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Chapter 1

Newcomer

Allison's POV

"This is your new quarters. I cannot thank you enough for your assistance during this...altercation," says the King/All-Father of this odd place they call Asgard.

"It's no problem," I tell him. "After all, you are protecting me from anyone trying to find me and use my abilities."

He nods. "Shape shifters are rare. A telepathic shape shifter is even more so. And considering the fact that you are a child, you are very gifted. I must warn you though, a human is trying to find you. His name is Nick Fury."

At first, I'm slightly indignant. Child? But I subside, knowing that the All-Father is quite old and I'm only eighteen. I knit my eyebrows together. "Who is he?"

"He is the leader of an organization he calls SHIELD. He wants you...he's recruiting some sort of army for something called the 'Avenger Initiative.' You would make a useful warrior for him and he knows that."

"How do you even know him?" I ask. "If he's a human, how did the two of you…meet?"

"He arrived at one point during the aftermath of the battle. I spoke with him and warned him to bring his affairs together so our presence would no longer be needed in Midgard."

I raise an eyebrow. "Midgard?"

"What you call Earth."

I nod. These people are weird. I mean, Midgard? Asgard? But they're keeping me safe, so I can't complain. "Right. So why are you telling me this?"

His face is completely serious as he says, "Because I request that, in return for my protection, you do not draw attention to yourself. Please do not travel anywhere outside of Asgard, not even if Loki tries to persuade you." His tone says very clearly that this is not a request. It's more of an order.

"Alright. I'll stay in Asgard. Not like I have a choice, unless I want to be a weapon for some idiotic guy with an army," I assure Odin.

"Good. I hope you enjoy it here. But won't your parents worry?"

"They're dead. I've never known them," I say shortly.

"I'm sorry. I'll leave you to your thoughts, then," he says and turns to leave.

"This Loki, who is he? He sounds like the deceiving type," I comment before he reaches the door.

He chuckles and nods. "He's my son. And he is quite the mischievous young man." Then he shuts the door behind him.

I can feel him, Fury, probing at the barriers of this realm and trying to find me and join his so-called 'Avengers.' I shake it off and decide to get to know this place better. I transform into one of my main animal forms—a nearly full-grown mare with a midnight coat and golden hooves. I toss my mane, shaking out the dust from the battle. In one swift movement, I leap out of the open window and plummet to the ground some fifty stories below.

I delight in the wind rushing past me and watch as the ground gets closer and closer. The people below me are pointing up at me and running away as I free-fall all the way until I am fifty feet away from the ground...thirty...five...

A/N: Well, how's that? Review please!

By the way, this story will switch between two different POVs. You'll see later!