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a scowl of mad delight, showing distrust to the boy that had appeared in the magical chair.
    “Thought you could slip past the mighty Odin, did you?” he said in a deep, commanding voice. “Thought you could just magically appear and I wouldn’t notice you? Ha, but I do have you now … don’t I? I scoff at your foolish attempt to usurp me!” he added with much conviction.
    “Odin, it’s me,” said Ethan nervously. “It’s Ethan!” He squirmed in the chair as he leaned back, attempting to create distance between the sword tip and his neck.
    Odin squinted his eyes and leaned forward a bit. He studied Ethan’s face carefully, looking for a reason to doubt the boy’s claim. “That’s what you would have me believe — how do I know it’s really you?”
    “You’ve been my caretaker for three years!” argued Ethan.
    “Prove it,” challenged Odin.
    “Prove what? That you’re my caretaker … or that I’m Ethan Wright?” asked Ethan, confused.
    “You’ll do both if you know what’s good for you!” answered Odin fervently, dramatizing the sword tip at Ethan’s neck.
    Ethan’s eyes grew wide as he realized how serious Odin really was. He spouted off words as fast as they came to him. “Loka Tattur hired you to be my caretaker shortly after my father Thomas Wright went to chart new areas as a mapmaker and never returned home — shortly after a youth sword competition my brother Isaac went missing. Later on I found out about the Curse of Silence and how it ended and I was punished by you to go help Wegnel collect poison spikes from a legendary creature and traveled through the Oroborus where I was hunted by a Stonewolf and eventually fought against the most dangerous Mitan in Alfhemir which later on I discovered was only a trap and he still threatens to destroy me and my friends in a great Game created by the two conflicting Oroborus’!” Ethan gasped for breath, his chest heaving. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he anticipated a response from the violent version of Odin.
    “Oh! So it is you, Ethan — can never be too careful these days,” he said plainly. “You can call me Odin the Mighty!” he announced in a deep and commanding voice. The caretaker lowered his sword and Ethan was just about to get up, when Odin lifted the blade back to the neck of his quarry and cocked his head. He shot Ethan another untrustworthy look, as if second-guessing his identity.
    Ethan thought about it for a moment and blurted out, “I was there when you and Ghislain laughed about the Lake Hunter story … over at Ghislain’s house. Auren got bored and—”
    “Ahh, yes,” Odin put his sword away. “Those were the days, fighting the Lake Hunter — lucky for him, we had other engagements. Another hour or so and I would have finished him off,” he said with a smile on his face.
    Ethan thought all was calm now, but it seemed Odin could not keep his hands off his sword. He drew it back out and started swinging it around. He lunged forward with much skill, continuing the threats to the Lake Hunter that he and Ghislain had encountered previously.
    “Ha, take that, you vile beast. You’re no match for me!” yelled Odin with authority. “Go back to Hel; and tell your master about me!” he added while giving his sword a final swing forward. Odin’s aim was slightly off this time and he cut the corner of MacArthur’s table off. Not only that, but his blade had stuck into the floor of the hut — quite deeply.
    “Odin, I didn’t know you carried a sword around,” snickered Ethan while watching the spectacle.
    The old man was pulling and pulling on the handle with little success at removing the blade. He then started a wiggling motion. “No, you could not tell by looking at me, but I’m … a master swordsman.” He started sweating while wrenching harder on the grip. “Creatures all over the … land, fear me,” he added while struggling to remove the sword. Odin dug his feet into the floor, now leaning