The Force of Four Worlds

Chapter 6 - Kaida

My mum liked to communicate with me in 3 ways: FaceTime, WhatsApp voice call and dreams. I normally wasn't fussy about which he picked, but it did annoy me that my beauty sleep was being constantly interrupted. That's right, it's not a typo, my mum is a 'he'. Honestly, I think you should be more surprised about the fact that he's a Norse god. Well, godly idiot would be the correct term. He's just a [expletive deleted] [expletive deleted] just like his [expletive deleted]. Anyway, back to the story.
So yeah, my mum keeps entering my dreams like a badly dressed nightmare. "I'm sure he's not that bad." You think. Wrong!
The images of my beautiful dream, which happened to be dancing ice cream cones on top of the Grand Canyon, moving the ice cream equivalent of their hips (flakes? sprinkles? this question will be heavily contemplated throughout the story) to the tune of Moves Like Jagger, were interrupted by the feeling of an inhuman force pushing me as I clawed at my black, blue and silver dyed hair as it flew out of its ponytail. I grasped desperately at the edge of the cliff, stones and sand rolling off into my eyes as I my feet slipped off the jagged platform. Luckily, I managed to get my fingers on the edge. The invisible force pulled me to my feet, trying to make my fingers slip. I ignored it.

"Stop!" I yelled, finally finding my voice. The powerful wind waited in response. You know how everyone says that when they fall it turns black? It was quite the opposite for me. My vison turned into a deathly white.

I was seriously wondering whether I was still dreaming at this point. Do people normally get to sleep in their dreams? Is it normal if the ice cream cones that you adore would dance in real life? So many questions, so much stupidity.
I woke up in the whitest place you could imagine. I hated it instantly (more on that later). My mum stood in the middle of the room.
Here's some advice: if your mum is embarrassing, treats you like a baby, is the Norse god of deception and lies, has poison dripping on his face constantly, his resistance held back by the guts of his two sons and seriously needs family therapy with his dad, you must run. Which is exactly what I did. Of course, I forgot he was a god and all that junk. He easily blocked my way. That [expletive deleted].
"Kaida, my daughter, how is my favourite Spanish shapeshifter?" He said it casually, as if we had the best daughter-father relationship in the world.
"I am not your Spanish shapeshifter you [expletive deleted]."
"Again with the swearing? Darling, you need t-"
"Don't darling me you [expletive deleted]." I muttered to myself.
"What did you say?" Loki yelled.
"Nothing." I said as innocently as I could. It didn't work.

He explained the plan to me. I didn't like it but he said I had to do it.
Oh did you think I was going to tell you the plan? HAA! Nope. Naïve Midgardians.
"Wait, how am I supposed to get to Camp Full Vein?" I enquired.
"Camp Half-Blood."
"Same difference."
He sighed then put on his signature diabolical smile.
"Like this." Within a click of his stupid fingers, I was falling. AGAIN.

Everything went by so fast. I saw a massive field of green dotted with red. I saw clashing forces of orange and purple before I fell face first into the dirt. I wished I had enough time to turn into a bird. Sad life.
The first thing that happened was me digesting dirt. Typical. Then I looked and saw I was in the middle of the battle Loki told me about. Some people looked like skinny kids who had obviously never fought before and carried swords longer than their arms. Some looked ready to decapitate anything, from a teddy bear to a dragon. Then, someone screamed charge.
Guess what happened.
They charged.
At me. What is it with Midgardians?!

I had enough time to turn into an ant. Not the most dignified creature, but what else is a demigod/ child of Loki/ shapeshifter/ badass (please circle appropriate) meant to do under pressure?
I scuttled as far as I could, past some weird arc and a pine tree. Other ants ran alongside me, pointing me toward a bizarre looking hut cabin thingy with a large brass 6 on the door, and above it a snooty-looking owl sitting on a twig. I entered it and, without checking, turned into a human.
"Well, that's my exercise for the week done." I said, stretching. Then I turned and I saw them.
Yes.
Them.

Sorry everyone! There's been an error with the schedule we set for posting chapters. We apologise in advance, this will be the last chapter we publish until September, as we cannot gather to write more until school starts. Please vote and comment, and we hope you are enjoying our story so far! Thank you