
(I feel I can no longer adequately protect Midgarden. But... despite everything, I do feel I can trust you Vikings to do the right thing...)
(Am I correct? Can I put my trust in you, our allies of yore? If so, I will lend you my remaining power.)
For the first time in history, I vow that you can trust us!
How are you faring, Mother? We're nearing the top of the Great Tree, and the going will only get more difficult...
Don't pity me, child! I'll get this over with and return to my Dragolandia-reconquering efforts in no time!
*sigh* I wish I could make you understand -- we need to stand TOGETHER with the Dragolandians, insufferable as they are!!!
I know that "listening" is your one weak point, Mother, but you'll need to do it if we want these powerful dragons on our side!
Now THIS is interesting. It seems the laws of gravity don't even apply up here! I'm starting to appreciate the power of these Chronosian Divines...
To do THIS to the Great Tree is... well, I didn't think it possible. And I think of everything!
NOW do you see how serious this is?! I swear, Mother--
Hush! Do you hear that...? A faint, sad roaring on the wind... Let's find out what it is, and beat it up!
O-Odin Dragon! I... *gulp* I allied with you once in the past! You recognized my power! I-If you remember anything at all, I--
(Speak with confidence, human!!! Be like a dragon, and show no fear! Our foe is strong, but we are tenacious!)
Speak up, child! You are a Viking, and fearlessness is in your blood! This dragon is strong, but we're stronger!
Eh? Why is the Thor Dragon looking at me like that?
(Chronosian Odin -- if you ARE Odin -- was that you making that mournful cry? Why? Aren't you getting exactly what you want?)
(My whole life has been a glorious search for knowledge... but I've been altered. Every bit of knowledge has been programmed into my brain by Tyrants.)
(I can wonder and ponder no longer. I am cursed with knowing all, cursed to be a knowledge base for the Tyrants.)
Wh-What did you say? The TYRANTS did this to you?! Just what are they capable of?!
(Human child, I can only offer you what I have in my database: Chronosian Divines like me are simply the Divines you already know, but changed forever.)
(In the future I am from, the Tyrants captured us and altered us with their technology. They sent us through time rifts to create havoc.)
(It shames me to admit: We are afraid of the Tyrants. This is why we wish to retreat with our homeland far into the heavens...)
Odin Dragon, if you join us, I promise you we can crush the Tyrants and undo all this damage--
(My database doesn't support this claim. But I am not the one you must convince. Go, further up the Great Tree...)
This is the seat of the Odin Dragon, if I remember right. But who could be here now? Whoever they are, they'll HAVE to listen to me...
Mother? It's PAINFULLY strange for you of all people to be at a loss for words.
I'm just thinking; perhaps I'll cancel your blind date...
(Grrrrgh! Leave me be, you fools! You must let me concentrate--)
Chronosian Frigg Dragon, I know that you can see the fate of all things! Please, listen to me and your old comrades--
(I said LEAVE ME BE!!!)
(... I've been wracking my brain in the private solace of the Great Tree... trying to find any fate... in any timeline or dimension... where the Tyrants lose.)
(I think -- maybe, just MAYBE -- I have found that single fate right here.)
(I thank you for defeating me. I hope you don't prove me wrong, humans -- my whole family is at stake.)
Er. Mine, too...
(Humans -- we have put a stop to our escape efforts. You've convinced us. We will stay, ally with you and our past selves, and fight the Tyrants.)
(As of this moment, the ancient bond between the Northern Divines and the Vikings has been re-established!)
*SIGH* Oh, thank CHRONOS! For a moment there I didn't think it would work out! Now we can-- Huh? Mom? Are you... crying?
*sniffle* Don't look at me! I got a glob of dragon spit in my eye is all!
You've turned out very different from me, Eliza. Maybe that difference will change the world... or at least land you a better date.