Every 100 years, Allfather Odin would go to Midgard and choose one of the young men or women to come with him to Asgard. That young man or women would be granted the lifespan of a God, but there's a catch. They would have to serve Odin in whatever way he desires. How lucky, or unlucky, this young Midgardian is will be up to you. For this is a story for not the faint of heart. In the beginning, is more explaining their situation. That's when all heck breaks loose and people die.
"Dyana! Put a smile on your face! Today Allfather picks a special child!" Mum exclaimed while fussing over a young girl's hair and light blue dress.
"Mum, why would he pick a disabled girl like me?" the brown haired girl asked.
"Because you are beautiful. Dyana, this is Allfather we're talking about. If he chooses you, then he will make you whole," Mum's voice soothed.
"Mum, I don't have much chance. There's no need to fuss and look pretty."
"Hush, child. It is almost time," Mum retorted. "Dear! Dyana is ready!"
"Coming!" came Pa's slightly muffled reply. He ran in and scooped Dyana up into his arms. She laughed in delight as her limbs hung uselessly. "And how is my little girl? Is she ready for the big day?"
"Pa, I'm 13!" she laughed.
"Nope! Don't believe you! Come now, you are to be chosen today!" he exclaimed while carrying her out the door to the village square. Her fair arms and legs dropped motionless against her Father. Her light brown hair shined in the sunlight. Her green eyes seemed to glow with light and… sadness.
"And how do you know that?" she replied sarcastically.
"Can't tell you," he whispered mischievously. He laid her in a sitting position on the Shaman's wagon. "Shaman said you could use his wagon today," Pa winked.
I laughed, my smile disappeared as I wanted to hug my father. "Don't frown, Dyana. Today is your lucky day!" he soothed stroking her face.
"Ok, I will not frown. Just for you," she said plastering a fake smile.
"That's my girl. Remember, speak in the old tongue and never look Allfather in the eyes," Pa cationed.
"Understood," she mumbled. There was a clasp of thunder and blinding light erupted the center of the square. When the light subsided, Pa was already in the crowd watching. Dyana turned her gaze slightly to see Allfather wearing beautiful golden armor. It was engraved most exquisitely and his winged helmet completed the outfit. His one eye swept over all of the young men and women who were gathered in, pretty much, a sacrificial ritual. Some looked straight at him, others cowered. Dyana kept her eyes down and begged for him to pass over her. No one made a sound as Odin walking down the line. Even the cows were quiet in their pastures. The crish crish of his armed boots was the only thing to be heard. Dyana noticed Allfather get closer from the corner of her eye. He stopped next to her a frowned.
"Dyana, daughter of Orid, a bargain from the heavens is soon to be presented unto thee," his deep voice boomed across the silent air. People flinched and Dyana felt fear wrap around her heart.
"What may thou place forth before me?" she whispered in fear.
"The chance to be free from thy mortal disadvantages. A chance to live long as the Aesir and Vanir. An opportunity of a lifetime," he drawled. Unbeknownst to her, she was the only one who heard his words. Everything he had said fell silent to the villager's ears.
"Under what conditions, may I ask," her quivering voice asked.
"Thou wilt be the servant to one of my sons. Thou wilt answer their every desire with swiftness and no complaint. Wherever and whenever they call upon you. In return, thou shall walk with thy feet. What say thee on this bargain for life?" Odin's words seemed to echo in her head. Her breathing quickened in fear and tears pricked her eyes. I know not what to choose! Mum wants this for me…. I wish it not! My life may be better, but as a slave? I wish this not...
"I accept the offer granted unto mine wretched soul," she mumbled. NO! What am I doing! NO! I seek not this! She screamed in her head. Her tears broke through her eyes in torrents against her white cheeks. Odin smiled evilly to her.
"A wise decision of one so young," he replied. He reached forward and placed a hand upon the girl's forehead. Golden light surrounded them spinning around furiously. She closed her eyes and screamed as her fear seemed to grasp her every limb. Pain laced her body as if fire. Her mind was attacked with feelings of fear, hatred, death, and…. Peace.
From this moment on. Every thing would change. Dyana's life, her thoughts, as of everyone who associated themselves with her. Join us for a story that will jar you very core.
AN: I'm so happy you guys are reading this! I don't haveeverything planned for this but... Expect some (hopefully) twists from what you were planning! Also, I would ABSOLUTELY LOVE hearing your guys' ideas and thoughts! *Especially for the parts I don't have completely planned out yet... :)* Please help me to help you enjoy this story better! If you want a certain something to happen PLEASE tell me! Thanks for reading! I apologize for if you catch me switching perspectives during this chapter. I wrote this chapter last year and decided to pick back up on it again... In third person. So... Tell me it you see that!
Warning: I'm not going to be extremely accurate concerning history and/or marvel universe (comic and movie canon). And if I end up doing an OOC... I apologize profoundly. And some tips for fixing those would be great! Toodles for now!
