CHAPTER ONE

Muncie, Indiana

Nola watched from her car parked across the street as the hotel magically knit its self together, the ruins that were there only moments before started to spark and sputter with life. She felt the energy in the air and she sensed a familiarity. She knows, or rather knew the person. She wasn't surprised. She knew that she must have known at least a few of the gods, just as she knew she must have been at the very least acquainted with the one working this magic. She had seen him enter the building, he was almost too quick for even her eyes to see, she searched for something that would trigger a memory. But there was nothing. Soon the others would come, she didn't think that they were aware that they were being followed, but even so she felt a prickle of icy fear. What if one of them had been there that night? What if all of them had? It was a God eat God world out there and she was just getting used to her new body and didn't feel like hoping of this boat. She had to be smart and she needed a plan. Luckily for her however everyone was fearful of the apocalypse and the devil, so she doubted it needed a great plan. The outline was simple. Get in, get what ever information she could get, and get out. It's the things that could pop up in the middle that had her worried. She wasn't certain she could be convincing enough to the gods, and hoped that they thought they needed her enough not to look into things too much. It wasn't outlandish to say she was a young god, a legacy if you will, she knew not ALL of the gods would attend, she could theoretically parade around as the offspring of one of the gods that couldn't attend. Her lackluster plan was shaping up.

She had begun to get restless as she waited for the gods to arrive and had reclined the seat for a short while till she heard the rumbled of and engine. She straightened up quietly and quickly as a black limo pulled up to the curb outside the hotel. A darker skinned woman and a tall pale man stepped out, both dressed in business formal. Thank god Nola was wearing a short beaded black dress. She felt as if she'd seen the dark skinned woman somewhere at some point. A lifetime ago. She watched silently as they slipped inside. They must be Kali and Baldur, the hosts of this little godly get together. Shortly after that his father Odin showed up in a red truck. Nola respected his lack of bravado. She composed her self mentally and straightened out her short dress as she got out of the car. The sound of her heels clicking against the pavement as she made her way to the door was the only sound to be heard.