A soft voice sang through the haze of pain.
"I hear your voice on the wind, and I hear you call out my name." A drip of cold water eased the burning.
" 'Listen my child' you say to me, 'I am the voice of your history, be not afraid, come follow me. Answer my call and I'll set you free." Such a beautiful voice. I cracked open my eyes seeing a set of tarnished silver eyes sparkling at me.
"I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain, I am the voice of your hunger and pain, I am the voice that always is calling you, I am the voice, I will remain."
The owner of those eyes continued to sing as she came into focus. She had long light brown hair and tanned skin. Her hands were those of an artist, but calloused like a fighters.
"I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone, the dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow, ne'er do I sleep throughout the cold winter long, I am the force that in springtime will grow." Her voice, always her voice, it kept me alive after my fall from the bifrost.
"I am the voice that will always be, filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields, I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace, bring me your peace and my wounds, they will heal."
Her voice carried me to Helheim.
"I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain,I am the voice of your hunger and pain, I am the voice that always is calling you, I am the voice." Her voice brought me back from my death.
"I am the voice of the past that will always be, I am the voice of your hunger and pain, I am the voice of the future, I am the voice."
Her voice sang to me as I ruled as my father until he awoke.
"I am the voice."
Her voice led me back to sanity.
"I am the voice." I followed it to a village stuck in time, to a farm in Asgard where Heimdall had placed her when I attacked New York, to her and her twin children.
"I am the voice!"