First walking into the hall I had expected nothing of King Odin. He usually called me in for the stupidest of reasons, it was either because I had stolen one of his prized possessions and he wanted it back or simply to see if I was staying put and being the good person I was supposed to be. Living on Asgard everyone was expected to be the dream child. No messing around, no excuses, no being foolish. It became hard to be all those things when I was born the Goddess of Thievery. I always seemed to be drawn towards the shiniest of things that didn't belong to me. I had once stolen an entire gold crown from the family next door . It was so magical how they let it sit on a velvet cushion and let the bright sunlight hit it at the right angle so the purest of gold reflected into my window. Quite honestly it was almost as if they had asked me to steal it. The family hadn't noticed for two weeks until King Odin had requested my appearance at his throne. Of course I was six at the time so you can believe that I told him the minute I got in that I had stolen it. Not because I was scared of what the consequences might be, but because I was proud of what I had done. I had stolen the shiniest, most golden crown of the entire Kingdom at the age of six. I still remember the Kings surprised face when I had confessed. That's when he knew to keep me on his radar.
I continued stealing even though Odin was watching. It almost gave me a boost of confidence every time I succeeded. A few hundred years had passed and I was essentially being called in to give back anything I had stolen every second day. At this point in time the palace felt like my second home. Not because I was simply there to give back the possessions I stole, but because I was so familiar with the golden walls, the beautiful floor, and I was confessing right in front of what seemed to be almost like my father figure, King Odin. I only started to consider him as a father when I realized he wasn't sending me in because he thought I was a bad person. Not because he cared about what I stole and who I stole it from. It was because he knew it was just in my nature and I couldn't help myself. Because I needed some guidance on the way to becoming a better person and to control my need to steal. I also think he felt bad for me because both of my parents were killed when I was a very young child and had to be taken care of by a nanny.
Stealing objects made me feel like maybe one day I could steal my parents back from the dead, but that never seemed to be the case.
Today, I decided to stay at home and do nothing at all. I didn't want to steal anything shiny, or vintage, or even a simple wooden spoon. My heart just felt emptier as the days went on, being stuck on Asgard having nothing else to do but steal. I wasn't allowed through the bi-frost because the King thought I would steal something of importance from another realm and cause a war. I mean that's kinda unfair for me, but there's not much I can do about it. I've already explored the vast land of the planet I lived on. I was also not so great at greeting fellow Asgardians. They always seemed to have to act proper, and be perfect, and blah blah blah. They were just so boring. Even though sometimes I wish I could fit in. I wished I had someone, anyone, that was a little like me. That was casted away, thrown into the bins like a piece of garbage. I guess I was too caught up in my own thoughts until I heard the three familiar sharp knocks on my door. I went to go see who it was and once again it was the Guards of the Palace wanting me on behalf of King Odin...
"Hello Ms. Sandreia, Goddess of Thievery, your presence is needed at the Palace."
"Uhm first of all call me Sandy, second of all I haven't stolen anything in two days so that won't be necessary, but thanks for the drop by!"
I go to slam the door in his face but he stops it before it could click shut.
"Ms. Sandre.."
"I said call me Sandy"
"...Ms.Sandy, your presence is needed at the Palace immediately. Now please either follow me to your ride, or we will have to force you to come."
I knew there was no hope for me to get out of this, the guard was the one who came in to escort me all the time so he knew my tricks. I continued on outside and jumped on the horse to be taken to the golden palace only a few miles away. We had reached the gates and were welcomed with silence as we continued on down the corridor towards the thrown room. I was extremely confused as to why I was being called in. I hadn't stolen anything in two days, plus King Odin would've known he's always watching me. My thoughts became blurs as we turned to see the all mighty King Odin in his golden throne. But today he wasn't alone.
