Melrose POV

So, where should I start? I guess from the beginning should be all right. Let's see. I'm from NY, my name is Melrose, I'm 23, and I've got wavy jet-black hair that goes down my back like a waterfall. My eyes are big and hazel, and can absorb absolutely every detail. My skin is pale white, which makes me look "like a ghost" or a "living corpse" (thanks Dad) as some may say. Some say I look as if my skin was made from ice, since I'm almost always very cold. But I like it. I've always been a witty person, clever, I don't say much- but when I do, I speak just to state my point. My friends say that I give the impression that I can have everything I want, and that I always get it my way- standing out from crowds, people opening up from their circle so I can walk through, as if I had the entire world at my feet. Truth is, they couldn't be any more wrong. And it's pathetic. I'm so fucking broken and such a mess; all I do is pull a façade. Sometimes I wonder if they really do know me. I'm a mystery even to myself. But I'll talk about that later.

Anyways…I just graduated and I really don't know what to do with my life- no flash news. I'm considered to be a 'grown up' now, yet I have absolutely no fucking idea where to start from here. Everything then seemed so easy: I went to Uni, studied, got home, did my homework…partied, got drunk, etc., etc. You know, teenage things. But now I am supposed to discover the world from another angle. So I decided to start a road trip- I would go on my own a see the world, learn and nurture my mind.

I've always been the type of girl who loved reading books. I never really felt I belonged here, or anywhere for that matter, I don't know why, so reading was kind of an escape for me- I could enter an entirely different world, be whoever I wanted to be. This… "urge" I have of discovering new worlds, was the reason I got tattooed the word "Wanderlust" on my wrist. It amazes me and kind of annoys me when people ask me what that word means. Because, honestly, it means everything: discovering, traveling, learning, knowing. Moving on. Since I have Greek roots, I have it in my blood to just want to know about mythology. Well, I happen to have this strange love for one in particular: Norse mythology. Especially when it comes to the brothers Thor and Loki. You know, the God of Thunder and the God of Mischief? It never ceases to amaze me. Everything about them is so startling…it reminds me of Shakespeare. Passionate love, betrayals, the hunger for power, their love-hate relationship, the questioning of their own existence or death, the feeling of not belonging anywhere: Hamlet, Othello, King Lear, Henry V, they all coexisted in these two brothers. Truthfully… that last part of 'not belonging anywhere' also refers to me.

I've always wondered how Asgard would be. One reads so strikingly beautiful things about it, it seems almost impossible that such place actually 'exists' (because it does, right?). I've spent many nights wondering how it would be like to live there. Would I see other planets by just tilting my head up? Would the stars shine brighter? How would the Gods look like? In this shitty city, even if I looked at the sky all I would see were skyscrapers, towering over me and blocking my view.

So here I am now, in Mexico, visiting new cities. I must admit that it is quite different than what I thought, the weather here is fantastic! There are even wonderful beaches everywhere. Especially in Playa del Carmen, where I'm heading to. I haven't got lots of money, my parents just gave me enough for me to start my own journey but that's it. Thankfully it was enough money to support myself for a while and to buy a car…not new or really nice, obviously, but it served its purpose.

Little did Melrose know what was waiting for her in her journey to discover new worlds…