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Greetings, one and all! The time has finally come to bring my drawn out trilogy to a close! But first, a little recap.

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The trilogy began a while back with The Quest for Valhalla, in which four heroes - Dan Beorm of the prison moon Isadora; Gormal Ironfist of Feylund; Vervalsing of Icaria; and Nargshir, also of Feylund - were summoned to Valhalla. Together, they infiltrated the Underdark, destroyed Valkrill's wellspring, and eventually killed Valkrill himself. However, above ground, things were beginning to happen. Vydar suddenly betrayed and killed Jandar, wiping out most of his forces. Utgar, at the same time, destroyed Aquilla and her armies. They then converged on Einar, and wiped him out as well. The four companions had been present at Liesic, Einar's capital, and Dan drank of the wellspring and dueled Utgar, but was defeated. He lived to transport Nargshir and Vervalsing, who had died, back to their worlds, however, and revive them at the same time.
In the Last Battles of the Valkyrie, it was revealed that Einar had lived. He gathered a small force, what was left of his army, and marched to the Volcarren. There, he raided Utgar's wellspring. Just before his forces were crushed by vampires, he dueled Cyprien into the wellspring and they were both transported to Feylund, where Cyprien defeated him. The remains of Quill’s army made a final stand against the marro, which ended in their inevitable defeat. However, by chance, a spark ignited the masses of peat beneath the swamp, causing gigantic fire that wiped out nearly all of the marro, and all of the hives.
Utgar proceeded to crush Ullar in a series of battles, until he, too, was killed. Previous to being defeated, Ullar had summoned an elf by the name of Dilmir who possessed incredible power, and he escaped.
Dan, Gormal, Francois (A knight sent by Jandar to aid them in the Underdark) and Ana Karithon (sent by Einar), Proceeded to Jandar's castle, unaware that Vydar had killed him. They were ambushed by orcs, however, and Ana was killed. Before Ana's death, Thorgrim joined them, a lone survivor of Jandar's forces. He was mortally wounded, and Dan was forced to make him invisible as they fled, so that the orcs would not desecrate him.
A kyrie of Jandar had fled to the Thaelink, where a new wellspring had been discovered, and it was now on him, Artorus, that the hopes of Valhalla revolved. In a great battle between Utgar and Artorus, Dilmir made Artorus's castle a giant avatar. Utgar shot a bolt of whitherwood at it, but was caught beneath it as it fell. The Last Battles ended with Dan, Francois, Gormal, and Dilmir killed by ice or orcs, and Utgar beneath the mountain that had once been the castle. In the epilogue, three mysterious kyrie transported the four heroes out of the ice, into the wellspring nearby, and back to their own worlds. Though it may not be obvious, that bit happened far in the future.

And that brings us to the third and final book in the Last Battle of Valhalla Series, Valhalla Reborn!
Note: Do not let the title confuse you. There is another Valhalla Reborn (1st edition) but that is not related to this. Part of the plot for this book is based off of it, that is all.
Now, before we begin, you should know something about me. I am a Christian, and I like to occasionally incorporate random 'points' into my writing. Oddly enough, this usually results in Christian points. I thought you should know that, for reasons that probably you could describe best. Just remember, you are always free to read something else.
So, on that note, let us begin, Valhalla Reborn!
WARNING: The plot may be mildly confusing. Things won't be explained fully until part three, so bare with me here.

