Heimdall walks me to the building where Odin presides in, I think that's the right word. I dunno.I looked around my surroundings while walking through Asgard. The buildings look so magnificent. I remember many times that Jacob and Joseph were roleplaying... That Joseph had to repeat a certain phrase, "For Asgaaaaaaaaard!"I ain't joking right here. He had to repeat that when they were roleplaying some kind of war or battle. I understand why he says that, now.

It's such a beautiful...city or planet, whatever works.

"You came here, early." Odin said. He looks exactly like his movie counterpart.

No, not has the eyepatch and white beard. Did the director of the movie get transported to Asgard?. . .

"Um..." I stutter. "Um...Is my realm getting inta world war 3?"

Odin walks down from the throne.

"I've seen your kind develop," Odin said, shaking his head with a small laugh. Odin stops in front of me. He is obviously holding something behind his back. "But that's not a surprise your realm gets into a war."

I roll an eye.

" 're kind of predictable. I don't say 'kinda' anymore because that's a culture..." I get this strange eye from Odin. "Okay...I'm kind of a Whovian." I rub my feet together. "When was I supposed to be here?"'

"You were supposed to be in 4 minutes." He said.

I am a seventeen year old girl and I'm taking this all in. I'm wearing a pink,purple, and white coat with the inside of the warm, big hoody is fluffy-white. I'm wearing blue jeans, nicki shoes, a blue shirt with a light blue short sleeved shirt on top that has a giraffe wearing glasses. I was expected by a god. I was expected by a god. And I was early. Anyway, Odin made me touch this really sharp blade that ignited sparks. I swear I could feel something tingle inside my sparks were light blue...No wait, they were red! Actually, they were both red and blue with the middle of it white.

"...What kind of sword is-" I touch the Jewel shape object in the handle and the sword transformed into a pistol.

Oooh lalala!

"...LLAAASERRRRR bllllaassssstaaah!" I squeal, grabbing the pistol by my two hands. "This is the most awesomest thing in fangirl history!"-Well in my history; besides being betrayed a lot, accomplishing things, and getting a job-"EVER!"

I look towards Odin.

"...Wait." I actually think about this situation a little clearly. "Why did ya give me this?"

I tilt my head.

Odin has this small smile.

"What it cannot provide in hand to hand combat, it makes up for it in firing." Odin tells me as he left out the good stuff.

Seriously, why do the good guy's wise guy have to leave all the good and helpful information out? I mean, come on could it get any better than this?If I knew what I was supposed to be doing then I could be willy-nilly right now. Other than that really bugging, hard question...I should have wished harder that portal to be a space bridge. I should have done it harder!

"So?"
"I want you to meet my son."

I don't like Thor, the dude ya know. He doesn't appeal to me. So Odin had this dude, who reminded me of the scientist guy from 'Spy Kids The Land of Dreams', bring me to a room where Thor was training with...that alien-like woman who's got this unique forehead and nasal thing. I put the pistol in my backpack for safety (One would call it a bookbag, but whatever) Oh yes, I've used Anatomy terms in my Fan Fictions so I know the cervical is my neck! Nasal is...tap your nose. If ya happy and ya know it, tap ya nose!

"What's your name again?" The man, who I don't know his name what so ever, asks.

I pucker.

"Yours?" I ask.

"Fandral." He said. "Now tell me yours."

He's not Irish,for ya information.

"Ivy Bell." I said, as Thor slid across the floor on some pretty neat shoes. "Who's she?"

"Sif." Fandral said.

"I know someone named Sif on Ben 10 Fan Fic-..Nevermind." I started to tell him.

But then I remembered what I promised myself. I would not tell about a site that may be down because of World War 3 that's probably obliterated the entire Northen United States. Or pretty much everywhere. Wait I'm wrong about the nasal-forehead thingy for Sif, scratch it off! Fandral called out to Thor, pretty much ending the training session. Sif had something else to attend to...but man, she has curly hair as Bella Swan from Twilight, If ya seen some promotional posters for Twilight then ya may know what exactly I'm talking about.

"Fandral, how did a mortal get to Asgard?"

Fandral gestures to me.

"The Bifrost got me early." I shrug. "Despite it being broken and all. I honestly do not know why it brought me here."

"Early?..." Fandral and Thor said at once, sharing a odd glance.

I shrug, again.

"Yeeeep!" I said. "And ya pretty much stuck with me! The place I inhabit...in the certain realm I lived in is um...probably gone, wiped off the face of the Earth, oh yeah, because of missles."

"What's inside that bag?" Thor asks.

I sat down on the floor; then unzipped my packpack, taking out my agenda...my notebook...my hat...My pencil bag...My calculator...My black bag...My Pistol...and that was about it. Oh wait I also have this sketch pad and this small book to write how the morning/afternoon went. I unzipped the first top of my backpack, took out two pairs of gloves...One pink and one unzipped the second top of the bookbag, took out a bag of pens, took a blue pen out and unzipped the last pocket. I took out my package of markers.

"This is all I have." I said, in a low voice.

And that is quite literal.

"But that also means," I grin. "You will be pelted by questions. So...many...questions!"

Fandral and Sif laugh while Thor is trying to understand what I was saying. I guess that this is going really slow because Thor is acting like an idiot right now. He's been on Earth, why does he act like an idiot? Could someone come and give me an answer? Well...I can tell this is gonna become one, epic and long adventure full with twists and turns. Also that I am going to love this!