Why were the gods so fearful of the 7th Supreme? Why did they fear the boy so much that his parents had to send him away? Why did they leave him stranded on the lonely planet of Zandor? Why did gods of such prestige and power like Ray and Alexis have to resort to such a means? And why did the Olympians and Asgardians – pantheons of great power and authority – have no choice but to stand aside, bidding their time and building up an army for the boy? Why? Why? Why? Why did they have to humble themselves so? To the point where even some of them were against keeping the boy alive for they feared for their lives as well. What could possibly cause one to conceive the thought of killing one of their family?
Fear
Fear was the driving force for many of the decisions people made. Just like determination was a powerful driving force, fear was also a powerful driving factor. And fear was the reason why the gods sought the head of the Supreme. There were too many gods to fend off, and when his existence threatened to start a large scale war that was bound to crush the very foundations of the Universe and reduce it to a ruins similar to the times of old – the times of chaos that decided the boundaries of the Universe and the demarcations of the heavens – they had to compromise. If not, the Universe will be destroyed. And they couldn't afford such a price. They couldn't plunge the Universe into chaos. They couldn't drive a cleaver through the peace they had struggled so hard to construct. So they sent him away; a boy weaning. They sent him off to fend for himself.
So what was it that made them so fearful? What drove them to chase after the life of a newborn? After all, no matter how sinful a man was, those sins never started in his infancy. They feared the boy because of the prophecy concerning him. One prophecy was scary, but could be ignored. But there were many prophecies concerning the boy. And several Oracles saw of those visions and shared in those testimonies. There were seven visions in total. A sevenfold prophecy. They conveyed the story of his growth and rise to power. Yet they all had one theme: destruction.
Every one of these prophecies told of destruction. It didn't matter what it was, destruction was at its end. Many had given up on the boy, escaping him rather than trying to help him. Yet one remained unmoved. There was one who strove to find a way to break the curse upon her nephew's head. She was a goddess known for her cunning war strategies and great wit. Her name was Athena. Born of the Night with the insignia of the owl she was. She scoured the realms, searching for something that would give her a clue as to what could overturn her nephew's fate. And it led her back home – to the Olympian Archives. So she locked herself up, not eating or drinking or seeking any of the pleasures of man. She did nothing but search for a clue; something; anything that would show her the way. And she had been there to this day.
"Mimir is one wise in all things. His knowledge is beyond the confines of this Universe. For he knows the mysteries that were in their entirety. Yet he was feared by the Universe Will and Odin himself for no secret remained hidden to the God of Wisdom. He was hunted down, and disappeared around the time of the Great War. No one has heard from him since for he didn't return to Asgard. Even the Spider Goddess is clueless of his whereabouts. Over time, Mimir's location became one of the 7 Great Mysteries; written down in the records of this Universe against his will."
Athena slowly read the text of the large scroll she had found a couple of years back. As she read her eyes shone with delight and expectation, and her hopes were renewed. Not like they had died anyway. She always read this scroll to reassure herself that there was always hope. Besides, she had managed to pass on her findings to one just as wise as she was – or even more so. And the one who hunted down the God of Wisdom was now searching for him.
"If anyone would know how to reverse Mane's fate, it will be one such as this. I am sure of this" Athena frowned and said. She reached out into her large cloak and produced a small medallion. This was a communication medallion. It was actually an Olympian tool. Just like the Black Book of the Asgardians, the Communication Medallion was highly functional and very useful. However, unlike the Black Book, it was highly specific and allowed only a two way communication. So only two people could share their thoughts. It was through this medallion that Athena kept in contact with the one who searched for Mimir. The medallion shone faintly with a message.
"Access messages," Athena gently rubbed the medallion, and the image of a man entirely covered in a black robe with two black ravens on his shoulder appeared before her.
"Odin," Athena furrowed her brows and said.
"Athena. I hope you are well"
"I am better than you," Athena chuckled lightly, and Odin's image leaked out a rare smile.
