First and foremost, I would like to say that I do not own, or claim to own, anything that deals with Marvel / Thor. This is just for fun, so please no hate! :) Only my OC belongs to me.
Chapter 1,
"Lost and so alone,
born but never known,
left all on their own.
Forgotten children…
We'll never hear a name;
they carry all the blame.
Too young to break the chains
Forgotten children…"
~Forgotten Children by Tokio Hotel
In the dark, damp night, as the mists from the rivers swirled and danced onto the cold and wet pavement, a small figure softly walked down the street barefoot. Hopelessly, she rubbed her tiny hands up and down her bare arms for warmth. But it wasn't helping.
The unforgiving bitter cold nipped all the way into her very bones, numbing her flesh and blood as it traveled to her core. Silently, she wiped away the freezing tears that had been streaming down her baby-like face. She was trying her best to keep quiet. This part of town was especially notorious for drunkards and murderers. Her destination lied just across the bridge; her aunt's home.
A few times she had to hide in a dark corner, or somewhere else out of sight, to avoid drunkards that had been walking towards her direction. She tried her best not to think of what would possibly happen to her if they caught her. Her mother had taught her about those types of men, instilling a healthy fear in her mind and heart. How she wished her mother were here with her to guide her safely! Then again, if her mother were still alive, she would not even be in this situation.
Currently, the young girl was the only soul out on the street. And for that, she was thankful. She allowed herself to relax somewhat, but kept an eye and ear out for any movements. She wanted to run all the way to the bridge and over, and into the arms of her aunt. But she knew she had to save her energy for in case someone dangerous came up to her and gave her reason to run. So, she kept at a brisk walk. Her bare toes and hands were already numb. She had been walking for over an hour at least. She prayed that she would make it in time before they fell off.
Suddenly, there was a crash directly to her right, making her jump and quickly look for the source. A heavyset man stumbled away from the garbage container he had knocked over in his disoriented state of mind. He was obviously drunk. With a scrunch of her nose, the girl quickened her step towards the bridge. Unfortunately, the man did the same, towards her.
"Hey girly!" he slurred.
Her only response was walking faster.
"Hey," he drawled, "what is a pretty little thing like you doing out in the streets at this time of night, hm?"
She ran; she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. The man pursued.
Fortunately for her, he was too drunk to even run straight. Eventually, he did slow down, and then stopped all together. Deciding that she was not worth the chase. But she did not stop until she was over the bridge and almost to her aunt's place. Briefly pausing to catch her breath once she caught sight of the long-neglected house of her aunt
To her, it was safety, safety from the darkness that ruled the night and terrorized those who loved the light.
As swift as an arrow, but as silent as a shadow, she made it to the uneven stone path that led to her aunt's front door. Quickly stepping up to it, she knocked on the door; praying that they were home. The door flew open and momentarily blinded her with light. Once her eyes adjusted, she looked up into an old woman's steely gaze. Her aunt did not look anything like she used to. Her eyes were always warm and welcoming. What stood before her now was a complete contrast to that other woman. There was an icy feel to the older woman who now looked down at the girl with barely disguised disgust.
"What do you want, child?" she sneered.
The young girl faltered for a moment before finding her voice.
"I-I had no where else to go."
"Hah! And you expect me to open my home to a little urchin like you? You are pathetic. The only thing I feel sorry about is your innocence. It is useless here. A drag. You are worthless like your little dead mother. It's a shame the fire that consumed your house and mother did not also bring you down as well. Get lost! You are not welcomed here. Rot in the streets for all I care."
And with that, she slammed the door into the face of the little shattered girl. She was shocked by the words her aunt had used. Her aunt loathed her.
But why? What had she ever done to deserve such contempt? Unsure of where to go, or what to do, the girl just walked, and walked, and walked until she came into the more "respectable" part of the city. Its appearances was much more appealing than the lower, and poorer, area of the city.
As she walked down the clean streets, most of the people did not even acknowledge the little girl in soot stained clothes. Only a few spared her a passing glance. None of which expressed sympathy for the poor, lost child. It was almost as if she didn't exist.
Exhausted, the hopeless little girl found an empty corner of the street and sat down. Burying her face into her frozen hands, she cried. She sobbed until it seemed she ran out of tears. Eventually, her exhaustion, coupled by the onslaught of depression, she curled up in the fetal position on the cold hard ground and slowly let herself fall into nothingness. Who would care if she died tonight? She was completely alone in the world.
A/N: Sorry, no Thor or Loki in this chapter. Basically this chapter is just to introduce you readers to Magdelena's past. Next chapter will have Odin, and possibly a Thor and Loki. Also, this is my first attempt to write a fanfiction, so if any of you have any helpful advice (NO harsh or cruel criticism please) I would welcome a PM! :)