Warm Darkness

Prologue

Time is wasting away, thinking, waiting, and losing. Here we are just pawns on a playing board waiting for our turn to shine. The question most frequently asked is the following; "What is my purpose?" Well, let's explore that.

First, let me introduce myself, I am not your typical narrator. Someone unusual and most of the time, forgotten. Invincible but not invisible but most times it sure feels like it. I take my human form as a 19-year-old girl, long strawberry blonde hair with huge round frame glasses like your uncle used to wear in the 70s. I tend to be shy and just observe these humans as I roam around doing my thing. I just like to study why they do most things. Do they feel they have some type of meaning, or do they know what I know?

My name is Anya, I am Norse born, part human, part Jötunn. I am a demigod...Truth is that I was outcasted from my own people and now I live among them, the humans. I can't exactly remember why I was outcasted but the only thing is that I have done something terrible. Something grand enough that they had to have most of my memory erased but they failed, I still remember who I am. My memory is somewhat intact but they have taken the memories of my family away, I have been searching for answers for decades but in the meantime, I just observe the humans.

Now, I know my purpose, but do they? They just seem to run around, stumbling on everything near and far. Thinking they know everything and all, but in reality, they know nothing.