Valhalla gets a new resident

Hey my name is Taylor, and this is the story of how I died...

Actually, it's more about what happened after that.

That's right, you've heard it all before. I was chosen to be one of the many hosts of Odin. An Einherjar forever, or at least until Ragnarok. A Valkyrie saw me die valiantly to save my little brother, and now I'm surrounded by everything Norse. There's just one problem, I don't belong here and I can't go back. My father is one of the 12 Olympians, an Ancient Greek God.

My hall mates on floor 19 think I'm screwed, and the universe is going to implode when certain dangerous people find out about me. Such an optimistic bunch! They have made bets if I will even last a year, *cough* Mallory & Jack *cough*. Let's just say the odds aren't in my favor. (the bets aren't officially placed until after my first day , who knows if I'll survive past the Welcome Feast?) It's going to be a rough afterlife, so come and watch me try desperately not to get killed, again.