"What the hell?" There are two black cars in the drive of my home in England, men in suits are getting out of them holding weird devices that looked kind of like price guns. I run down stairs into the front room where there are windows that face the drive. I don't normally like to come out of my room, but this is a special occasion. The knock on the door sounds like something you would hear in a spy movie, a big, loud pounding. My mother rushes to get it, apparently she's noticed it too, the dramaticness of it all. I get up and run to stand behind her. She opens the door to reveal a man in a long, black leather coat. "Ma'am," he says, he is American judging by his accent, "we need to talk about your daughter."

The three of us sit in the living room, I'm in the corner that I'd put a beat-up old cushion in. The man looks from me to my mother and back at me before he speaks, "I'm the director of S.H.I.E.L.D, a top secret organization committed to the safety of this planet. There is a little story I'm going to tell you, it is of great importance so try to pay attention." He pauses, "About a hundred years ago an object from space landed in the mountains in Austria. A couple living in a small cottage near by saw it and went to go investigate it. When they arrived, they saw a capsule big enough to fit a small child. It was engraved with a form of ancient runic writing. They opened it and found a child inside, a baby girl. They took her and tried to raise her. But, there were some issues. She didn't age as others of her age and after three years, she was still an infant. After a little while longer the couple began to notice things about her. Whenever people were around her they got angry and since the man and women who found her lived with her, they were eventually driven mad by rage. The child spent fifty years growing up alone in the Austrian Alps. She learned to use the magic and power she had, and how to control it. S.H.I.E.L.D found her in the fifties and ran a few tests on her. We determined she was a young goddess, the goddess Sigyn of mischief, darkness, lies, war, and death." The word "death" seemed to hang in the air long after he finished saying it. "Our scientists developed a serum that would suppress her abilities and magic. We blocked her memory and inserted her into a family in England. We've been doing that ever since but, we decided that we would let her make a choice this year. To go back to her people or stay here with us." He looks at me. Okay, let's go through this, my name is Sigyn. I am the Norse goddess of mischief and death. I am a hundred plus years old. I was sent to earth by God knows who for who knows what. I am so a normal sixteen-year-old! "Sarah," my mother begins, "This is your decision and whatever you choose, I just want you to know that I just want you to be happy." My mother says. She gets up and walks over to me and takes my hands, there are tears in her eyes. That was the stereotypical response that they use in kids stories and movies. I just look at her and nod. "If you decide to go we're going to have to take specific memories from you, memories of life here." The director tells me. "And we'll also have to send you back in time." That doesn't change my opinion though. I'd never had many friends and the ones I did have I quickly lost because their parents complained about my naturally dark and emo demeanor. I didn't really come out of my room, and I never felt like I really belonged here. In short, people were scared of me. I sit in silence for a few minutes before stating my decision bleakly and plainly with no sugar coating at all.

"I'm going."