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1: The Plane Ride

I tried my hardest to avoid thinking of home, because that always distracted me from my work. Sitting across from the leather-clad man on that plane forced me to. I don't know how they found me, but they did. Perhaps it is for the best; maybe this is how I should work from now on. I pushed the fair stands of hair from my face and looked out the window.

"So Ms. Smith, how long have you been on Earth?" He spoke as soon as the attendant brought our meals.

"Midgard has been my home for over 300 years."

"And how have you not aged, Ms. Smith?"

I began to eat. "The people of Alfheim do not age as your people do."

"Alfheim, where is that?" He drank from his glass as I began to speak.

"That is very difficult to explain. Do you know of Yggdrasil?"

"We have an agent from Asgard who has educated us, but he did not mention an Alfheim."

At the mention of Asgard I felt my heart jump. The home of my parents, why was an Asgardian here? What could they possibly have to do in this land? "Well, it's there. There is someone from Asgard in your little group?"

"Yes. That 'little group' saved the world last week."

"I know, you told me. So will I meet these Avengers?"

"Yes you will, but first we have to process you."

"Of course."

"So you agree to join us?"

"I got on the plane didn't I?" I laughed. "Can I get some beer please?" I said to the attendant.

"Wonderful. So do you mind telling me what you have been doing for the past 300 years?"

"Just working."

"How do you mean, Ms. Smith?"

"The people of Alfheim watch over Midgard. I was sent here to influence the events of these lands, although they could have chose a better candidate."

"How have you done this?"

"Well, the easiest way to tell you that is to tell you were I have been."

"Then let's hear it."

I downed my beer and motioned for another. "Well, when I arrived I was smack dab in the middle of the French Revolution. All they needed was a bit of, well, encouragement, to make the necessary moves and changes. Then I did some traveling, Greece, India, China, but Japan was the most enjoyable. Then America during the Civil War, that was pretty tricky as I arrived pretty late. Lots of casualties. But once I found the right people it worked out. I stayed through prohibition, helped start the first speakeasy. My friends at the time called me the Roar of the Roaring Twenties. Then I went over to Russia, tired to calm Joe down, but he was way too far gone. After that, Germany to help rebuild. You get the picture."

"Well, hopefully you make a nice addition to the group."

I hope so too. I have been primarily on my own for the last 80 years, and being like me, being learned in the ways and the magics of the light elves, it creates this distance between myself and normal human beings. My hope is that this elite group might provide me with the companionship that I had always hoped to find. And I also might learn of what has happened to my biological parents in Asgard.