A cool summers breeze ruffled through short black hair. Sea-green eyes fixated on the sun cresting the horizon as she relished in the feeling of the dirt beneath her feet. Sparrows chirping from the trees overhead as curiosity flared in her green eyes. The world smelt different than it had last time she'd walked amongst mortals just over two millennium prior. It felt different as well. Like the Earth itself was sick, not just it's people. The life she felt so strongly all those years ago was dulling with pollution and greed. Though she could still feel the magic. Dull as it was, she knew it was there. Thrumming below the surface of rock and dirt.
"Is it as you remember?"
"Nay." She didn't hesitate in her response. Her thick accent having not been uttered upon the Earths soil since the early days of the Norse. "It looks different. It feels different."
"I am sorry, my child." She knew he was. Her faðir, the god of mischief and lies had spent the last two thousand years attempting to free his children. He had fought Odin's ruling against his youngest. The man so blinded by his own fear and pride to see it would be his undoing. Two thousand years he'd spent trying to free his children without sparking the damnation of Ragnarok.
"Where am I?" Her voice rose barely above a whisper as she glanced towards the man at her side. His thick black locks dusting lithe shoulders a glowing green eyes met hers. Mischief and madness flaring in the orbs as Hel forced her gaze back to the rising sun.
"Virginia, specifically just outside a town named Mystic Falls." What kind of name was Mystic Falls? That kind of name just attracted the supernatural.
"Small towns are so dull."
"Trust me, dóttir, you will have your fun here."
She wouldn't question her faðir. Mad as he could be, he was not a fool. The trickster god was far more cunning and manipulative than most gave him credit for. After all, he did just free her from an eternity within Helheim. "Fenrir is next, is he not?"
The god nodded. "Then Jörmungandr."
"I will not keep you then," she spoke, watching as a modern automobile practically flew down the deserted road in the distance. It's bright blue paint visible despite the distance between it and Hel. "If you require my assistance, I shall be here."
"Of course, dóttir. Be careful."
"Trust me, faðir, I fear no creature."
He smirked. "I don't doubt it."
He was gone in a plume of green smoke a moment later. Not missing the smirk that crossed his child's lips as he returned to Asgard.
She would have her fun, and she would be safe.
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What do you guys think? I know it's really short. The next chapter will be a lot longer.
Translations-
Faðir - Father
Dóttir - Daughter