(Quick Note: These are not the actual myths. These are rewritten by moi, and probably not that mythologically accurate. Carry on)
Who was this guy?
I looked at him, where I had set him on the couch. The pressure had been too much for him.
He passed out.
So I dragged him to Oakland.
“Who is this?” My oma asked.
“I’m not sure, Oma.”
“Has an aura, I know.”
“Why did you bring him here, Kleindochter?”
“It felt right. I couldn’t just let him go.”
He snored contentedly.
“Cailen.” Oma said.
“He isn’t a stray cat. He’s a…”
“He’s not human, is he? Even you can tell that.”
“I think that I need to educate you on Norse mythology. Not just the cultures that are yours.”
“No, not just your mother’s side. Your father’s side.”
“You told me he was a god. But you never told me anything else!”
“Because you weren’t ready, Daglelie.”
I looked down at my nickname. Using my nickname meant she was trying to go easy on me, trying to be nice.
Daglelie meant Daylily, which is what my mother called me, after the one day I couldn’t keep my toddler hands off the lillies at the pond.
“Who is my father?”
So the guy who called himself Loki had awoken. Wonderful.
I walked away from Oma. “I see you’re awake.”
“I see you’re Roman.” He shot back.
“Time to see who you really are.” I said, holding up his wallet. “I waited for you to wake up before I intruded on your privacy.”
“How kind of you.” He said with a sneer.
“Wipe that sneer off your face before I take it off, Rommelig.” Oma said, crossing her arms.
I bit back a laugh. She had just called him messy, and it was well fitting. He needed a shower.
I pried open the wallet. “California state driver’s license. For Doyle Donaldson.” I snorted. “Doyle Donaldson? I see why you were lying about your name.”
“I wasn’t lying!” He shrieked.
“Oma? Do you believe this is Loki? Like, Loki as in the god of mischief?”
Oma looked worried. “I think so.”
Doyle muttered, “Smart woman.”
“Loki hasn’t been seen in thousands of years. After he killed Baldur.”
“Wait. What year is it?” Doyle’s eyes went wide.
“Twenty-twenty.” I said, crossing my arms.
“Holy mother of me.” He whispered.
“So you want me to believe him, Oma?”
“Not just that, I want you to help him.” Oma looked dead serious.
“Help him?” I asked. “Why?”
“The gods brought you two together for a reason.”
I thought about the voice I'd heard. Go to Golden Gate Park.
I had followed it, but why?
Is it my destiny?
“So...what?” I said, pulling things together in a backpack. “You want me to…”
“Help him become a god again. Daglelie, this is the quest of your lifetime. This is what I have been preparing you for. Go with him. Help him however he needs.”
“I am not becoming his servant.”
“And I’m not telling you to,” Oma said. “I’m telling you to help. Defeat any monsters that come your way. He’ll try, he’ll sure try, but without his magic, he can’t.”
I grabbed my sword and examined it. A word I had never noticed before was on the hilt guard. It was weird, because I had looked at it thousands of times, and never saw anything.
“‘Altum.’” I said, and the translation popped into my head. “‘Tide.’”
“Yes, child, now you must go, before it is too late.”
“I love you, Oma.”
“I love you too, Cailen. Now live well, and become a great hero.”
“So, where to from here?” Loki asked, looking out over I-580.
“Where do you need to go?” I said, pawing through his wallet for clues.
“Hey, give that back, already!” He said, and his voice cracked. He clutched his throat. “What was that? An onset of an illness?”
I laughed. I would have laughed anyway, because of the crack (which girls don’t do), but the fact he thought it was a deadly illness really got me. I doubled over, shaking with laughter.
“What?!” He said. “I’m being serious! I could be dying!”
“You’re not dying, dom.” I said, finally able to stop laughing. “It’s puberty. You were dropped to earth in a body that’s in the middle of it.”
“What is puberty?”
“I don’t want to have this conversation with you.”
“Why not? I need to know if puberty is deadly!”
“It’s not. It only feels that way, but I promise, it’s not.”
“Okay, so what’s a little about yourself?” He asked, probably trying to break the ice.
“You know my name, you know where I live, you know I’m a demigod. I think that’s pretty much it.”
“No, I mean, like, chosen weapons. Stuff like that. I like my daggers, and I knew someone who fought with a hammer, and someone who fought with a spear that could shoot people.”
I arched my eyebrow. “A zappy spear?”
“You could say that, yes.”
“I fight with a ton of weapons.” I patted my scabbard. "I’ve got my sword, my dagger, and this.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out a thin piece of metal the size of a stick of chewing gum.
“What is a tiny piece of metal going to do-”
“CRESCERE!” I shouted, and the metal grew into a spear.
I caught it with a smirk. “I have my own zappy spear.”
He crossed his arms. “All I have is a stupid dagger.”
“Hmm.” I said. “We can stop by an armory.”
“Yeah, but it will only have Greco-Roman weapons, no Norse ones. No battle axes or zappy spears. Mine’s one of a kind.”
“Sounds good. Where is it?”
I pointed. “The closest town to it is Hercules. It’s kinda funny that the armory is close to the town Hercules, huh?”
He squinted. “Hercules?”
“Oh, yeah. You missed that. Famous Greek dude.”
“Anyway, the armory is in the Crockett Hills Regional Park. I know how to get in.”
“Okay, so how do we get there?”
I was about to answer, but the bay exploded in front of me. I wasn’t soaked, because of my water powers, but Loki was soaked.
Tentacles emerged from the waves. Finally, I saw huge eyes.
“Why with the giant octopus?!” I yelled?
“It’s a Kraken!” Loki said. “You can defeat it by-”
But Loki didn’t get to finish his sentence, because a tentacle knocked him backwards, and his head hit a rock. He passed out cold.
“Oh, no.” Oma hadn’t taught me how to fight Norse monsters, just Greek and Roman. And I had just lost my expert.
End of Part Two