The Dead Emerald

by CosetteEponineFantine

Emerald is a teenager. A rebelious one too. She lives in foster care, until she dies. When she dies, she goes to Valhalla and finds out just who her family is. Ragnarok is coming, and she proves to be a great fighter. But she’s different than everyone else in Valhalla, and that causes trouble.

1. I Rob a Bank!

Hey a new fanfiction for Magnus Chase! Yay! I promise I won't delete this one or abandon it like some of my others. A few things. This is in the POV of a girl named Emerald. Ok I guess that was only one thing... Oh yeah! Some of the characters are mine, and some are Uncle Rick's! So yeah! This takes place during the third book.

"Hurry up, Emerald! They're gonna catch us!" Jezabelle yelled.

"Sorry," I sped up.

"Not fast enough!" Chester spat.

I ran harder and faster. We ran into the forest. We sat down near a huge tree.

"Whose idea was it to rob a bank anyways?!" I asked, out of breath.

"Ummm..." Philip said. We all looked at him. He smiled awkwardly."Heh heh..." Philip rubbed the back of his neck. "Mine?"

The rest of us groaned.

"Hey now! You never had to agree with me! That was your fault!" Philip complained.

"Aww it's ok, Philip," I said. I smiled at him and ruffled his hair.

"Ooo Philip's got a girlfriend!" Jezabelle teased.

"Shut it!" Philip demanded.

"He he," Chester giggled.

"Stop. It. Now." Philip turned a bit red.

"Aww come on man!" Chester grumbled. "Phemerald for life!" I smiled at this.

Philip jumped on Chester. "I said shut up!"

I pulled Philip off of Chester. "It's ok, Philip."

"N-no it's not!"

"Yes, it is." I explained.

Philip sighed. "Ok. Fine."

Jezabelle and Chester whispered something to each other. Philip stared at Chester, angrily.

Philip looked over to me. We stared into each other's eyes.

"Emerald, I-"

Police sirens rang. We saw the flashing lights. Chester yanked Jezabelle to her feet.

"Let's go!" Chester yelled. We ran after him. The police got out of their cars and chased us. They were catching up to us.

"What do we do?" Jezabelle yelled. Chester glanced at her. Jezabelle looked back at him, confused.

Jezabelle, Philip, and I kept running. Chester stops. The police catch him. "I love you, Jezabelle!!!" Chester screeched.

Jezabelle whipped around. "Chester!?"

"Goodbye!"

"No wait!" Jezabelle tried to run after Chester, but Philip and I held her back. She cried.

"I'm sorry Jezabelle..." Philip said.

"I know," she sniffled. We ran off into the forest. The police apparently were content with just Chester, and didn't come after us. We regretted leaving Chester. Jezabelle especially.