I was born to Odin and nine mothers, I was chosen by my father to watch the realms until the time comes when I will sound Gjallarhorn, warning the Aesir of Ragnarok’s coming. I wait in a tower in the Bifrost. I can hear the grass grow, miles and miles away. I spend days without sleep, watching for the Ragnarok, against Loki I will fight, and then the end begins. I know that I must fight Loki, but I also know that he is my friend, I only pray that the prophecies of Ragnarok do not come true.