Possibilites

My brain was still empty the next morning.

I awoke early, thanks credited to the blasted alarm. It was 6:30. I couldn't have returned to sleep, even if I tried, so I decided to greet the morning with open arms. I flung back the curtains. The morning was crisp and clear. I exhaled, and my warm breath covered the window with grey fog. The trees were shrouded in mist, it was all very mysterious.

"Good morning, England."

My morning reverie was abruptly disturbed by the entrance of Winston, bearing a tea tray.

"Good morning, Lady Croft. Breakfast?" 

"Of course, thank you Winston."

With that, he bowed briefly, smoothed down his suit jacket and departed.

***

Once dressed, I continued racking my brains, scanning all the knowledge I had around me, and trying to imagine a god's motives. It was all rather puzzling. He had never been short of good things. What more could he have desired? Well, there could only be one thing. Jormungand. That is, the Midgard Serpent. He had yearned to kill said beast, and legend recalls that he did, but only nine steps later did he succumb to its deadly poison. Maybe he wished for immortality, so he could see the beast, dead? But it wouldn’t make sense. If Thor was dead, then how could he desire? Perhaps he was stuck in some sort of limbo, and needed something to get out. Again I pondered. Then it struck me. If he wanted to break out of limbo, he would need a weapon of unmatched strength.  But was there such a weapon? His own hammer obviously had been. But what was stronger than Thor’s Hammer? I retreated for hours to the small collection of books that the fire gave mercy, and looked for weapons. Suddenly one particular item caught my eye: 

Brahmastra:  A weapon created by Brahma in Hindu mythology. Considered to be the deadliest weapon ever created, it can completely destroy surrounding environment, and is said to even make women and men infertile. It is said to cause a place to be barren for eons.

Well, if Thor was going to use anything to break out of inferno, there would be no better way to do it. There was however one flaw in my genius thinking: would Thor have even contemplated the existence of any other deity? Did he know of Brahma? Well, from what I’ve known of gods, they have their ways. And even so, anything was worth trying.  It looked as though I was headed for London, and the British Museum. I knew a curator there who would know exactly how to help.

It was exciting to know that perhaps, just maybe, I had found the answer, and Alistair seemed closer already.

 


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