As the blade of the last dead god fell to earth…

As water covered the last tree on the last patch of dry land…

As stormclouds covered the last patch of sky…

As the last hour of the last day of the last month of the last year of the thousand-year war known as Ragnarök ground to a close, a profound peace swept over the realm of Midgard.

The peace of death. For nothing living could be seen on the vast blue orb that was Midgard.

On Asgard, the surviving gods and goddesses ate a bitter repast as they wept in memory of the fallen. The scrying-bowl of the fallen Odin showed only a tempestuous sea, a cloudy sky - for all of Midgard now lay covered in water.

But even the saddest gods knew that their sadness would not last. The world rose and fell in cycles, and even Hel cannot keep a God in her hall for too long. Each of the Gods would serve a term of one thousand and one years in Hel, and then would walk the long and bony road to Midgard. And even now the first was walking home.

Slowly, surely, the waters that flooded Midgard began to recede. No sooner did the first patch of dry land appear than it split asunder, revealing a flight of bone-white stairs. And up these stairs strode Baldr the Bright, his blind brother Hodr leaning on his shoulder. Baldr had returned from Hel.

There, waiting for him, were the brothers Vali and Vidarr, sons of Odin both. Modi and Magni, sons of Thor, would soon arrive. They knew that the Bright God would soon return. And not alone.

Baldr gestured behind him, beckoning. Up the bone-white stairs climbed two humans, Lif and Lífþrasir. They had followed the Bright God from their hiding place in the woods of Hoddmimir's Holt; he had led them back to Midgard that they may re-people their race, the race of humans.

Together Baldr the Bright, Hodr the Blind, Vali, Vidarr, Modi, Magni, Lif and Lifþrasir, met in the field of Iðavöllr. They were the only beings alive on the surface of Midgard. High in the sky above Midgard circled the daughter of Sól and the night-goddess Nótt. Sól's daughter would follow her mother's footsteps, pushing the sun in its daily rounds; Nótt would push the moon at night until a suitable replacement for Máni could be found.

Thus was Midgard rebuilt again after Ragnarök ran its course.