AN: Attention new readers and old! I updating this chapter to say that I'm going to be changing a couple things. Why? I've had a couple ideas that I hope will make the story flow better and I wanted to fix a couple things that I had messed up on before. Plus I want to start writing a lot more again! I'm hoping to update a little more regularly but... whatever happens in the future will happen! Anyway, to you new readers, ENJOY! To my old readers, shall we make this better?

Every 100 years, Allfather Odin would go to Midgard and choose one of the young men or women to come with him to Asgard. That young man or woman would be granted the lifespan of a God, but there's a catch. They would have to serve Odin in whatever way he desires. How lucky, or unlucky, this young Midgardian is will be up to you. For this is a story for not the faint of heart. In the beginning, is more explaining her situation. That's when all heck breaks loose and people die.

"Dyana! Put a smile on your face! Today Allfather picks a special child!" Mum exclaimed while fussing over the young girl's hair and light blue dress.

"Mum, why would he pick a disabled girl like me?" the brown haired girl asked.

"Because you are beautiful. Dyana, this is Allfather we're talking about. If he chooses you, then he will make you whole," Her mother's voice soothed.

"Mum, I don't have much chance. There's no need to fuss and look pretty."

"Hush, child. It is almost time," she retorted, "Dear! Dyana is ready!"

"Coming!" came Pa's slightly muffled reply. He ran in and scooped Dyana up into his arms. She laughed in delight as her limbs hung uselessly. "And how is my little girl? Is she ready for the big day?"

"Pa, I'm 13!" she laughed.

"Nope! Don't believe you! You're just my little girl! Come now, you are to be chosen today!" he exclaimed while carrying her out the door to the village square. Her fair arms and legs dropped motionless against her Father. Her light brown hair shone in the sunlight. Her green eyes seemed to glow with light and… sadness.

"And how do you know that?" she replied sarcastically.

"Can't tell you," he whispered mischievously. He laid her in a sitting position on the Shaman's wagon. "Mr. Shaman said you could use his wagon today," Pa winked.

Dyana laughed, but her smile disappeared as she wanted to hug my father. "Don't frown, Dyana. Today is your lucky day!" he soothed stroking her face.

"Ok, I will not frown. Just for you," she said plastering a fake smile.

"That's my girl. Remember, speak in the old tongue and never look Allfather in the eyes. Or any of the Gods," Pa cautioned.

"Understood," she mumbled. There was a clasp of thunder and blinding light erupted the center of the square. When the light subsided, Pa was already in the crowd watching. Dyana turned her gaze slightly to see Allfather wearing beautiful golden armor. It was engraved most exquisitely and his winged helmet completed the outfit. His one eye swept over all of the young men and women who were gathered in the square. Some looked straight at him, others cowered. Dyana kept her eyes down and begged for him to pass over her. No one made a sound as Odin walking down the line. Even the cows were quiet in their pastures. The crish crish of his armed boots was the only thing to be heard. Dyana noticed Allfather get closer from the corner of her eye. He stopped next to her a frowned.

"Dyana, daughter of Orid, a bargain from the heavens is soon to be presented unto thee," his deep voice boomed across the silent air. People flinched and Dyana felt fear wrap around her heart.

"What may thou place forth before me?" she whispered in fear.

"The chance to be free from mortal disadvantages. A chance to live long as the Aesir and Vanir. An opportunity of a lifetime," he drawled. Unbeknownst to her, she was the only one who heard his words. Everything he had said fell silent to the villager's ears.

"Under what conditions, may I ask," her quivering voice asked.

"Thou shall be the servant to one of my sons. Thou shall answer their every desire with swiftness and no complaint. Wherever and whenever they call upon you. In return, thou shalt walk with thy feet. What say thee on this bargain for life?" Odin's words seemed to echo in her head. Her breathing quickened in fear and tears pricked her eyes. I know not what to choose! Mum wants this for me…. I wish it not! My life may be better, but as a slave? I don't want this...

"I accept the offer granted unto mine wretched soul," she mumbled. NO! What am I doing! NO! I don't want this! She screamed in her head. Her tears broke through her eyes in torrents against her white cheeks. Odin's smile seem to say that he could hear her thoughts. For his smile was not the kind smile you would expect. It was the smile of the executioner before he did his deed.

"A wise decision for one so young," he replied. He reached forward and placed a hand upon the girl's forehead. Golden light surrounded them, spinning around furiously. She closed her eyes and screamed as fear seemed to grasp her every limb. Pain laced her body as if fire. Her mind was attacked with feelings of fear, hatred, death, and…. Peace.