Dax found himself standing on the rainbow bridge staring awestruck at the gilded gates of Asgard; the glorious home of the gods high in the heavens, with glittering roofs and golden towers rising way above the clouds. He found himself confused; he had done everything right. The Valkyrior were to pluck him from the battlefield and take him to Valhalla to join Odin’s army. Instead, he stood before the city of the gods where no mortal had gone facing Heimdall who guarded the gates of the golden city.
He could not speak or move. He was unsure what was to happen. Then the gates to Asgard began to open. A bright white light blinded him. Dax lifted his hand to shield his eyes and when the light faded Odin, king of the gods, stood before him, two massive ravens as black a
