The confusing was clear in the eyes of astronomer Askur Óðinsson as he looked to the sky. Just an hour ago the sky had been all clear with all of the stars so brightly shining. Now heavy clouds blocked his entire view. It looked as it would start pouring down any moment.
Worried about his most pressures belonging, Askur started packing the telescope into it’s suitcase. It was at that time the waves started to hit the beach with much more strength than they should have been possible to during a new moon. And at the edge, just where the sand meets the water, the most beautiful shadow walked. For a time, he forgot everything about the telescope, the rain and the rest of the world.
“Is it waterproof?” the wonderful voice made the question sound more like a song than what it really was: A simple question. But it still woke Askur from his dreaming and looked the way the woman’s hand pointed.
“The telescope!” he called out in fear, who could he forgot about his baby like that!
“It must mean a lot to you,” the woman grinned as she watched him rushing in his packing of the telescope.
“It does,” he admitted without any trace of shame, “It’s been in my family for generations. All the way back to my great-great-grandmother. It’s my entire world.”
“May it touch it?” she asked with the deepest respect, and for some unknown reason he nodded, making her the first person ever to touch it since it came into his possession almost 20 years ago. And for a moment, just a split second, it seemed like surprise rushed over the woman as she touched the telescope. As if she had realized something he did not yet know about his telescope. But then the look was gone. Maybe it was just something he had imagined? It must have. After all he knew everything about that telescope.
“It’s a beautiful telescope,” she praised but Askur stopped her.
“It’s not the telescope itself that is beautiful, it’s all the constellations you can see with it. The stars, the planets but most of all the missing wonder, our only natural satellite–”
“The Moon,” she finished for him and they both stared in wonder at each other. It had been a long, long time any of them had met someone with the same knowledge and love for the moon. For hours they talked about it and its mysteries. The rain came. Luckily Askur had brought an umbrella with him and he did not mind sharing it at all!
Pandia has always been very picky about the fathers of her children and with Askur Óðinsson it was no different. He might be handsome and intelligent but that did not make him a good father. The rules forced her to leave her children behind but that did not mean she did not care about them and their wellbeing.
Maybe that was the reason she did not get pregnant with Askur’s child right away. But when she did, Askur became filled with joy – and so did she. Through their time together, she had come to treasure the close boned that had been formed between them. Not only did he love the moon – whom in fact were her – he loved her in person even more.
The love to this pagan – because Askur Óðinsson was a believer of Norse Mythology – were as strong as it gets. And as so many times before she became afraid. Afraid of leaving him, leaving their child. What would he think of her just leaving like that? She could not do it. She would not do it!
This rebellious way of thinking was the reason Askur came to meet his future mother-in-law, who came to her daughter’s rescue.
“It is the Law. You must leave them. You have been down her way too long already. Any more and your father will take action! And not for the better, my dear.”
Nothing works like a small talk from mother and in the end Pandia agreed. Still she could not bare Askur nothing she had just left him without any explanation. That was when Selene, as any other good mother, came up with the perfect plan: A staged death. Selene would take care of all the preparations and she did not waste time.
October 31, Pandia gave birth to a healthy son at Landspítali in Reykjavík. She only came to hold her son for a few minutes before a doctor took her away, explaining to Askur that there had been some complications. She was then taken to a room where Selene was waiting and the new mother fell into her mother’s arms morning what she knew she had to do: Leaving her son and lover behind.
Twenty minutes later Selene Máni – the false name Pandia had chosen – was officially declared dead du to maternal death. The death of the love of his life was heart breaking for Askur, who was now left to foster their son on his own.
At this point Askur did not know he would never again lay his eyes on an other woman – he would forever be faithful to Pandia and she would secretly love him for this act.
Askur Óðinsson named his son Áki, an ancient Scandinavian name he chose as a tribute to his Norse Gods. Maybe he hoped this tribute would somehow bring his love back to life but it did not. For starters he prayed to the wrong gods and then there is the law.
Áki Óðinsson grew into a happy boy with as great a love for astronomy as his parents. Spending most nights with his father on the beach pointing all of the constellation, the planets and admiring the beautiful moon.
At this point of his life Áki had know idea of why both he and his father had this weird connection to the moon. For most of his childhood he thought it was because it reminded him of the mother he had never met – and he was on the right track.
