Hello wonderful readers! I have decided to leave you with the beginning of a new story I have been working on. There is more, but I would like to see your responses on how I introduced it. Please R & R because it makes me smile, and might *wink wink* get the story up faster. So please enjoy!
I looked at my father, sitting upon his throne and gently bowed on one knee. The cold of the floor was biting at my naked knee as I looked at him respectively.
"Father, I am here." I informed him, as was tradition when speaking to the ruler.
The brave and furious warrior, Leader of a Thousand Peaces, God of Righteousness and of Equality, smiled at his daughter below him. His face was bearing many scars of battle, his jaw line prominent as he spoke. His eyebrows rose in recognition and his face softened the way it had when she was younger, when he realized it was his daughter beneath him.
"Ahh, Goddess of Endearing Affection, I may need your aid on a quest given to me," he said, calm yet commanding, recognizing me formally in front of his right hand men. He looked into my eyes with a hint of allowance, telling me in the secret code we shared that I had permission for what he would ask of me.
I stood up abruptly, more of surprise than of excitement, but both emotions rose to the surface of my face. "Father, you say I may assist you on this quest?" I repeated hastily. I was astonished on the sudden change of rules. Father had always been strict, he wanted what I did not want for myself, to stay out of harm and get married to a man of noble status.
"You may, my daughter. It was brought to my attention that you wished to accompany me on a quest, and I have accepted the offer. After all I simply cannot have a curious daughter," he said.
He smiled, and I knew he was giving me a gift so precious that I would never stop thanking him for. Had he known I was unhappy with the current lifestyle brought to me? My father had always had a spot in his heart for me. I do not know if it is because I am his only daughter, or if he was always like this after I was born.
I was about to run into his arms like I had at times when I was younger, but I was reminded by my conscious not to, as he was in front of many of his messengers. Father could see that I wanted nothing more than to embrace him right now, and he stiffened. I paused and recollected my thoughts. What if it wasn't a task I was ready for? What if I didn't-
"I can see you are thinking of the quest." My father interrupted me. "Would you like to know where you are off to, and what you are to do?" Father asked in a bit of a hurry.
I could tell this wasn't going to be as pleasant as I thought.
I nodded, "Of course, father." I said, adding the same note of haste into my statement. My knees wobbled. I did not want this to end badly, disappoint father, and have ruined the only chance I could get to prove myself.
He threw down his scepter and a couple of servants appeared, they handed us both a scroll, and scurried back into their position.
As my father unnecessarily read the scroll before me –the messengers didn't know I could read and write- I had almost frozen as I had read to whom I was going to be confronting in this visit.
Odin, Ruler of Asgard.