Chapter One
Speaking to an Old Friend
She just dealt with it. Victoria was twenty three, and within her twenty third she became engaged, planned a full scale southern wedding in her home town of Charleston, South Carolina, and lost her future husband from a gun shot to the heart during a bank robbery. She held her mother's hand tightly feeling like a lost child. Mitchell laid in his black casket lifeless surrounded by red roses. Her father closed the casket and signaled for it to be lowered six feet below Victoria. Tears streamed down her face as she watched the only man she ever loved be swallowed by the earth.
Victoria walked back to the car without a word. So much was to be done. The church was notified of the wedding cancellation, but the cater need to be informed and a fee to be paid. The worst part was that there was a 10,000 dollar wedding dress in her closet that was custom made for her. What was she going to do? The southern bell had to cancel the wedding of the century. It would be the talk of the town for a long time. She sat in the car thinking she may want to leave town. Move somewhere far away from Charleston, but that would only bring up more rumors. She sighed looking out the window toward Charleston bay. The old city melded with the new so beautifully. She loved her town so beautifully, so why would she ever want to leave? To many memories of her and Mitchell lived there. The Battery was the first place they kissed, and it was the place he purposed to her almost a year ago.
She fiddled with the Northern Not necklace Mitchell had given her as a birthday present the first year they had been together. He was the only one who knew of her fascination with Norse Mythology. Her mother held her hand while she watched her daughter grieve in silence. She was usually a very lively girl with passion and one who spoke fluent sarcasm, but today, she was silent and solem.
Her strawberry blond hair and deep green eyes set her apart from most of high Charleston society. Her mother joked with her many times saying that she was name Victoria since it was a rough translation of the Norse goddess Sygin. She always agreed since she always favored Loki because of his wit and sarcasm. God taught her that the first shall be last and the last shall be first. Funny how in the Norse faith, Loki in the end would rise above and survive the end of the world, even if he did cause it. Because of this, she favored him.
Once home, Victoria went straight up to her room without a word to anyone who was at the house with food and speaking of good times with Mitchel. She laid on her bed looking up at the ceiling.
"God," she prayed, "If you have a plan then tell me. I can't stand not knowing what is going to happen. You've created me, you know I hate surprises." Victoria spoke to God as an old friend who she felt blessed to know. "Tell me. Please. Send me a sign!" With her very last word, she closed her eyes and felt a light overcome her. Then, all went black.
When she awoke she was greeted with the hard golden ground of the gate of the Bifrost. "Welcome to Asgard awaited one." Heimdal greeted her with an outstretched hand.
"What?"
Well I hope you liked the first chapter. Sorry for it being so short, but most of mine usually are then the rest of the chapters are really long. There wil be a lot of character development with Victoria in the next few chapters! So comment please!