Merry Meet! Sorry my chapters have been short, I've been writing them REALLY late at night and they look a lot longer on word ^-^;;; Thank you for reviewing dreamworldcitizen! And for everyone else here's chapter two! Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Sigyn and Iliya stood in a large field holding suitcases as the clouds gathered. "Do you think he heard us?" Sigyn asked, looking at the sky. They had called for Heimdall to open the Bifrost bridge but they were left standing as nothing happened. Iliya looked worriedly to her sister. "Hey Heimdall! You can ignore us but we're still handing here…still waiting…," Sigyn called to the sky.

"Please, sir open the bridge," Iliya called to the sky. Why was nothing happening? Finally after what seemed like forever a giant blue light zapped them and when the opened their eyes they were face to face with a very wet bridge master. "Are you okay?" Iliya asked uncertain. The man they could only assume was Heimdall shook his head.

"I am alright," he said in a booming deep voice. In truth Sigyn found his bright yellow eyes and tense manner off-putting. "I was simply distracted by a prank that was pulled on me." At this Sigyn's eyebrows shot up, whoever pranked someone as intimidating as Heimdall had a lot of gall.

Sigyn pulled out a soft cloth and handed it to Heimdall, "Here; so you can dry off." He accepted it with a small nod and an even smaller smile.

"Thank you Lady Sigyn," Sigyn blushed and smiled. No one had called her 'Lady' before. Suddenly Sigyn and Iliya cringed as a loud nasally voice cooed.

"There you two are! Whatever took you so long! A lady does not keep people waiting!" A stout middle aged woman dressed in ridiculous frills enter into the Bifrost sphere. She looked pointedly to Sigyn, "I'm not sure how but I am sure it was somehow your fault."

"Hello to you too Aunt," she grumbled back as the woman made her way over to Iliya.

"And Iliya look at how beautiful you've become! A spitting image of a princess! Unlike other people," at this their aunt looked back at Sigyn, "Well don't just stand! There come along I see I have a lot of work to do." Sigyn rolled up her ready to pounce on the annoying woman but Iliya took her hand and shook her head. She didn't know how long she could stand this woman.

They followed their aunt out onto the Bifrost bridge and Sigyn's breath caught in her throat. Asgard was beautiful; clad in glittering golds and silvers. Sigyn only thought such a place could exist outside of her books and dreams. "Wow," she whispered to Iliya. Sigyn was completely distracted and did not hear a word her aunt prattled off.

"Sigyn! A lady does not go off in a daze!" she huffed, leading them into the city, "Were you even listening?"

"Someone should tell her ladies don't wear tents," Sigyn grumbled. Her aunt spun around and grabbed her ear not even a second after, dragging her along, "ow! Ow! Ow!" Iliya sighed and followed the very odd scene to a large house. Sigyn's ear was finally released from its prison as they entered inside.

"That was for your back talk," their aunt said sternly, "however do you expect me to get you married off with an attitude like that? Honestly, your father is asking for a miracle." Iliya looked away, afraid to say anything as Sigyn bit her lip to keep from yelling. "Your rooms are down the hall. I will call you when dinner is ready," she said dismissively. Sigyn straightened her shoulders and walked to the room, anger coursing through her at her aunt's words. Iliya opened her mouth to say something but the look in Sigyn's emerald eyes cut her off. She sat in silently in her room, tears streaming down her face. She didn't want to come here, she didn't want this. She looked to the window and saw that sun had already begun to set. Without a second thought she climbed out the window and ran, not caring where she stopped.

Finally after what seemed like eternity Sigyn slowed and found herself in a large garden brimming with roses. It was the most beautiful thing Sigyn had ever laid eyes on. A massive fountain of a mystic water animal sat in the middle of it, its waters looking like pure gold in the setting sun's rays. Sigyn sat down on the rim of it, her legs feeling weak from her sprint. Sigyn closed her eyes and let her hand drift along the surface of the water, her fingertips skimming the cool water. She didn't know where she was or how she was getting back but she was glad she found this place. She could almost pretend she was at home in the sunset, sitting in the garden. Sigyn became so lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the man approach behind her.

"What are you doing here?"