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Valhalla Reborn
Part One: Rise of the Marro
Chapter One: Risen From the Smoke
A dense and dark mist drifted over all of the Ticalla, obscuring the wet ground and covering the pools of stagnant water. Small flames, born in a distant battle, still lingered in the peat-filled bogs, and lent their smoke to the mist, graying it. The dark forms of sodden trees, long since burned, hung at strange angles over the water, their forms obscured by the smoky mists. The entire swamp was covered by a dark shadow.
In the sickly green waters, something stirred. A ruined hand, skeletal and yellow, emerged from the stagnant pool in which its owner had rested for well over two years now. Beneath the mist, the creature slowly pulled itself out of the water, and climbed onto an embankment that was only slightly more solid than the water from which it had emerged.
The marro, with blank eyes of deep blackness, devoid of any color or surrounding white, looked about itself, searching the mists for something. No other creature moved, and no sound was to be heard, except for the live swamp occasionally sucking in its own muck.
Suddenly, as if pulled by an invisible cord, the marro lurched forwards, and began to walk through the sodden swamp at a determined, steady pace. Ten minutes of such walking brought it into a small clearing, with mist on all sides. A large rock was in the middle of the clearing, sunk partially in the water, and at a far edge, the ruins of a palm tree stood, bits of webbing hanging from it in the humid air.
The marro stumbled forward, and came to rest, with bent knee, before another, taller marro. This marro had truly seen his share of battles. Innumerable scars ran along the length of his decayed body, and any armor he had once possessed was gone, leaving gaping holes where it had once been genetically spliced onto him.
The first marro, a drudge, knelt before the second, acknowledging his presence in his mind. The second marro looked down on the drudge slowly, and sent a single telepathic message to his minion: “Dig.”
The drudge rose, went over to the rock in the center of the clearing, and began to dig under it, excavating the swamp slime that had resided there. After a few minutes, the marro struck some weeds, which he pulled aside, and then stepped back, arms hanging limply at his sides.
The second marro now cast his mind out over the swamp, searching for other survivors of the fire that had killed the hive and its lords, along with a good number of their minions. He soon found one, and summoned him as he had summoned the marro that now stood before him.
In a matter of minutes, the new marro arrived, brushing aside webs and tangled grass, which had somehow grown back after the fire. This marro was different than the first. It had two sets of arms, though they were latched together by strands of flesh. Its double legs, too, were similarly attached to each other, making it look more like two marro than one.
The third marro assumed a position next to the drudge, and the second marro went over to the stone, where he crouched.
Reaching under the massive rock, the leader felt skeletal flesh. Grasping it tight, he spoke words in the ancient tongue of the marro language, words filled with power from the marro’s first days. A green orb shot out from the marro’s arm, into the tangled mass beneath the rock. It glowed there for a few minutes, pulsating in and out, and then sank into oblivion.
The marro that had been summoned came forward, and began to pry the rock out of the swamp. It was heavy, and it was no easy matter to lift it. But, made oblivious to the physical stresses on their bodies, the marro labored until the stone had been heaved several feet away. In the hole where it had lain, a single yellow body lay, barely breathing, its life restored by the magic from the second marro. Its flesh had been blackened by fire, and burned away in places, but there was no mistaking it. The form beneath the rock was that of Ne-Gok-Sa.
Ne-Gok-Sa stirred feebly, barely strong enough to lift his own head. The rock that had fallen on him during the battle with Aquilla’s remaining forces had broken his body, killing him. Ironically, however, the same stone that was the means of his death was now also the means of his renewed life, for without it, the fire would have surely consumed him.
The marro that had granted the warlord life now turned to the third marro, the one with extra limbs, and motioned him forward.
The marro sprang forward, landing on Ne-Gok-Sa with a loud squelch. Once in place, its arms and legs began to connect to those of the warlord, feeding him new energy and splicing new limbs onto him at the same time. After about twenty seconds, the third marro’s head finally merged with that of Ne-Gok-Sa, leaving only one marro where two had been moments before.
The second marro, the one with magic, looked out over the swamp. All was silent, no creatures stirred.
Behind him, Ne-Gok-Sa slowly rose from his swampy grave, his head bowed, his arms by his sides. The second marro that had attached itself to him was completely gone, absorbed directly into the warlord, causing him to have the strength of two ordinary marro.
Ne-Gok-Sa slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. The dark mist of the swamp met them, and a red gleam could be seen within their dark depths. A faint grin began to trace up his beaten face. The time of the marro had come.

And yes, the first few chapters are rather lengthy.