Chaos, fear, worry, these things filled Ephraim's, as well many other members of Asgard, world. Odin had outlawed relations between Asgardians and Midgardians. Any children of said relations would live in Asgard, not to be punished for their parents' actions, nor the Midgardian parent, who most likely was unaware of the rule. In fact, they would be given housing in the palace, living as nobles. But the Asgardian parent would face imprisonment, never to see their offspring or their mortal companion again.

Ephraim ran to the rainbow bridge, child in his arms. He had to get Zohara to the Gatekeeper before the guards got to him. His love, Diana, was transported back to Midgard seconds after their daughter, was born. "Heimdall!" he called.

"My lord," Heimdall gave a small nod to the troubled parent. "I've been expecting you."

"You always are," he replied, looking over his shoulder, "And you must know why I have come?"

"Indeed. You wish to send your child to Midgard. But, I do not know, why? She will certainly be taken care of in Asgard. Why send her to another realm? Especially the one of mortals?"

"She will grow pompous with her Asgardian status, as all others have. I do not want my child to grow up hearing Midgard is worthless. She does not need to spend her life there, tell the king when she is of proper age if you must, but, please, send her to her mother. Or anywhere but here."

"You realize my loyalty is primarily to the king."

"Yes of course. But I only ask this one thing before I am sentenced to life in prison. Please!" he begged, knowing the guards were heading towards the rainbow bridge.

"You speak great wisdom. And, upon seeing your child's future, believe this is the right choice." Heimdall's vision was clear, this child would play a major role in keeping peace within the Nine Realms.

Mere moments after accepting the child, guards stormed the Birfrost and arrested Ephraim. Once they were gone, little Zohara crawled out from her hiding spot behind the door and was sent to her mother.

Upon receiving her child, Diana changed her name to Celeste, meaning 'heavenly,' hoping to one day tell her daughter of her origins while also better hiding the child from any Asgardians who got a bit to curious.

Ephraim refused any information as to the whereabouts of his Zohara or Diana. But he was thrown in jail and more or less forgotten.

25 Years Later

Heimdall stayed in his spot, guarding the gate as always. His mental clock was counting down the hours now, for later that evening he would alert the king of the demigod living on Earth.

Celeste entered her and hr mother's after a long night. She sat down on the couch with her new book and opened to the first page. I can't wait till tomorrow. She smiled, she was going to Vegas for a vacation, Spring break... which meant driving through the desert. Won't that be fun, she thought sarcastically to herself. But it would all be worth it to get some time to herself and maybe have a little fun.

"My liege," Heildall bowed from his post.

"You requested my presence. What is it?"

"There is a child in Midgard, a demigod."

"Why wasn't I told of this before?"

"I promised her father I would not to reveal her whereabouts...until now."

"I'll send someone to fetch her in the morning. Is that all?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Very good, thank you Heimdall." As the king walked out, Heimdall couldn't help but smile a bit.