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Thor
"Father, I don't understand, how can I keep a myth safe?" He was thoroughly confused, and his face showed it, he was sure of it. His Father had sent for him in haste to return to Asgard for an important task. He would do anything The All-Father would ask of course, but this seemed a bit odd.
"She is not a myth...she is in fact real, and in grave danger. There is alot you do not know of my son. The Valkyrie were very much real. Many, many millenia ago there were many and with their powers over life and death it made them great warriors. To go against the Valkyrie would have surely meant your death and defeat." He could barely believe what he was hearing. It was as if his father were telling him his bedtime stories as a child were in fact...real.
"If they are so powerful, then why would they need me to protect them?" Odin took in a deep breath to steady his thoughts, knowing what he asked of his son would not be easy. "Not a they, Thor...a she. One. She is the last of the Valkyrie. The Dark Elves began to hunt them down, one by one to destroy them, for only The Valkyrie were able to defeat the Elves and push them back into the darkness from whence they came."
"Over many thousands of years the Dark Elves almost succeeded in killing them all. Though powerful and nearly impossible to defeat as an army, alone they are vulnerable. They preyed upon the Valkyrie like locusts, dwindling their numbers slowly until they were nearly extinct. My Father held this task and his Father before him to keep the last of the Valkyrie safe and hidden, letting the Elves believe they were truly gone." I followed my father into the very depths of the palace to parts I never even knew existed until today as he spoke of Legends and myths I had only heard about in bedtime stories from Mother.
"Due to so little remaining and low birth rates they have slowly withered away over the years. I was entrusted with this task of keeping the last family of Valkyrie safe, here in Asgard. When the Elves attacked, parts of these tunnels collapsed and killed all...but one." His Father pushed open a heavy door and my eyes widened as I saw the furnishings of a home and I froze in place as I watched fantasy become reality.
"This is Amia." I knew I was staring, but I couldn't help myself. There before me, standing in the flesh was a fairytale. She was tall and thin with the beautiful curves of a woman even though she looked young. Pale skin and long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes....and wings. "Amia, this is my son Thor." She spread her wings wide, the span atleast sixteen feet and bowed gracefully in front of me. With a voice as soft as silk she spoke, "It is a pleasure to finally meet you My Lord. The All-Father speaks of you often."
I bowed to her as well since I wasn't quite sure what to do...let alone say. "I wish I could say the same, until today I believed you to be a myth. I was obviously wrong." She smiled and twisted a lock of her golden hair around a finger, her wings shifting to lay against her back, curling into themselves, hiding their true size and majesty. "I am glad you were wrong, though it seems I may truly fall into myth." Her eyes saddened and my Father took her hand in his, "That is what we are going to try and prevent my child."
I was told that since the Elves came there have been rumors of them having knowledge about Amia's existence. Heimdall has been extra watchful..but the Elves, though dwindled since Malekith's defeat are again growing in number and seek to find Amia and kill her. If Amia dies then there will be no more Valkyrie, and the Elves will have truly won. He looked at the woman before him and saw her fear and sorrow, knowing he will fight to the death if he must to keep such a pure spirit in this world. "Father...what must I do?"
"Take her to Midgard. The Elves will never expect her to be there. They will continue to believe we hide her here, believing this to be a stronghold and the safest place. We can not take the chance of them finding her." I agreed and in fact I had a great idea. "I can take her to my friends, the Avengers. I'm sure if I ask, they will help protect her." I looked at Amia, "They will protect you. They are good people who I consider family...you will be safe with them, of that I have no doubt." She seemed to lessen the tension in her shoulders as she spoke, "If you trust them, then so shall I."
"Father, I should take her now and speak to my friends. The sooner we have her under their protection the better." He agreed. Amia turned and grabbed a long white cloak and placed it on her shoulders then grabbed a bag that laid upon a chair nearby. "I am ready to go My Lord. Where you lead, I shall follow."
My Father said his goodbyes and I quickly led her out of the palace under the cover of darkness. She looked terrified..then it dawned on me...she's probably never been outside those walls I found her in. "Do not be afraid Amia. I know this is all very overwhelming. But I promise you this night that I will not let any harm befall you...I would forfeit up my life to ensure it." She laughed nervously as we approached the Bifrost, "Thank you Thor...but let's hope it never comes to that."