Gods Gift

In the beginning, God created

The bell of one plaza in Mexico city ranged for the 8 time that afternoon. It was time to go home, the restaurant had just a few costumers left and my dish pile was clean. I changed into my normal clothes and took a look at the mirror. Dahm i look like shit. Brown skin the tone of chocolate milk (that joke hasn't been funny since 6th grade), short, standing at 1.60 and from Greece, green eyes and black hair . I couldn't look worse even if i passed through a fire...multiple times. I say my goodbyes to my coworkers (yes even that one that for the life of me i can't remember their name) and i get into my motorcycle, an old small machine that still works because god either forgot about it or blessed it with immortality. Either way i get on it and drive through the empty streets to my apartment. It's way to early for the night life to begin and way to late for the evening life to be still going. I drive through the all too familiar route of small houses that are 2 floors high at most with potted plants in their small balconies and arrive at my apartment. A 1 floor orange building with a flat roof that's almost outside the city and barley big enough for me to live here. My mother would make me move it if she knew i was living in a place like that . May the Holly trinity protect her soul. I open the door of my small garden with my 7 deadly cactus (yeah thats their given name) and after closing it i moved to open my house door. Aftear closing and locking the 3 locks on this one i go straight to my couch/bed. I pass through the kitchen and the closed door that my bathroom is behind on my way there. After those 6 steps are done i collapse on it, next to a mold stained carpet that i belonged to the previous owner. I kiss the cross on my chest as my father taught me to do every night before closing my eyes and taking my usual comfortable position on the bed/couch i think that another good day passed. I thank the god for what i have and start to drift into sleep.

And then it happens."Humans of the world!" said a voice, deep and pure. It was like hearing a melody. I jumped out of my bed and into the carpet where i stumble to stand on my feet thinking that someone has broken into my house. However i see nothing moving in the darkness. I am just now realizing that the voice spoke in Greek, my native language." Ναι? "(yes?) i say while looking around. Then i hear it again "It is me, the one and true god. I am talking to each and every one of you in a language you understand to tell you something important". I am beyond surprised as i am already imagining that the end of the world has come and wondering if i will be judged worthy of enterimg the eternal heaven. "you have failed me, you praise me but you have forgotten about the achievements of humanity. You praise the saints and the angels but your own legends lay forgotten in history books!". I hear gunshots from a few blocks away. Maybe someone that doesn't accept the word of god? Someone taking care of a thief possibly? I dont know, the voice continues" This is why now i will gift some humans with supernatural powers corresponding to legendary figures of your history as well as their skills. May you and your bloodlines  guide humanity to a new age. Good luck " Is this actually true? What does he mean by supernatural powers? If the mighty god would interfere why would he not make the world better himself? I shouldn't doubt him! I think to myself. Then, it happened. I felt good. Great. The best i have ever felt in my entire life! I felt as if a divine light was shining upon me. I felt like i was 18 years old again. And then, i heard a name, not from any voice, not from anyone around me but by myself. Without realizing my mouth uttered a single word that would change my life forever. "Ragnarr"