Chapter 10

I HATE KIDNAPPING

I didn't care.

Before you ask me what I didn't care about, just... Don't. I'll tell you before you can.

I didn't care about Camp Rules, I didn't care about Camp Harpies, I just wanted the quest. Only problem was, I didn't know where to start.

Olympus wouldn't do, too much confusion.

So after much mind-debating, I settled getting to Asgard. Which, of course, I had no idea where it was.

Of course, when I had packed a backpack and walked out of my cabin (which wonderfully had a time dilation bubble. you could walk in, have a conversation and walk out almost immediately after you walked in. Yay for physics translated into Mythology), I was ambushed by not only Serena, but also Tom, brandishing a very painful-looking Broor, spinning it around slowly.

"Where do you think you're going?" Serena asked dangerously.

"Where do youthink you're going?" I asked back in the same tone, playfully mocking her.

"We were just going on a quest and we were getting you." Tom said before Serena could say anything.

"Okay. Right. Yeah. I believe you." I said, scepticism and sarcasm dripping from my every syllable.

"If I was lying, would I have my hammer out?"

He made a fair point. So I agreed and when we were at the foot of Half-Blood Hill, I asked if Serena had any weapons.

"None at all." Serena muttered just loud enough for us to hear.

As soon as we had come out of the boundaries, we were confronted.

"Howdy." He said in a thick Texas accent. The man had a quiver (with three circles in a triangle formation – the symbol of Asgard). He was large and muscular with heavy blond (the yellow type) hair and a large yellow beard. He had a wolf-skin cloak that reached to his shoulders (which had the head of the wolf attached, which was very alive, looking around as if mesmerized by it's surroundings), with pockets that could fit a good five I-Phones. His long-bow was very fancy. It had the head of a golden Stag on one limb and head of a golden wolf on the other. It also had golden string and was made of very royal-looking wood. "Oh, Where are my supposed manners?" He asked himself. "I'm Ull..."

"Norse god of Winter, Archery, Hunting, Skiers and Snowshoes." I finished... OK, maybe interrupted.

He looked at me. "I like you already. What's your name?"

"Lizzie."

"Well, Lizzie," He pulled something out of one of his pockets. "Have an apple." He threw a gleaming gold apple at me, which I only just caught and stowed in my backpack.

"OK. I overheard Serena here saying she had no weapons so I came along grabbing a Silver-class enchanted bow and Internal-Enlargement-Charmed quiver." He turned to Serena and took a another long-bow out of his pocket. Seeing our blinking eyes he explained that he had an unmovable internal enlargement charm added on to each of his pockets.

The bow was very similar to his own bow but had silver string and animal heads on it instead of gold. He also gave her the quiver with the Internal Enlargement Charm (or IEC for future reference) that he told her she could get three different types of arrows from it whenever she wanted. "There's the Grabbing Arrow, the Explosive Arrow and the Normal Arrow."

"What's the metal?" I asked, curious.

"Kveykval iron. Anyway, there's an unlimited amount of arrows in that quiver, of all three types.

"So, what you gonna name it?"

Tom raised his hand when Serena shrugged. "You could name it 'Kljufa'. It means 'Cleave'."

She nodded, still in shock at being handed a weapon from a powerful god, and staring at the bow as if it would explode.

"Okay, I've got another bit of information for you."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well," He pulled a guilty look. "I can't interfere directly so the laws need me to give you it in a cryptic way."

"Great." I grimaced.

"Yeah. So, uh... Here goes:

Towers twins,

Destroyed by bridge,

People were killed,

Within 56 and 102 mins.

And That's it."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"You'll know when you get there."

And he vanished in a flash of snowy white without elaborating.

"What did that mean?" Serena asked, coming out of her shock.

Before we could discuss it any further, A heavy blow swept us off our feet and some kind of dangerous lullaby made us sleep.

Me: PEOPLE! FOR HELA'S SAKE! I HAD TO GO TO EPIC MEAL TIME (which is a long way away) AND ASK THEM TO COOK MY PUPPIES IN THE MOST EPIC MEAL TIME WAY OF ALL TIME: BACON STRIPS, AND SAUSAGES, AND MORE BACON STRIPS, AND A BIRD IN A BIRD IN A BIRD IN A BIRD IN A BIRD IN A PIGLET IN A PUPPIE! AND BACON STRIPS! AND GRILLED CHEESE AND DEEP FRIED CHOCOLATE BARS!

IT WAS EPIC! (Then the police came and arrested them with the charge of animal abuse. I agree with the police, but I needed to do it)

Serena: Only one review came through (rhyme!) last time.

Lizzie: Who was I kidnapped by?

Tom: Where am I?

Me: Great! Okay people, Tom is going to be joining these short conversations from now on.

Lizzie: YOU CALL THIS SHORT?

(Anonymous reviews are enabled now! Yay!)

Anyways, goodbye from HMS Columbia!

*Retires to HMS Columbia's gravity ring*