Thunder clapped as the sky darkened with the roiling mass of thick, black clouds. Saraline ducked as a tree branch snapped from a nearby Elm and narrowly missed her slender form. Asgard was falling. The Greek Pantheon, led by Zeus was making their way into the middle of their realm, destroying all that was in their path. Odin had assembled the main bulk of Asgard's Norse warriors at the main gate to the city, hoping to protect it's non magical residents. As a young woman, twenty in human years, she hadn't yet reached her majority, therefore her magical powers would be non-existent until bestowed upon her by her great grandfather. 

A wail of sorrow echoed around the castle. Thor had fallen. Freya's grief hit her as tears welled in her eyes. It would do her no good now. She could grieve for her fallen family members later. The people around her were screaming, their sorrow, their fear, it all culminating in the masses that were making their way to the Bifrost. Everyone had the same idea as her, getting as far away from the chaos as possible. She navigated through the throng of people, before something grabbed her by the arm.

"Let me g-" she began, before she saw who it was.

"Shh, Sara, we need to go," Loki whispered as he pulled her away from the others.

Saraline nodded as she followed him, thankful a familiar face had found her before she had gotten lost. The two made their way to a lower level of the home she had grown up in with her grandfather and his brother. It was seen as strange that the two brothers shared an abode, but as Loki explained it to her; Thor was betrothed, and the only way to keep him out of trouble, was to keep him away from the castle. Not like it mattered anymore. Sitting her down on the plush furniture in the main receiving room, Loki paced back and forth while she eyed him nervously.

"So what's going on Grandpapa?" Saraline asked, fear in her voice.

"My father, that oaf Odin has decreed that I send you to Midgard." Loki stated with annoyance behind his words.

"But why?" 

"You reach your majority and therefore your power within a couple months," he replied, sitting beside her. "By sending you to Midgard, the Greeks will have a tougher time finding you than if I sent you to one of the other nine realms. Hence why I took you from heading to the Bifrost. You must live, survive and find Mjolnir. Odin sent it to Midgard for protection since Thor can... No longer wield it. Your parents are gone, but we will all be there for you. I'll send what little help I can while we rain hell on those Greek pansies. They got the drop on your uncle, but it doesn't help they have a thunder wielder too. Oh well, you live, you learn. Good luck my granddaughter, may we meet again sooner rather than later." 

Loki raised his hands, as magic started to spark and twist in the air. A wind picked up within the air, spinning around Saralind and lifting her upward. Before she could respond to Loki's words, her form disappeared into what appeared to be a well-like tunnel, being forced through with the heavy winds carrying her. She screamed, it lost to the fast paced air before a light shimmered around her. The tunnel disappeared, not so winding as she found herself deposited into a shallow pool of water.

"Son of a Frost Giant's bollocks!" she yelled.