Hi, my name is Alexander Anderson. I'm a Norse demigod, and my life is garbage. My father (well I would call him more of an ally) is Thor, the god of lightning and Thunder. He's nice most of the time but not always. There was one time when my mother and I went to visit, Frey thought it was a good idea to play with Mjölnir. I ended up throwing Mjölnir too far and it fell off a cliff. The hammer was fine but Father was furious. That night I got a minor beating from him, I did hear that Frey was challenged to a battle. Thor won, obviously. Then I had a run in with Uncle Loki who has some anger issues. He may or may not have broken my mother's old sword. My mother is a mortal, but she's a warrior that fought alongside my father. They were the best duo that I had ever heard of. You should have seen it; I should also had seen it. Then, Thor went back to Asgard and my mother went to Valhalla. I was born there, and I don't remember anything. See, life sucks when you're a demigod.

I did meet this one kid who died in Midgard, but he doesn't talk a lot. His name is Chase, he doesn't know his last name. He said something about the ancient ruins in Greece and something about Hephaestus.

My older sister Alexis Anderson was nominated for cutest girl in Valhalla. Don't know why I mentioned that.

Chase's reaction was "well, they're not wrong."

No joke. I'm surprised that cutest girl is a title. It's kind of stupid.

Enough about me though, you're here for action aren't you. I'm planning on sending this to the archives here in Asgard so hopefully that happens in the future.

By the way, this is all true. Don't take this lightly at all. Even if you're not one of us. If you are, then you're possibly screwed, I take that back, very screwed.