The whole party, death anniversary rather, is a fraud. It's not true. Odin, the one eyed dude who winked at me, happened to be Ace McGonagall. He said he was sorry for lying. That he regretted sending me at Finland without even telling me the task. That he shouldn't have done that because, if he didn't, I would still be alive by now.
Sorry my ass! He was not looking sorry! He was actually looking pleased to see me at his place! Were he thinking that I'm still the old stupid Kristoff? Better think again! I'm a grown up now! I won't be fooled by his woven confession!
"Enjoy the night. You need to go somewhere tomorrow."
With a final pat on my back (and gods, I almost throw my soon to be digested food out due to the force his hand emitted) he bid goodbye. The whole crowd cheered for him and afterwards, glared at me. I almost rolled my eyes. Goodness, what's wrong with this people? Can't they get enough of me?
Also, I wonder where's that somewhere Odin, the one eyed dude was saying awhile ago. Ah! This place is heaven! Of course, without these Valkyries who happened to be my hater. I think, if ever I made one social media account, they'll be the first one who'll bash me, badmouth me, and worst, spread false rumor about me. Just by looking at them, I can already say it. They're capable of doing that thing. There's a vague look on their face that scare my soul. They're like those demons lurking in the dark side of my brain.
"Hi!"
A birdy voice chirped in. Due to the surprise, I'm not able to stop myself from, well, for the lack of better word, bathing her face with my saliva and water combined.
"I'm sorry!"
I smiled awkwardly. She smiled innocently and gave me a thumbs up. An elf suddenly appeared at her side and give her a, I don't know what it's called, but it has the same function of our very own handkerchief. So I guess, it's the Valhalla version of handkerchief.
"I'm Burneil..."
She extended her hand. I looked at her in awe. Is she, by any chance, being friendly with me? I clasped my hand together and smiled happily. I'm having a friend! I'm not alone now!
"Hello to you! I'm Kristofferson, but you can call me Kris, that's what my friends called me. Welcome to my world!"
Oh-kay. I know I sounded silly and stupid. But then hey, you can't blame me! I spend my life on midgard being a parasite and that means I need to bear with the bad attitude of those children! They said they can't help it. Just by seeing the grin on my face make their blood boil. I never ask why, what for? They can hate me all right, as if I care.
And yes, I lied. Anyone can call me by any means. Be it, Kris, Kristoff, or whatever. It's all the same. My haters call me Kris, not my friend. I don't have friends, but some people are being civil with me. I sighed, at least, there's still a few who didn't show how they despise my presence.
Am I really that bad?
"You know, you can ignore them."
She looked at me with pity. I beamed.
"Don't worry! I'm not affected. They can hate me all they want. I won't give a damn."
I laughed. My laughter echoed through the hall that earned glares at hisses from my haters.
"Sorry."
They looked away and continued whatever they're doing. Bashing me, perhaps? Anyway, I cleared my throat and smiled at Burn then shrugged my shoulders.
"Why are you saying sorry to them?"
"Because I'm at fault here."
"Just because you laughed doesn't mean you're at fault."
"I can get used to it."
"Well, I can't."
"Why?"
"My mother is Athena, you know. And it's hard to talk with sense with them. They can't get me at times."
I gasped. Who the heck is Athena? Is she talking Greek with me? What. The. Hell?
"What's the relevance of you being the child of Athena to our topic of me being get used to saying sorry even though I'm not at fault?"
"You see, I live my whole life at Finland. But!" She raised her arms and pursed her lips, " That doesn't mean that I wasn't able to set my foot on other land "
"Uh-huh..."
She clasped her tiny hands on my wrist and dragged me out of the hall. Wow. She's strong, or maybe I'm just really weak, e? And where are we going by the way?
"This is my favorite place. No one ever set their foot here because they are scared."
She said while opening a wooden door. And I'm at awe again! It seems like she mastered the Perfect way of opening doors by using tiny clips. It's so dark inside. She closed the door behind us and stood by my side later on.
"Where are we? And why are those Valkyries scared at this place?"
She giggled. I don't know but it made me smile. Even though the place is dark and I can't see her face, I know that this little girl is smiling.
"To continue my tale earlier, well, one summer, while playing with my runes, it brought me to a place I'd never seen before."
She motioned me to seat, it's still dark all right. But then we're able to adjust our eyes to the darkness.
"Where is that place?"
"Ancient Greece!"
"Oh?"
I don't know what to say. Where is that place?
"And you see, they're believing on something way different from what we believed!" she said enthusiastically.
"Care to tell me some of it?"
"Of course! You don't have to ask!"
She giggled again.
"You know they believe in myths, it is called Greek myths. And I have fun reading those tales they secured in a library! And I had read about those 12 Olympians. But the main gods are Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Hades, Athena, Aphrodite, Ares, Hephaestus, and so on." Her eyes twinkled with so much adoration. I grimaced and forced myself to smile.
"And I admire Athena, the most! She's a genius!"
"Ah, she's the goddess of what?"
"The goddess of wisdom!"
This time, I couldn't help myself anymore. I totally grimaced and she saw it. She didn't say a thing. Seems like she didn't care. Seems like, all she needs is someone to talk to.
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you die?"
she waved her hand in front of my face.
"Not at all! Well, I died... because of running away from home and finding those ruined temples in Greece. I entered a dungeon and there's an earthquake! I'm trapped!"
She wailed. And it sent shivers down my spine. This. Is. Not. Good. I braced myself and swallow the dried lump that got stuck on my throat. Oh please, I hope this is not happening.
"Who's your mother? Biological mother?"
"The beauty with a tears of a ruby..."
"Who's that?"
"It's Frejya..." her voice turned cold.
"And I hate her! And I won't let you go! You'll forever be stuck in this dungeon with me!"