A New World - First night
A/N: And here is the first (official) chapter! I will probably be updating this story about twice a week. Please review/comment with your thoughts and ideas, I am currently having trouble coming up with good plots/topics for upcoming chapters. Thanks for reading! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own (or claim to own) any of the characters in this story. They all belong to different people that are certainly not me.
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Your POV
You wake up, which is a strange thing seeing as the last thing you remember is dying. You try to move, but find that you are trapped in a dark, tight space. Beginning to panic, you pound on the top of the box and soon find yourself screaming at the top of your lungs as well. Usually, you aren't much of a screamer. If you had woken up in any other place, you would've been fine. But considering you are greeted by pure blackness, you're pretty much freaked out. That is, until you hear a voice. The minute you perceive the voice you stop, allowing your rescuer to open your prison without fear of you smacking him/her. Blinking at the light, you slowly sit up and rub your eyes.
"DJkdb dis ahuoe?" The voice asks, and you look that direction to find a middle-aged man wearing strange tan clothing- you guess by its design and condition that it is a uniform of some sort. He takes your hands and gently helps you out of the gold box. You end up leaning heavily on him as you use your legs for the first time in what seems like ages. The man speaks to you again.
"Gnosv ce jdicr solh?" You shake your head, indicating your lack of understanding of his language. Gently, he sets you on the floor. You look around the room and see several items you recognize; the green stone necklace being the most prevalent.
"Stone of my father, give me the understanding to speak with this man." Accepting your command, the talisman releases a wisp of green smoke that passes right through the glass display where it is being held. It swirls above your head before entering your ear and infecting your brain. The man, surprised by all of this, takes a small step away.
"It is alright no- woah, sorry, it has just been awhile since I used the stone to assimilate languages. I do not believe I have used this language before. What is it called?" The man slowly approaches you again.
"English."
"English… fascinating. Now, what might your name be?" You inquire.
"I am Theodore Roosevelt, 26th president of the United States of America. And you are…"
"Princess (y/n) Lokiditter of the kingdom of Viðr. It is a pleasure to meet you, although I am not sure your complete title was translated correctly. Now, if you could please tell me, I am afraid I do not know where I am."
"Well, your highness, you are in the Museum of Natural History in what I believe is the new Norse mythology section."
"Museu-" That's when you look down and notice your dress. You can't help the tears that fill your eyes as you recognize your dauðrbinda (death dress, aka the dress you're to be buried in). "Oh Allfather, what has happened to me?" You cover your face with your hands to hide the tears that flow freely down your cheeks.
"Princess, I understand how hard this must be for you, but let me assure you that it gets better. Here at the museum, we have all become a family. I know that it may never make up for the one you have lost, but it is one that will accept you." You look up at the man as you wipe the tears off your face.
"Thank you. However, if I am truly… deceased, then how can I be alive?" He motions toward the wall behind what you now understand is your sarcophagus.
"On that wall was once a tablet, the tablet of Ahkmenrah. It gave life to all of us here in the museum while the sun is down. I am just a wax statue, see?" He holds out his hand and you carefully feel the waxy skin.
"Well, where is this tablet now?"
"The last I saw of it was back at the British museum in England. What I am curious to know, is why we have come back to life. The tablet is hundreds of miles away." You smile.
"I believe I can answer that for you." Slowly, you lean on the edge of your coffin and stand. Taking the arm he offers you, you manage to walk over to the display with the stone.
"This necklace was a gift from my father when I first chose to come to Midgu- uh… my homeland to live with my mother. Thanks to the power of my father, she was made queen of a small kingdom on the ocean coast. He gave the stone to me, saying that its magic would take care of me when he couldn't. While I am not sure of its full power, I know that it is more than capable of recovering and amplifying any magic, even if it is not familiar with it; such as this tablet that you speak of." You mutter a few commands in Norse and the green smoke reappears and moves to the wall, outlining what you assume used to be the tablet.
"Well, I'll be." You let go of his arm (to which you have been tightly clinging) and take a step back. You steady yourself for a moment before slowly heading toward the exit. "And where exactly are you going?" He asks, smirking.
"I wish to explore this… museum and meet its inhabitants. Are you coming, or shall I have to discover this new world all on my own?"