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1978 royal gardens of Asgard

Under Idunn's tree of golden apples, queen Frigga sat thinking of how she wished to have another daughter, one she would do better with. The norns watching over her decided she was worth of being blessed and placed part of the shattered soul of dahlia potter into her womb and created life.

The princess who was coincidentally named Dahlia was born on 1st January 1979 to Queen Frigga and King Odin. She had dark hair like her father, brother and older sister, who was in exile, that formed perfect bouncy curls and always was held out of her face with a delicate tiara, the princess being one of the few people who believed the oversized crown/ helmet was too large and slightly tacky. She had flawless olive skin and an aristocratic bone structure. Her lips where plump and red and whilst she was petite compared to the rest of Asgardians at only 5ft 5, she was by far the prettiest. Her most striking feature was her eyes perfectly doe shaped either side of her button nose, the special part was the colour, the closest description would describe them as glittering like the rainbow bridge with at least 20 different colours and a permanent sparkle, inherited from the allfather.

The princess grew up wanting for nothing and excelling at everything, from magic to swordsmanship to politics. She was talented at everything she tried and when she turned seven, the most magically powerful number, and was officially inducted into the royal family, she was named the goddess of magic, knowledge, power and beauty.

I grew up with two big brothers, Thor and Loki. Thor taught me how to be a warrior and was my sparring partner. Loki taught me magic and we were constantly in trouble for something. They both constantly doted on me and played games and dress up whenever I wanted, which luckily for them was not often.

I was close with Thor and Loki and loved them with all my heart but I, unlike the two of them, could see the pain in my mother's eyes. I could tell it was not because Loki was adopted, I never understood why no one spoke of the adoption. I was determined to figure out my mother's sadness, which I first noticed when I was five. I reached a conclusion at the age of eight and went to father to confront him.

I walked into my father's office and smiled warmly at him before running around the furniture to him and sitting on his lap, giving him no time to argue. I took a deep breath and let everything out "Daddy, I'm not stupid." I start with causing him to look confused and just as he is about to say something I cut him off

"Let me finish. I am not stupid. I know that you and mummy and Thor and Loki all love me. I know that you do what's best for us and for Asgard and I know I was a surprise and that you did not want a little girl. I also know that no matter how much you love your children you must do what's best for us and for Asgard. I know that Loki's adopted and that he is a frost giant. What I don't know is who Loki's parents are? Or how Loki looks so much like us? Or why no one ever mentions anything about the adoption? Or if Loki even knows himself. I don't fully understand why both you and mother look at me with sadness? or why no one can give me a real answer? Or why I have a big sister I didn't know about? Or why Hela was exiled? Or why Thor and Loki don't know? Or why she's not part of our lives? Exile never lasts longer than a few centuries. Daddy, I'm not stupid, so please do treat me like I am and for once in my life answer me truthfully and without riddles."

He gave in and told me everything whilst fondly shaking his head at points as if to recognise his own regrets and doubts. He told me about Hela and her exile. He told me about the prophecy and how his only daughter was prophesied to bring Ragnarök. He says the prophecy is now false as he has 2 daughters, but he was still worried about Hela. He told me about finding Loki and adopting him and then ending the wars between the realms and still not telling Loki of his heritage. He told me of me being born and the Norns declaring the endless cycle of Ragnarök ended.

I turned up and smiled at him before saying "thank you daddy." I then look hopeful and put on my best puppy dog eyes and say innocently "can I meet Hela?"

Daddy looked thoughtful for a moment before sighing and saying "I should have expected someone to ask that question, but I was expecting it to be your mother or Loki. I wish I could deny your request, but I think it's time Hela was brought back into the family, even if it's just through you for now. I'll allow you to visit Hela in Niflheim on one condition. I lied to you during your induction to court, you have one other title, you are a qualifying goddess of death. This means you can control death magic, I can as well so I wish to teach you death magic, like I once taught Hela, so you can at least fight back if she doesn't accept you."

I trained relentlessly for months until father deemed me ready. I then travelled through the Bifrost to the realm of the dead, Niflheim. I walked up to the grand castle in the centre of the skyline and approached the guards. I smiled at them and with as much grace and dignity as I could summon from my years of training, I said "I am Princess Dahlia of Asgard, I am Queen Hela's younger sister and I wish to have an audience with her." It was the most nerve-racking thing I had done and I only slightly relaxed when the doors where opened and I was led into a throne room.

My sister sat on a throne at one end of the room, I walked up to her and curtsied and only when she nodded, I spoke "I am Princess Dahlia Odindoitir of Asgard, and your younger sister. I come in peace and only wish to meet the sister I always wanted." She looked me over before yelling "leave us" to her guards and staff.

Once the room was clear she stepped of her throne and walked towards me before I felt her magic extend and brush against mine. Once our magic touched, we both relaxed and it felt warm and familiar like coming home, the magic we shared through our shared blood sang to each other.

Hela pulled back sharply and closed of all her emotions and whispered "what do you want from me, why are you here? Did Odin send you? Does he want you to spy on his wayward, out of control daughter, oops I meant mistake?"

I smiled sadly and frown as she called herself a mistake, I threw myself into her arms and whispered to her "I just want a big sister, Thor and Loki and great but they're boys and don't understand. Daddy said you might hate me because of his mistakes in the past but he wants to make amends, he was worried about Ragnarök when you were banished but the Norns have told us Ragnarök won't come to pass again. Mama wants to bring you home, but daddy says you won't come because they have wronged you too much. And no one thinks you're a mistake, you were just misunderstood because you where powerful in a time where most where scared and during times of fear people with lots of power are either loved or feared and unfortunately you were feared. Anyway, your banishment caused your magic to grow and you to restore peace to a realm of chaos. That is amazing. I'm sorry I'm rambling now."

She pulled away before looking down at me and after wiping the tears from her eyes she called her people back in and said, "we have a new princess, start preparations for a coronation." She turned back to me and said, "little sister, come I have much to teach you if you are to be a princess of my realm." And from then on, we were the best of friends and at times inseparable.

Me and Hela figured out my soul problem about a year after we met and we figured out a way for me to regain all my memories when I returned to my original body, along with all my magic, my Asgardian abilities and my goddess gifts. She says the ritual we performed will change my original body into my new body when I die in my new body, and I will just have to wear strong glamour charms. What me and Hela don't know is if this is my last piece of soul, or whether I'll die for good when I turn 18.

I spend as much time with all my family members as possible and savour every moment with them knowing that the next few years of my life could be my last. The day after my 18th birthday me and the royal family are walking through the city and seeing our people when an attack happens. I'm the only one who notices, and I managed to save every one of my people and my family against the army that's descending on my city, by sending out a wave of magic that destroyed my enemies, but I was moments to late as a soldier had fired his weapon and hit my back, giving me moments to live. My brothers are at my side as I say as loud as I could, but it sounded like a whisper "I love you both, it was an honour to be your sister. It was an honour to serve Asgard." I died.