This old wood spirit was brought into existence when the Wind blew its tree down just before the last ray of light pierced through the woods. As it came down the Night tried to take hold of it. To stop it from falling. So did the Day light with its last ray. But it couldn’t hold the tree either from falling. So the tree got badly twisted. Twisted by the day, and twisted by the night. And that’s how began the saga of famous Døkkrdagr Slitamiǫtviðr.His name in Younger Futhark so i guess he spoke the old norse