She felt like she had been walking for miles from where she dropped down. Her heels were starting to make her feet ache even more, but she tried to hide no sign of pain on her face. She didn't want to seem vulnerable to all these mortals and to whoever this General was that James was taking her to meet. She could easily disappear, cast a forgetfull spell on James, and forget that any of this has ever happened. Something inside of her was telling her to stay and to comply with them. She needed to gain some trust and not make herself an enemy.
They finally approached some tents and military vehicles. All eyes went on her. Of course she was out of place. She was not from this world and they could tell something was different just by her wardrobe. She kept her head up high and did not make eye contact with anyone.
"Welcome to base." James said, leading her over to a large tent where she found a heavy built man standing at the opening.
"Soldier," said the man in a stern voice. He must be the General. He looked like he didn't smile much, "Didn't know we were taking in hostages today." Was this supposed to be a joke? She glared her eyes at the man, unmoved.
"I am nobody's hostage!" She blurted out, "I want to make that clear." She crossed her arms over her chest, not taking her eyes off the man.
"We will see about that." He moved out of the way, allowing Amora to enter the tent. She held her ground, ready to pounce at any time she felt in danger.
"Forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself," he said sitting down behind a desk that was stacked with papers. "I'm General Chester Phillips and you, miss, have a lot of explaining to do. Explain how my men saw a huge flashing light shoot down from the sky and then nearly an hour later you show up to my tent."
She took a deep breath in, and exhaled softly, rubbing the side of her eye. "If I told you the truth General, you would not believe me." She pushed her hair back over her shoulder, knowing that whatever came out of her mouth next would be heard as lies.
He leaned back in his chair and dismissed the other soldiers that were by the entrance, including James. "Try me."
"Mortals have called me many names: Freyja, Idunn, Gefn. My name though...is Amora," she said placing her hands on her hips, " I am a goddess of Asgard and I wish to be let go so I am venture back to where I came from. 'Twas a mistake coming down in the first place."
General Phillips looked at her with a blank face, crossing his arms. She could tell he did not believe her. She gently lifted her hand and moved her fingers in a rhythmic motion. What looked to be green flames appeared and danced throughout her fingers. She definitely caught his attention now.
"Alright," he said standing up, "Say you are from Asgard and you are a goddess. Explain the flashing light beam that came down." She smirked slightly, "That was from me. Tis the way to transport to other worlds."
"Why did you decide to come now at this exact location?" She thought about it for a second and realized she had no clue why she landed in this exact location. Amora sighed, pushing some of her golden hair behind her ear. She knew she couldn't lie her way out of this one. She already felt her powers getting slightly weaker.
"Look," Amora said looking down, "I come meaning no harm. I have no clue where I am even at or what is going on." Amora looked up at the General. She was good with knowing who she could trust and couldn't trust. "I left Asgard because...of issues," She didn't want to get into details. "I needed to get away for a little bit and did not expect to end up in a Midgardian battle."
"I'll make you a deal," General Phillips said as he walked over to her, "I will let you go freely if you help us with something."
"You want me to stay?" Amora sounded a surprised. True, she wanted to get away from Asgard and venture a little but she was curious as to what the General needed help with. "You understand I can just disappear whenever I want, correct?"
"Do you know what is going on out there, miss Amora?" General Philips pulled out a file from his desk, gazing over it, "We are here because of some spies that decided to break into a huge army weapon's facility and you just beamed right into the end result, which means that those spies could of saw everything," He looked back at her, "Here is what I am offering. We fly you out to New York, you help us with a little project, and in return we keep you safe. Cause I guarantee you they already saw that beam of light coming down from miles away and will want answers."
Amora thought it over quickly, her eyes staring at her feet. Was she really going to make a deal with a mortal? She scrunched up her nose, inhaling a deep breath. "Alright." Amora didn't know why she had agreed, but something in her gut was telling her to do it. "What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this? Dammit, you just have to be so weak when it comes to helping others."
"Good," he said with a small smile, "We will give you a change of clothes, make you look more normal, and get you to New York as soon as possible." He dismissed her from the tent and she quickly turned around and went outside. She sighed deeply, letting her head fall back.
"Dear gods, what did I get myself into?" Amora rubbed her temples as she processed all the information that just happened when she saw a figure standing on the side of the tent.
"So, you are an Asgardian goddess?" She looked quickly to her side and saw James standing there with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. "No wonder you have such an interesting choice of clothing."