She merely kept silent.]

their form of jail. She looked at the man up on the golden seat. He looked so old, ancient, he had an eye patch. There was one thing that stood out to her, the one eye he had was emerald. A deep green. Similar to her own.

She wondered if she should plead her case but she was terrified. +

then seemingly tackled by two more guards. A form of handcuffs being slapped onto her wrists. They were more than tight and she knew she was in trouble now.

She was dragged into the castle, into the throne room. The guards expecting the King to issue punishment and send her down to +

of her way. She really didn’t know where she was running too but her goal was to get out of the city.

It wasn’t long before more guards had been alerted. She bit the next one that tried to take her down. Her pearly whites delivering a harsh bite into the man’s arm. She was +

Suddenly being apprehended by a castle guard. He was three times her size. She actually punched him square in the face. Not knocking him out but definitely enough to phase him.

That’s when she ran. Causing quite the commotion through the market. Running into fruit stands and knocking people out +

didn’t belong here. She was simply scared.

She had definitely caught the attention of a few Asgadrians. Specifically the last time she had taken food. They were just waiting for her to return and of course the next day she came back. It had been one apple she had taken today. +

to cover up her obvious clothes from earth. She had also stolen seven apples, two loaves of bread, and five oranges throughout the weeks. She was on the verge of starving and she really didn’t know how she was suppose to survive here. She could get a job but not without revealing she just +

draw attention to herself. She didn’t know how to get home. A normal human might’ve just asked, the Asgardians didn’t seem like violent or angry beings but the fact was, she wasn’t normal.

She had stolen approximately one garment of clothing which was a robe of sorts. Just +