...November 1st...2013...

...Asgard...

Knight and I have been shifting through our options with the little results we've been having for eleven months. We took our attempts up higher and higher; but we got nothing in the end except for the feeling where hope is slowly burning away into the darkness. Adopting a child sounds quite reasonable but picking one we both agree on is not easy.

"Prince of Asgard!"

I turn towards the left seeing a seer among a line of Asgardians. I can only tell this is a seer as they are dressed differently than most Asgardians and healers; a mix between the new era of Midgard and the old ways of Asgard. They are the ones who want to push Asgard forwards into a new era while most Asgardians prefer staying in their comforting life style.

"Wait!"

I put the apple back into the crate and left.

Normally I don't like speaking to seers as one conversation with them is spoilers.

Spoiler-mania.

About the future,I mean, it is not wise to enter a conversation with them unless they're in appropriate Asgardian fit clothing and seem just natural to speak with. Another tell tale sign of being a seer is a marking on the side of the temple strangely resembling a crescent moon with three raised circles behind it. That is how an average Asgardian knows their child can foresee the future shortly after they are born with four indistinguishable markings to the left side of their forehead. I do not like talking to employed seers at all.

They're pricking at the future and giving me all the juicy details about it.

I often wonder what is in their dull skulls when they give me spoilers.

I despise hearing spoilers pertaining to my future.

Can I not be spoiled?

I take a short cut into a passage way then watch the seer run past me.

'So much for knowing the future,' I muse to myself.

I take a step out of the passage way. Birds flew over the street in pairs chirping. Three smaller birds follow after the pair flapping their little wings. The birds little ones still tag along even when they are grown enough to go off on their own little venture into life. I make my way down the street watching little kids play-while disguised as an random Asgardian to blend in with the scenery-chasing after each other on a game of 'tag, you are it!'. A couple little dogs are snoozing beside each other in front of the opened doorway curled up. They didn't stir out of their sleep when I walk past.

I came into a park.

A perfect place to think over what other options-not only adoption-we could take. I sat down on a bench then get lost in my thoughts. My thoughts go all over the place thinking about the endless possibilities resulting from these other possibilities; one of them was bad enough and a few were sincerely cruel but desperate enough to have one. A child. We don't know what the last obstacle is in our life. Knight and I believe the worst is over. There is not going to be an attack any time soon by Dark Elves,Chitauri, and furious alien races.

Someone sat down across from me.

I turn my head to see a young Asgardian boy, dressed casually, with the marking of a seer.

"What are you here for?" I ask.

"Well,..." The boy said. "My father thought he saw the prince of Asgard go here."

"Uh huh," I said.

"As in; THE prince!" The boy exaggerates. "You know how rare that is to see him face to face in public?"

I shrug.

"Not that rare," I said.

"My father and his father only saw him twice," The boy said. "Father went to the coronation four years ago. His father went to clean up some mess the prince and his brother made in the park one day when he was much younger."

"I don't remember a mess in this beautiful scenery," I said.

"There was," The boy said. "They brought flying horses."

Oh boy, that was a mess.

"Them," I said. "Flying horses, you mad?"

"No," The boy said. "I am afraid not."

I smile looking down towards the boy.

"You know," I said. "Thought I saw the prince go into the flower garden."

The boy gasps.

"Really?" The boy asks.

"Yes," I lied, nodding. "I saw him."

"Well," The boy said. "If he comes past after I go through the tall field of flowers; please tell him."

"The prince probably would be confused that I tell 'please tell him'," I said. "If I am to tell the prince of Asgard what might it be?"

"Next June one of those attempts are going to succeed," The boy said. "I don't understand what it means exactly but father thinks the prince of Asgard may know."

I raise a brow.

"You have the marking of a seer," I said. "Yet you're telling a perfectly random stranger about someone's future foreseen by your father."

"Because a perfect random stranger can make him trip!" The boy said. I lower my brow. "And then tell the prince."

"Is a specific date about this attempt?" I ask.

"Well, it happens after the attempt," The boy said. "In the morning on the first Thursday of the month."

I laugh.

"I will tell him," I said.

"Good," The boy said, getting up with a delighted face. "I don't know why everyone thinks we spoil the future but we don't spoil it in casual conversations."

The boy gets up then leaves me be.

"Hey prince!" The boy calls running into a very tall field of flowers.

I get up off the bench feeling hope. The first Thursday of June is the sixth. The birthdate of Knight in her original timeline. I have a little more hope now for our chance to have a child. I know what Knight's birthday present is going to be. The best one we both want. In that case we are both happy in the long run with a little information withholding.

I feel better than I had entering the streets.