Slowly Charlotte began to come to and was soon aware she was no longer in New York. She was in fact thrown over a shoulder and looking down at icy stone floor. "I said take no prisoners!" a voice shouted. "She was surrounded by guards we thought she was important." replied the thing which was holding Charlotte. "And anyway we don't have to answer to you." another voice replied. "I a god! You will do as I say!" the first voice shouted.

"Well what do we do with her then?" asked the first voice.

"Kill her." replied the self-proclaimed god. At this point Charlotte realized she had to do something and began kicking and hitting the thing's shoulder. "Get off me you big ugly oaf!" she cried struggling in vain. "Oi!" shouted the thing and dragged Charlotte off his shoulder holding her by her wrists and bringing her to eye height.

Taking her opportunity Charlotte swung forward and kicked the giant thing in the eye causing him to howl in pain and drop her. Charlotte fell onto the floor hard and was winded but got up and went to make a dash for it. However before she had even made it five steps she was grabbed round the waist and a knife was held to her throat. "You're a bold young thing aren't you." the thing that grabbed her whispered in her ear. She recognised the voice as the self-proclaimed god but he seemed human sized. "And you're a bit small for a god." she retorted with more sass then she had ever mustered in her life. "A sparky thing, we'll soon deal with that. Lock her in the cells; I'll deal with her later." With that the god's hold on her was relinquished and a giant took each of her arms, lifting her off her feet and taking her to the cells.

After about ten minutes of struggling Charlotte was thrown into what seemed like a cave and a large metal door was closed on her. Charlotte threw herself at the door. "You can't do this, it's against my human rights!" she screamed. To this one of the giant, troll, ogre things turned round and flicked Charlotte away from the bars with such force that she flew into the opposite cell wall. The other thing grunted at Charlotte as she lay there coughing trying to get some air back into her lungs which had been forcefully ejected by the impact of the wall.

The things walked off and Charlotte was left in the cold uninviting cell with no clue where in the world she was and what the hell those things were. Suddenly the trauma of the day hit Charlotte all at once. So far she had only had chance to be angry; angry at Lizzy for lying to her, angry at her for allowing herself to get captured and angry at whoever this self-proclaimed god was. Now she could feel everything else; the hurt at losing her best friend, the fear that she didn't know where she was, the worry at what might happen to her and the general hopelessness of her situation. It was this that made Charlotte crawl into a ball and cry. She liked to think she was strong and could cope, but right now all she wanted was to be like a princess in the fairy tales and have a handsome prince come and rescue her, but this wasn't a fairy tale, it was real life and no prince was coming to save her.

She laid there and cried for what seemed like days but couldn't have been more than a few hours. It would have been longer had it not been for somebody turning up and banging on her cell bars. "Cease your stupid wailing you puny Midgardian!" the voice shouted at her which just caused her to cry more. "I said quiet! I am a god, you must obey me!" the voice shouted. It was at this point that Charlotte recognised the voice as the voice of the self-proclaimed god.

"You're no god," Charlotte replied turning to look at him through her tear blurred vision "you're just a stupid human with an ego problem."

"How dare you speak to me that way?! I am a god and your superior in every way, bow before me!" he replied his voice laced with intense anger. Slowly Charlotte stood up, she had spent her whole life being scared and 'bowing' to others stronger than her, now was taking a stand. "I bow to no one." she replied sternly.

Suddenly the god appeared in front of her. "What! How did you..." Charlotte asked bemused and somewhat terrified, backing into the wall. "I am Loki, God of Mischief, I can do many things, now bow!" he shouted in her face.

"NO!" Charlotte shouted back. Loki raised his hand and struck her across the face causing her to fall to the ground damaging her ankle as she fell. Charlotte let out a small yelp of pain. "That is where you belong, on your knees." Loki said darkly and disappeared.

Charlotte's vision had now fully cleared and she could finally look around. Her cell was a bare cave with metal bars over the entrance. The cave it's self was quite large, clearly designed for someone larger than her. The cell was bare apart from a long rock bench, presumably a bed, against one wall. Finding nothing to grab her attention or to help her escape Charlotte turned her attention to her outfit. Her band new dress had a large gash across the stomach, the bottom was now at least an inch shorter and all ragged and the left strap had been severed. She then looked at her shoes. The heel on her left shoe had broken off and her right was no longer white by any stretch of the imagination. She needed new clothes. God Charlotte, she mentally shouted at herself now is not the time to be thinking about clothes!

Charlotte tried to stand up but immediately fell to the floor again as her ankle could not support her. "Shit!" she shouted. Charlotte ripped some of her already ruined dress and rapped it round her ankle liked she seen on films to give it more support. She then tried to stand up and found that this time she could. Slowly she made her way over to the bed. There was nothing to do but sleep, so she did