I had to be dreaming.

I must be.

It's the only thing that makes sense as to the fact of why he's here.

I hear him.

In my thoughts, in my dreams. Every waking moment of every day. He's what keeps me from falling into the darkness again. From being numb. Like when Edward left, my mind whispers.

I can feel him. I turn to look out my window. "Come to me, Isabella." It's like I'm in a trance.

I climb out my window without hesitation to follow his voice. His voice, rich and deep, like molten dark chocolate.

Forbidden.

I'm climbing out my second story window of my apartment in New York City. Unlike most apartments, mine doesn't have bars on the window.

"Isabella….. Follow me to your destiny."

I don't question the voice. I start climbing my apartment building on the outside wall, up and up. Suddenly, I slip.

"Ahhh!" I shrieked. I regain my footing and continue my ascent up the ten story building. Will he be up there? What will he tell me? Will he release me from this life? Take me to a new life altogether? Free of sadness, shadows and pain?

Away from Edward?

I would gladly welcome it. Anything to get away from this horrible, cruel world. He will save me. He will bring me to life and awaken my senses, awaken me.

I'm up to the ninth story now. One more, my brain tells me. Somehow, I'm now running on autopilot, climbing the building without even thinking of where my hands and feet will go. It's like he's helping me, gently guiding me to the top.

I almost slip scaling the roof. A strong, sure hand grab my delicate one, warmth embracing my fingers. I get on the roof and look over the edge. It's ten stories down. If I slip and fall, I will surely die.

Then I look up. He's in some kind of green and gold armor, with a golden helmet that has horns. He's pale, almost too pale. His eyes are like icicles, the same color my soul is, I'm sure of it. How could I ever describe his face? He had sharp, angular features that I found striking, but attractive.

"Are you ready, Isabella? To see your true lineage?"

Mutely, I nodded. He smiled, and put his hand on my forehead. A bright green light flashed, and when it ended, I remembered everything. This was no dream.

I am Isabella Laufeyson.

I am Loki Laufeyson's wife.

I am from Asgard.

I am The Goddess Of Mischief.

"It's time I returned home, Loki. Let's go home."

"As you wish, my Goddess."