Ten years had passed since the death of his family. Ten years of pain, ten years of hardship, ten years he had tried to forget. Oh, how he'd tried. Alcohol, drugs, they helped ease the pain and helped him forget. But in the morning he'd remember, always he would remember. And he'd do it all over again. His friends had all gone, not at first though. They stayed around for a while, thinking that they could cheer him up or make him forget, but always he woud see the pity in their eyes and their vain attempts might have fooled themselves but they didn't fool him. They slowly began drifting away, slowly. Some just didn't call or drop by, some looked at his solution to the pain as something horrible. They believed that if he didn't wand to expend the effort to help himself, then why should they bother to help him? And so he was left alone, sitting in a faded armchair with half a bottle of scotch on the table in front of him, looking, no staring about the family home at all of the things that brought back the pain. Brought back the memories. Something was gnawing away at him, hunger was it? With an extreme effort he leant forward and grasped the phone. 'Pizza?' he thought, 'What was that number?'. With the inane tune from the advertisement running through his head, he dialled the numbers. One, three, one, one, six, six and waited for the familiar greeting.

"Goddess relief helpline, please hold and a representative will be with you shortly."

No. No, that wasn't right.

He sat back in his chair, pouring himself a glass of scotch, 'odd,' he thought, 'very odd.' He then pulled the television remote out from under himself and pressed the 'on' button. A blue screen appeared, he pressed the button to change the channel and nothing happened. He pressed again and was relieved when a platinum haired woman appeared on the screen. 'odd.' he thought again as no sound came through. He was surprised when she stretched, stretched through the screen of his television. A leg appeared, quite a nice well formed leg, then hands gripped the sides of the screen. The hands pulled a bronzed young lady through after them. Hastily he downed his glass and poured himself another.

"Hi!" she said simply, "I am Urd, Goddess of the Past."

"Hi." he replied, trying to think back to which drugs he took last and how long ago it was. 'Surely I'm dreaming this.' he thought.

"No, you're not dreaming this." The goddess replied, the watched him down the second glass, "I have come to grant you a wish."

"And why do I deserve a wish now?" He asked bitterly, "Why now, and not ten years ago?"

"Because," she answered, "The All-Father has declared it."

'Well, I've finally lost it. Happy farm for me.' he thought, 'Oh well, if I go insane, I'll go insane with style.'

"I wish I was a god just like you!" he said.

He wasn't expecting what came next.