A God's Daughter : Book 2

Chapter 1

Ranlanair pov:

I didn't know what to think when I woke up, other than the fact that everything hurt.

It was all searing pain, and numb all the same. Why does the world hate me? God's I wouldn't know.

I heard someone shuffle next to me and widened my eyes, attempting to turn my head to the sound, and causing shoots of pain to flare up into my shoulder.

"Bloody-Where are we?" Asked Aaric, shooting up and wincing, letting out a cry of disdain and pain. He gripped his leg and his shoulder gingerly. His hand came away with blood staining his fingertips. "Right then. So that probably isn't a good thing."

"Probably not." I said, my voice coming out low and gravelly, slurring my words a bit. My head felt like cotton. But of course because the world decided to kill me it hurt too.

Aaric turned to face me, brows furrowed in concern.

"Yknow, I'm not sure what we were hit with, or stabbed with, or magicked with or anything of the sort, but I am almost positive we could have died. I feel like dying right now. It would be less painful. But, there is also the fact that we are Asgardians, so; our bodies should heal quickly, and if this is how much pain we're in now, imagine how much worse it would have been if we weren't. Plus, we are both young, so our healing process and pain factor is significantly lower than an adults." He fell backwards again, only to hiss at the contact with his shoulder. "Shouldn't have done that. It hurts even more now. And I think I made my brain hurt with the endless amount of words used just now."

"I think you made my brain hurt too, Aaric. Do us both a favor and shut it, please."

"Alright, now tell me who the hell you both are, why the hell you're here, who the hell you're both working for, and why you nearly killed my father." Said a new voice from out of the shadows. It appeared we were all in a sort of stable, or something similar, and we were both laying on...What is this, straw? Yes. It is definitely straw. With a few ropes and metal things hanging from the ceiling.

The new voice was female, but with a slightly different accent than Aarics and mine. She was...twangy. That is the worst possible word to describe her voice, but we will go with that.

"Um... What if you tell us where we are first, who you are, who your father is, what your talking about, and why you think we work for someone." Said Aaric.

"Well, to be honest you used to work for someone, A. As did I. So... maybe she wants our jobs or something?"

"Ok, shut it. I don't work for anyone anymore, and you don't work even though you are supposed to, but instead let your father take your job." I sighed. He had valid points, but... nobody REALLY needed to know that we worked as a servant and a gardener.

"Tell me and I'll tell you." She said defiantly. Aaric turned his head to look at me, quirking and eyebrow. I shook my head.

"Sorry, lovie, but that isn't how this works." We heard her stifle a laugh.

"I wouldn't count on that. I'm the one who has a gun trained on you, and I'm the one who shot you and took you both here. Your my captives." Aaric sighed.

"In what world are captives a normal thing? We aren't at war, you realize that, right? So...we are... injured visitors, let's say."

"Ok. You two are really weird. I'm Valkrie. My friends call me Val." Our eyes widened and we both sat up immediately and looked to each other. A VALKRIE? A REAL VALKRIE? DIDNT THEY ALL DIE AND STUFF AND WHAT IS HAPPENING.

Although we realized in moments that sitting up was a mistake and we both squawked like birds and hissed.

But a VALKRIE! Here! And we get to meet her! And we even had the honor of being nearly killed by her-no. Wait. That wasn't a good thing. Right. Right right right right, I have to remember that.

"So, I'm Valkrie, my father's name is Ares, I'm talking about how you both nearly crushed him with a tree, and I thinkm you work for someone because people have been trying to kill him for the last year, because he owns a lot of land that people want. Also, welcome to Australia, BITCHES."

"Aust-what-ia? Is this a dream? Why is a VALKRIE of all things trying to kill us too? I am so confused." I said aloud, Aaric nodding vigorously at my words.

"I knew it. You two are crazy. You came from an asylum, didn't you?" It was completely silent for a few moments before I had the nerve to ask.

"What's an asylum?"

"SERIOUSLY? YOU TWO ARE, WHAT? FOURTEEN? FIFTEEN? AND YOU DONT K OW WHAT AUSTRALIA IS, WHAT AN ASYLUM IS, WHO I AM, OR ANYTHING, DO YOU?"

"Yeah, not really, no." Aaric confirmed for the Valkrie. "Also, why is a Valkrie working to kill us? What did we do? I think you might have the wrong people, my lady."

"What? What do you mean A Valkrie?  My name is Valkrie. And I'm only threatening to kill you two because you tried to kill my father. I told you all the shit you needed to know, now tell me all the shit I need to know."

"Well, can we at least see who were talking to first?" I asked. She sighed.

"Well, I suppose it is stupid of me, but might as well." Then she stepped out of the shadows and into the shining light. Her hair was a deep ruby red, much like Yeiras natural eye color, while her skin was probably pale, but was tanned from the sun. She wore weird looking shoes and a sort of vest but it was all fabric with a hood and pockets and a toothy thing in the middle. She wore some very badly tailored leggings, which looked to be made from blue wood, to be honest. Her hair was also in a style that looked like a horses tail.

And I thought I looked bad.

"Why are you staring? What's the matter?" Aaric looked like he was about to throw up.

"What kind of fake Valkrie are you? You look horrible! Why did you trade your outfit for garbage? Where's your weapon?" He asked, looking absolutely disgusted. God's, we were mortified.

I suppose we said the wrong thing because she looked extremely offended by our words. Weak. Yeira would have kept a straight face and probably broken the person's nose by now. Anyways moving on.

"How dare you?! I will have you know I am very well, dressed, and others envy what I wear! These shoes? Well, guess what they are? They're-"

"So that's what you call those? Shoes? I think not! Those look like a dog's chewtoy! These are real shoes!" He said holding up his boot. The girl looked offended. Although when we both held up our boots to her the look fell away and she looked at them with interest.

"Yes, I call these shoes. There Gucci and amazing and cost well over 500$ so you can both shut it and wow where did you get your shoes they look amazing where can I get some?" We both shared a smug look before I answered the Valerie.

"The queen had ours made by the finest tailor in all the palace." We bragged. Her jaw dropped.

"YOU LIVE WITH THE QUEEN?"

"ER...yes...? What of it? We're both best friends with the princess and her father is kind of like a father to both of us, while the other Prince is similar of that to an uncle. The king is rather rude and cold, though. We don't talk much."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR FRIENDS WITH THE PRINCESS? SHE IS AMAZING HOW? I CANT BELIEVE YOU GUYS ARE SO CLOSELY RELATED TO THE ROYSL FAMILY AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT TALK WITH THE KING HES DEAD." She swung around and started to pace in front of us. "You mean... you had the QUEEN. THE ACTUAL QUEEN. QUEEN ELIZABETH, MAKE YOU THISE? WHAT ELSE HAS SHE HAD DONE FOR YOU YOUR JACKETS LET ME SEE!"

"What in all the nine realms are you talking about. Who is queen Elizabeth. And the king isn't dead we would k is if he was or not."

She stopped pacing, and turned to us, confusion written on her face.

"What?"

"It's not queen Elizabeth it's queen Frigga, next in line for the throne is Yeira, our best friend. King Odin cant die for another 1000 years or so because its not allowed mainly because Yeira needs to grow up before inheriting it mainly because she's only fourteen and we need about a thousand years before she can actually be of age."

"Where are you both from? What are your names?"

"I'm Aaric."

"And I'm Ranlanair." We shared a command said at the same time,

"We're from Asgard."