Chapter 1:
I charged into the building. Drawing my sword, I was willing to fight my way through until I was victorious. I knew what needed to be done, and nothing was going to stand in my way. Men rushed towards me, ready to take me down. I was prepared for their attacks. Each blow they made didn't touch me. I had gone through years of training to battle much worse enemies.
They kept coming. As soon as I knocked down one, another would appear. It was as if they were ants coming to defend their nest. Then I heard the sound of clicking, and they all pulled off. Looking around, I saw that I was now surrounded. Every last one of them were holding small black weapons, pointed directly at me.
Raising my sword once more, I laughed. "Your little guns won't protect you."
"That's enough." came a thunderous voice. "Lower your weapons, now."
Everyone of them lowered their weapons, parting the way for a tall man to walk through. He towered over them all, dressed in armor that shined. A long red cape flowed behind him as he walked forward. The man stepped towards me, standing right in front of me. I didn't dare lower my weapon. My hands started to shake as I stared into his eyes.
"That will be enough, little one." he said. "What is it that you are seeking?"
"I'm looking for the surviving colony of Asgard." I said, cursing myself when I could hear the shaky tone I was speaking in. "The one I seek is Thor Son of Odin."
He laughed. When he laughed it sounded more like thunder rumbling. "Well, you seem to have been victorious. Now what is it that you wish? To slay me? Much bigger than you have tried, and failed."
"Actually, I'm here for your help." I placed my sword back in it's sheath. "With the fall of Asgard, the price for any Asgardian has gone up on the slave trade. They're being hunted down, targeted for what they are. They...they took my mother. I'm here to ask for your help to get her back."
Thor looks at me, studying me. "The remainders of those loyal to Asgard remain here, with me."
"She'd said to find you, that you would help." A tear slipped down my cheek. "She promised me that once I found you, that everything would be all right. That you'd get her back."
"Who is your mother?"
"My mother is the warrior called Lady Sif."
"That's not possible," Thor said. "She had no children."
"She kept me hidden. The only ones on Asgard who knew of my existence were Odin and Frigga. They...they thought it was better if I remained a secret."
A woman came to stand beside him. She didn't take her eyes off of me as she spoke to him. "Perhaps we should take her to your brother. If she is lying, then who better to see through it than the Silvertongue himself."
"Indeed. Come with me." Thor spoke, grasping my shoulder.
He shoved me forwards. The woman came to stand by my side. They led me towards a small metal room. With the push of a button, the doors closed and we began to move upwards. Neither removed their gaze from me. Clutching the handle of my sword, my heart pounded as the doors opened once more.
"Now what's this?" It came from a man casually leaned back on a chair with a small cup in his hand. He seemed to be in the middle of a chess match with another man who had a small bit of silver streaked through his brown hair. "Brother, whatever is it that you've come to interrupt my chess match with the good doctor for?"
"This one claims to be the daughter of the Lady Sif." Thor informs him. "She says that Sif is in trouble and has sent her to find me."
He quickly rises to his feet, stepping forward to inspect me for himself. "My, my. Sif as a mother...isn't that an interesting picture."
My heart pounded in my chest as he circled me. I felt as if I was the prey as my predator drew near. There was no telling what he would do.
"You can cast away your illusion now," he said to me. "Don't look surprised. I could smell the stench of it from my chair."
With a heavy sigh, I let go of the small enchantment. I watched as my skin turned from the golden shade fading back to it's natural silver blue. "Happy?"
"All of it." he said, staring directly into my eyes.
In a single blink gone was the golden brown they had been and in their place were the scarlet orbs. I heard a gasp come from the woman standing next to me. She pulled out her weapon, pointing her sword to my throat.
"Now tell us, Frost Giant, what have you done with the Lady Sif?" Thor asked, his voice thundering in anger.
"I told you, I want to rescue my mother." My eyes teared up in fear. "I'm not a Frost Giant!"
"Only part." said the dark haired man.
"Loki, what is this you are speaking of?" Thor questioned.
Loki grasped my chin, moving my face from side to side. He studied me for a moment. "She's also part Asgardian. Perhaps she isn't lying."
"Perhaps? Stop speaking in riddles!" Thor demanded. "Sif would never have an affair with one of those monsters."
"You wound me, brother." Loki said. "Now tell us, little girl. Who is your father?"
"I'm not a little girl," I snarled. "My mother refused to say his name. Only that she had once been close to him before he led down a path to betraying those who loved him."
With that his eyes widened. He stepped back, away from me. "It's not possible. She would never have kept a child..."
"A child who is what?" I questioned, growing brave. "A child who is also your's?"