Let us tell you a tale.
≈ III ≈
ii. The Making Of Rodensia
The great tree named Eredh grew on a small peninsula at the edge of Asgard, the home of the gods. Its great branches cast dappled shadows upon its tangled roots and the waters of the gentle stream that split its path, and were home to generations of mice and squirrels and chipmunks, and in the case of one small and furry family line, gerbils.
The magic that lived within Eredh gave to its inhabitants happy, healthy, long lives, unperturbed by the predators that would otherwise call these creatures supper. But one gerbil dreamed for more, skittering up to the tallest branches to watch the gods go about their great works on their high peak of Blademount.
Kevin the gerbil wished for power, you see. He knew not what he would do with it if he got it, but he wanted love and respect and excitement and perhaps a modicum of fear to keep things interesting. But he was just a tiny, furry little gerbil, none would fear him, not in the rodent utopia of the great tree, not when true power was so nearby in Asgard.
But as Kevin climbed the tree each day and wondered how he could touch the power of the gods, he noted a place, and what appeared to be a temple of some sort, set at the spot where the great river of the land split into a tributary that ran between the mountains and became the stream that ran around the roots of Eredh.
This was also the place where Asgard, Niflheim and Muspelheim touched, the light of the three lands fragmenting into a rainbow that arched across the sky, ending at the door of the temple.