Asgard, sixteen years ago.
- Mom, where are you going? - the girl asks while seeing her mother grabbing some stuffs and putting it on a bag.
The woman suddenly stops and looks up at her daughter, smiling sternly.
- Oh darling, do you remember that war I was talking about last week?
- Yes. - she nods - The war between the god of hate and the south west.
- Well... - the mother sighs while sitting next to her – The enemy is getting closer from our territory and I have to go to help our soldiers in the case of a new battle begins.
The girl suddenly stops breathing, her eyes widen and she turns her gaze to the woman.
- But mom... It is too dangerous! What if you cannot control the war and...
- Shut up. Now. - she glances to her, seriously. - I am Dafne, the goddess of chaos. I will not lose. I never, never lose.
The daughter shrugs and looks down, pouting. Dafne holds her head with both hands, forcing her to look up.
- And you are the goddess of pride. You must be proud of yourself, of who you are. Proud of everything...
Before she continues the conversation, a guard suddenly knocks on the door, opening it without waiting for an answer.
- Madam, we are ready.
She nods and stands up, grabbing the bag and walking away.
The girl sees her mother going out and grabs her wrist, tears beginning to fall.
- Please don't go! Don't leave me alone mother, I am only sixteen years, I can not take care of this castle all by myself!
The two begin to look at each other without speaking. The mother glances to her angrily, until break the silence by giving her a slap on the cheek.
- You embarrass me, Jenna.
She pulls her wrist from the girl's hands and runs away, slamming the door and locking her up crying alone inside the empty room.
The battle never happened and the woman never came back.
…To be continued.