Tales of Old-The Fall of Surtur
Long before mans advances into technology they knew that magic and gods had existed but there was also the knowledge of demons. In ancient times a race known as the Jotun waged war against both the mortals and the dark elves while Odin stood aside knowing this was not his affair.
During the final days of the war the dark elves turned to the fire demon Surtur and his sword Twilight. Forged by his own hands, Surtur gave the sword the power to destroy entire worlds and after agreeing to help the elves against the frost giants he marched into Jotunheim and with his sword he laid waste to the land.
Each swing brought down entire armies, leveled fortresses, Surtur was legendary for his cruelty and his lust for chaos and destruction and just when it seemed like victory was in his grasp he suddenly found himself facing the all father himself in a distant valley beyond the last stronghold of the Jotun.
"All Father....."
"Surtur! end this now! the dark elves are no more. you have no need to be here..."
"Compassion has always been your weakness Odin...if you wish to stop me...you'll have to kill me."
"So be it..."
Odin had the only weapon capable of rivaling twilight; his spear Gungnnir. The moment he mounted his horse Odin charged forward with his spear ready while Surtur struck the first blow swinging his sword down at him blasting the ground beneath and sending a huge cloud of smoke into the cold air.
"Hehhh."
"You'll have to do better than that."
Odin emerged from the smoke without so much as a scratch enraging Surtur greatly as he gave another swing unleashing his massive power of fire and again his foe remained unharmed.
"I WILL TURN YOUR BONES TO ASHES!!!"
Being a wise warrior Odin knew his only chance was to tire out the fire demon and so he bided his time moving around Surtur on his steed making him miss and making him more angry as he roared into the sky while Odin remained calm and focused.
"Give it up Surtur. you can't beat me!"
Ignoring Odins plea Surtur continued to attack untill he became so exhausted that he was forced to use both hands to lift his sword and that is when Odin struck hurling his spear right into his enemies heart. The moment Surtur felt the sting of the spear his sword flew from his grip flying deep into the frozen wastes while he laid there in the cold snow feeling the life fade from him.
"This is not over Odin....I WILL return..."
Even though he faded into ashes Odin knew Surtur spoke the truth since the demon was born of flames and so as a precaution he allowed the sword to remain in Jotunheim where it could never be found but all this came at a price.
While Odin fought Surtur the Jotuns finished their campaign in Svartleheim; the homeworld of the dark elves. after eliminating their race the created glaciers to grind away all trees and grass leaving nothing but a dusty plain with a single pond of water.