PROLOGUE: "VIKINGS WAR IN VALHALLA"
- KING WILLIAM STUDIO
- May 3
- 4 min read
Updated: Jun 15
"Vikings War In Valhalla: Prologue"
Cybrawl—a war-ravaged, industrialized planet on the far reaches of the known universe. A world of relentless innovation, where towering machines shape the future of existence. The "Droids of Cybrawl", highly advanced mechanical beings, serve as the architects of a grand cosmic project: the creation of "Higher Forms"—sentient energy-based lifeforms born from the conversion of pure cosmic particles into physical matter.
Using an advanced device known as the "Genesis Core", the Droids extract and refine energy from the vast unknown, carefully forging new consciousness from the very essence of existence. These Higher Forms, each unique in structure and awareness, are not imprisoned but carefully preserved, stored in a "pocket dimension"—a space beyond time—until the destined "End Cycle", when all shall awaken for their ultimate purpose.
A massive carrier ship—designation "Craft 64509"—approaches Cybrawl’s primary docking station, its mission precise and delicate. The vessel carries newly-formed Higher Forms, safely contained within crystalline capsules, ensuring their transition to the "Dimensional Vault". The Droids, methodical and efficient, prepare for the transfer with the utmost care.
Yet, within the vast complexities of even the most refined systems, error remains a possibility. As the unloading process begins, a "minor miscalculation" occurs. A careless Droid—rushed but not malicious—accidentally drops one of the capsules. The impact sends a ripple of energy across the docking bay. A hairline fracture spreads along the crystal’s surface.
The containment breach triggers an automatic response—alarms blaring, safety protocols engaging—but it is too late. From within the fractured capsule, radiant energy spills forth, twisting and expanding into its true form. Another soon follows, both glowing with an ethereal light, their awareness stirring for the first time.
The newly awakened entities, acting on instinct, perceive their surroundings with confusion and urgency. They are "not meant to be here", not yet. Unfamiliar with their intended fate, their first thought is "escape".
They surge through the steel corridors of the facility, slipping between vast industrial machinery, guided by an innate drive to flee. The Droids, recognizing the breach, react immediately—not with hostility, but with concern. They follow swiftly, attempting to intercept and contain the entities before they can destabilize or disrupt the delicate balance of their creation.
The Higher Forms reach the "wormhole generator", an unstable passage of shifting energies that links to unknown dimensions. With no time to process their choices, they take the only path available. A final surge of luminous energy—
They vanish.
The wormhole collapses, leaving behind only silence and the faint hum of machinery. The Droids stand motionless, processing the event. This was not an act of defiance, nor a failure of intent—merely an unexpected awakening, an anomaly in the grand cycle of creation. Though these two Higher Forms have departed ahead of their destined time, their existence is now set upon an unknown course. Somewhere beyond the reach of Cybrawl, the next chapter of their journey begins.
The Portal Opens.
The sky above the Arizona desert split open with a soundless rupture.
A jagged wound in the air pulsed over the sun-bleached hills—swirling with sickly hues of violet, crimson, and green. From the breach, five shadows spilled out, flickering like phantoms against the blistering blue sky. The Immortals had crossed.
No one saw them arrive.
The sun scorched the landscape. Asphalt shimmered under the brutal midday heat. Cacti stood still in the silent air. The only movement came from a convoy of semis and sedans on a distant highway, their engines humming as they passed, oblivious to what now drifted overhead.
The Immortals hovered above the power lines, warping the light around them. Static rippled through the electrical grid—streetlights blinked erratically, cell towers stuttered, and a drone monitoring traffic spun out of control and crashed into a mesquite tree.
Birds exploded into the sky in chaotic flight. Rattlesnakes burrowed deeper beneath rocks. A jackrabbit froze mid-step, heart racing before fleeing into the brush.
The Immortals were weakened from the dimensional leap. Faint. Fragmented. But their hunger pressed outward, searching. Scanning. They needed hosts. Earth was rich with life—dense with vessels of flesh and bone.
The largest of the five—Vargrom—drifted toward a distant suburban cluster. From here, only rooftops shimmered like silver scales under the heatwave. Lawns browned under water restrictions. Backyard trampolines sat unmoved. No humans in sight—only the occasional passing SUV, heatwaves blurring the license plate as it rolled past a blinking traffic light.
The Immortals scattered. One vanished toward the city outskirts, trailing a vapor of heat-distorted shadow over an abandoned construction site. Another glided over a rail yard, spooking a flock of pigeons from the steel beams. A third phased into the shadows beneath a freeway overpass, where concrete hummed with absorbed heat.
Their presence left a stain.
Where they passed, the temperature dropped slightly—imperceptible to machines, but stark to the local ecology. Plants wilted. Circuit boards shorted. Traffic lights blinked to red and never returned.
Far Above…
A satellite camera in low-Earth orbit momentarily glitched. Then a frame-by-frame replay revealed it—five distortions rippling outward from a pinpoint in the Arizona desert. The data fed into an encrypted stream, which pinged a long-dormant program buried deep in the archives of a hidden defense initiative.
The Valkyrie Protocol was reactivated.
Back in the Desert…
As the portal flickered and finally collapsed, a scorched metallic figure tumbled through—half-crushed, still sparking. Droid L-84 rose slowly from the sand, joints grinding, visor cracked. It scanned the sun-drenched wasteland.
No backup.
Only silence.
The hunt would begin anew—this time, on Earth.
"Vikings War In Valhalla: Prologue"