3 Girls, 3 Pantheons, book 2: Child of the Norse

Hey, I'm Amalia Ingard, from Scandanavia. This is the story of how I found out my father was Odin, king of the Norse gods. The story of how I met other people like me. The story of how I found Camp Valaskjalf. The story of how- you now, I'm just going to tell you the story.

Chapter one
I was running. There was no turning back. My home was gone, destroyed by those monsters. I was contacted in my dreams by a man. He looked powerful.... strong.... like me. He looked like the picture of my father my mother kept. He had said his name was Odin and that I was to head to the North, and someone would find me.... or I would find someone. Well, I had to listen to him. It was a startin point on where I was supposed to go. My mother, before she died, had told me about a place where people lived in peace- Valaskjalf, the hall of Odin, king of our gods. I went searching for Valaskjalf, never to return. My mother gave me a dagger, so I could ward off any dangers, but I prefered using my bow and arrows. I could hit an bird flying while I was on a galloping horse, which is hard, because I'm moving and so it the target. But I still did it. I woke from my daydream as something crossed my path. "EEK!" I shrieked, as it had come out of nowhere. I took a closer look at it and saw that it was a little dog. I picked him up and he licked my face. "Hmm... No collar. I'm going to keep you." I thought of a good name. "Thor! It's perfect!" I set Thor down, and as soon as I knew he wouldn't run away, kept walking on my way.