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At a young age, I lost my parents and was left to defend myself. One day, as I was scurrying away from a shop clerk who noticed that I had taken one of his apples, I tumbled out onto the main street bumping into a horses leg. I sat myself down on the worn Street and took a look around. The first thing that I saw was the shop clerk, he had stopped by the side of the road gawking at the horse behind me. Looking around, the I begin to see more people come out of their houses to stare at the horse too. No, surely it wasn't the horse but the person on the horse they were looking at. I looked and in my disbelief it seemed that I had just run into the horse carrying Odin, king of Asgard.
I fumbled to my feet just barely making it to the side before falling again. King Odin chuckled slightly and asked where my parents were at. Before I could even stand up, the store clerk blurted out that I was nothing but a selfish orphan. He gave the clerk a strange look and handed enough money for the apple I had taken, then asked if I was being taken care of by anyone. I had said no with shame and sadness painted across my face, but when I looked up I saw King Odin sliding off of his horse. He strode over to me and picked me up by the waist, proclaiming to everyone within earshot that I was to come with him to serve him until I become of age. At that moment was when I felt the most warmth I had received from another being since my parents had died.
I found myself following behind a guard not far behind Odin on his horse. We passed through the largest, most detailed golden gates I had ever seen. It opened up to a vast garden full of aquamarine sparkling fountains and precisely trimmed bushes. I continued to follow until I bumped into the guard, who I did not see stop. I apologized and peaked around his side to see Odin motioning me to come to him.
We sat down at a round table surrounded by other intimidating guards. What broke the silence was something that changed my life forever. Following behind yet another guard was a boy, only but one or two years younger than me. I knew who this boy was, he was second in line to the Asgard throne, young Prince Loki.