Even thought Askur did his very best in raising Áki and gave him a great childhood, Áki always felt that a piece of him was missing. The missing part of him made him wonder about his mother and what kind of person she was. He would ask his father all the time but at some point he realized that his father did not really know that much about his mother – and not all of what he knew was true. For instant Áki had checked all the yearbooks of Háskólinn í Reykjavík without finding a single person with the name Selene Máni. As he grew older he discovered more and more lies and holes in the life his mother had pretended to have had.
The mother his father had told him about, the mother he had longed so badly after might not even be the person his mother really was. This discovery choked Áki a lot – and this chock awoke the missing part deep inside of him.
At the age of 11 Áki Óðinsson’s inheritance slowly began to grown stronger and stronger. The first ability to evolve was his clear sight in darkness. Still Áki did not think anything special about it until he reached the age of 13 and the chock of finding out that his mother’s life was all a lie awoke his full inheritance.
One night as the moon entered the phase: Waxing gibbous, Áki woke up to the astounding fact that he could see everything in his room clearly – with all the light turned off!
But that was only the beginning. Weirder things would happen as on the field trip to the volcano, where he does of in the shadow and woke up on the other side of the volcano. When he told his father, Askur Óðinsson, about what had happened his father could only explain it with the fact that Áki most had walked over there in his sleep. An explanation none of them really believed in but what else could have happened? Surely he could not have “teleported” himself over there. Humans are not cable of such things!
Still more was yet to come.
When Askur was in Europe at a conference, Áki now aged 14, stayed in Reykjavík in order not to miss school. Áki does not suffer from ADHD (as other demi-gods does) through he does have a mild degree of dyslexia. But thanks to his father’s great teaching Áki has been taught to read “normally” as he calls it.
Since Áki’s brain is hardwired for reading Ancient Greek, he has been a huge help to his father in reading about the constellations and their ancient history – how ever it was also this ability that got him into a lot more trouble:
Because in the very weekend Askur left for Europe, Áki went to the lake Lagarfljót in Egilsstaðir with his best friend Jón and his family. Here Áki and Jón explored the lake side, while Jón’s parents made dinner. The boys got all the way to the other side of lake, when the weirdest happened!
It was Jón who spotted it first, a creature emerging from the lake and swimming directly towards them with an incredible speed! Just moments after the two boys where standing face to face with the legendary Lagarfljótsormur' : The Iceland Worm Monster (a telkhine)!
What happened next is still something Áki is still trying to figure out: But his awoken powers must have kicked in at the right time because just as the telkhine was about to attack him, Áki somehow managed to generate moonlight shining so strongly it blinded all three of them!
Áki still remember hearing the telkhine roaring in pain but he also heard something else: Voices.
When Jón and Áki got their sight back the telkhine was gone and there were absolute no trace of it ever being there.
Áki and Jón thought is was just their minds playing games with them. Still Áki noticed the feeling of something (energy) floating through his hands.
Later that night as the boys where sleeping in their tent, Áki was woken up by a song his ears recognized even thought he himself did not. The song was an ancient ballade of the satyrs, and a group of satyrs it was waiting outside his tent.
Imagine being woken up in the middle of the night and thanks to your mother being a lunar goddess having the ability to clearly see the very weird legs of a group of unknown, mysterious men. Year, it is pretty weird and it scared Áki half to death. But it gets better! Much better because then the satyrs started explaining everything about gods, demigods, creatures, monsters, the Olympics, Camp-Half Blood and so on. Which is good – as long as they do not say it all at once!
When most of the night had gone, Áki was as freaked as ever but he had gotten answers to a hole lot of the questions that had plagued him for years! Mostly about his mother. Áki also learned that it was the satyrs that had helped saving him and Jón from the telkhine earlier that day.
Then the real challenge began: Trying to convince his father to make him go to New York!
Saying it took “quite some convincing” for Áki Óðinsson to make his single-father, Askur Óðinsson, letting his only son move to New York is the underestimation of the century!
It took no less than a year before Askur finally agreed, mean while Áki got help from the satyrs to fighting off two more monster attacks. Luckily Iceland does not have that many monsters otherwise it could quickly have become a very difficult year to get through!
Escorted by one of the satyrs Áki made it safely to Camp Half-Blood where he was instantly sorted to Pandia’s Cabin do to him mother having claimed him by birth.
Here he joined his half-siblings and his demigod training began.