Prologue: Thor's Unknown Daughter
I can vaguely remember what happened what happened that day. I can remember walking in the New Mexican desert with my mom. The only thing I can remember about her is the wavy brown hair she had. My six-year-old legs were trying to keep up with her long and frantic strides. She seemed to be running from something, but I didn't know what.
After about ten minutes of walking, I believe I heard tires squealing, like they're going way above the speed limit. I heard them getting closer and closer. I can remember my mom literally freeze in mid-step.
Five black Suburbans came up and surrounded us at all sides. Government looking guys came out of all the vehicles. They all had black suits on and slicked back hair. They all had on black sunglasses with communicators in their ears. My mother's breathing became heavy and quick, like she was starting to hyperventilate. I maybe was only six at the time, but I knew these guys were bad news.
"It's about time we caught up to you," said the guy who I believed to be the leader. "Now, how long did you believe that you could run away from us…?" That last part is all fuzzy, but I believe he said my mother's name.
"As long as I could," my mother spat back.
"Well that didn't last long for you," he replied, with just the same amount of venom. " You knew we were eventually going to get you, why don't you just accept your fate now?"
As he was saying the last sentence, one of his goons came up beside him holding a rifle, aiming it right at my mother's head.
"NO!" My little voice screamed, but it was too late.
The gunshot rang in my ears, mocking me. I looked over to see my mother's body on the ground. The only words that could disrobe her would be pale, lifeless, and bloody. I tried running to her side, but was knocked down by what seemed to be a brick wall. I fell and hit my head on one of the Suburbans. The last thing I saw before I fell into darkness was the face of my captor, with a menacing glint in his eyes.
The next time I woke up, I was strapped to a cold metal bed. There was a blinding white and the smell of bleach and antiseptic filled my nose. Beside me, I saw tables upon tables filled with knives, scalpels, and about twenty needles filled with different colored serums.
"It looks like your finally awake," said a cold voice from across the room. "You are going to be very useful to us, demigod."
He walked to the table closest to me while saying this. That was the table that was filled with all the different serums. He picked up the one with a purplish substance floating in it.
I tried to remember how I got there in the first place, but I just couldn't. I remembered these big guys killing my mom and my name, which was surprising because it was pretty long.
Waking up on that table was the first of many horrible memories that would keep me up at night, praying that they won't find me and take me back. They were just all so painful. Getting cut open for surgeries, needles poked into me, injecting weird serums into me, some making me feel like my insides of being burnt or me being frozen to death. I've had to run through mazes, trying not to get electrocuted, and having my strengths tested against grown men over three times my size.
They always refer to me as demigod, but I never was told why. I was always told that life gets easier as it goes, but for me, it just gets harder and crazier.