"You are one to talk. Even your hair is a mess. When was the last time you had a good night's rest?" Odin asked in concern.
"This is coming from the god who once told me that sleep was only for the dead and the clueless? Yeah right." Athena mocked, causing Odin shake his head with a wry smile.
"I presume that there is something important you want to tell me?" Athena dove straight into the heart of the matter. While exchanging pleasantries with a wise and intriguing god like Odin was soothing to her, every second lost was an opportunity to find a solution faster gone.
"I found a dimensional gap," Odin announced, and Athena's expression switched to interested and expectation at the same time.
"What did you do?" she asked
"I tore it apart to get a better view," Odin pointed at Gungnir in his hands and said.
"A bit violent, but a viable approach nonetheless," Athena's brows twitched when she heard his method, but she didn't argue against it.
"Indeed. I admit that in my eagerness I used the crudest of means. But it was worth it." Odin replied.
"What did you find?" Athena asked.
"A whole new galaxy the size of three heavens. It is one that knows no filth or life. It has an energy so pure that and untainted; an energy undivided. It is true utopia." Odin had a look of admiration and a bit of infatuation on his face as he spoke. His eyes flashed brilliantly like a youthful man lost in the throes of passion, and his description of the place had Athena sharing in his emotion.
"And Mimir?" Athena asked the most important question. A new galaxy was great and all. But the only reason why they were searching for something like that was because they hoped to find the Well of Mimir. They hoped to find the God of Wisdom. After all, they had scoured the entire Universe for him, yet he remained hidden. So there were only two options left.
One: he was in the Dark realm. This option seemed unlikely, for running to the Dark Realm, even for the one known as Mimir was suicide. And with his level of understanding of the Universe, he of all people understood just how dangerous the Dark Realm was. Many could only speculate, but he knew exactly what was there; the monstrosity that remained unsated. So he would never go there. And that brings us to option number two.
Two: he had escaped to another dimension; an all new galaxy. It sounded farfetched, but when you were as knowledgeable as Mimir, you were certain to know a few things that no one else did. After all, who would find him if he fled to a place where he was unknown? Athena and Odin had only come up with such a thought when they remembered that there was another such dimension; one that was tethered to Asgard – the Dreamscape. If there could be such a universe, how could there not be another. However this Universe – the True Universe – was vast, and travelling to the end of it took 1 quadrillion light years. Even with Odin's impressive speed, he could only get to its edge in less than a couple of days. If he used his mount, he could get there in an hour. But to search the entire universe was different from travelling its width. And it had taken a decade to finally see some result.
"He is near. I can sense his Well; and he can sense me." Odin's response was a positive one, and it had Athena who had long learned to control her emotions squealing in delight like a common church mouse. Her pretty face reddened in excitement as she picked herself up from the ground and announced,
"I'm coming there. Send me your coordinates."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Odin shook his head in disapproval.
"Why?" Athena furrowed her brows impatiently.
"I am trapped here. Without Gungnir's Spirit I cannot break through." Odin explained.
"Who would…" Athena started before her speech was cut off – willingly.
"You mean…" she frowned.
"Yes. They couldn't wait any longer. Loki made a move. And that means that that knucklehead you call a brother had also made his move. And he would obviously like to 'take care' of those he considers a threat to his rule." Odin refused to call Ares by his title or even his name. To him, that was below him.
"In the end, brother couldn't hold back," Athena sighed painfully. Why was this the destiny of Olympians; father killing son and son killing father? It was a cycle of treachery and vileness she hoped to never see or experience again. Yet it had returned. And it was likely to throw the Universe into turmoil.
"I hope Father is okay," Athena mumbled.
"That old coot is probably fine," Odin waved his hand dismissively, causing Athena's eyes to twitch in annoyance. If she was there right now, she would have punched him in his face.
"I have known that brat for as long as my memory begins," Odin started and said exactly what Ray said to Butler Fin, "If he could be killed so easily, I would have killed him already."