Shelly had been kind enough to lead me in the direction of almost complete independence. She was like a young mother to me and I was living with her as a roommate in her apartment. We were looking for a job for me at that time, since I needed to pay the rent as well, rather than living for free.

I was scrolling through the pages of google, finding a suitable job I could take on. An advertisement popped up. A frown formed as my attention was peaked and my mind recognised something. That building, it was extremely familiar.

I felt drawn to it like a magnet. My thumb made its way to the bottom of the screen, touching the smooth surface to indicate my want of the site in the advertisement.

The page slowly loaded, and only until it did was I shocked. I gasped at the sight of that too familiar museum of a building. The one I escaped from. It was the image of the news article, plastered across the top to show significance. I decided to read the article.

The headline stated, "Museum monument The Girl of Unknown has gone missing!"

I frowned and looked over into the small kitchen for Shelly. She was kindly preparing us lunch, yet I wondered. 'Shelly do you know about this article on me?'

Shelly paused, holding her knife on the chopping board to cut mushrooms for a pizza. She sighed, 'I did, ever since the first day we met a week ago. I went into the shopping centre and saw the advertisements that day and I was frustrated because I didn't know what to do, but I do now. I had to get a phone for you because there's no way I can keep you around for long.' She turned around and looked at me as she furrowed her eyebrows. 'If I keep you for too long I'll be arrested for "stealing" you basically. I'll be arrested because I kept you hidden and never returned a museum collection. They would've interviewed you or something right on the spot if you didn't meet me. Who knows, if they did catch you, you never would've learned much I guess. I just can't keep you here forever.'

I looked to the ground. 'I understand.'

As much as I didn't want that to be true, it was probably a most likely situation to occur. If I didn't meet Shelly, I would've been elsewhere and who knows, I could've been kept uneducated for ages. Shelly's decision was definitely for the best.

I read the article but nothing was new. It described who I was as much as they could and the escape was seen by cameras of course, yet they didn't know where I went. I was thankful for that, yet I knew they would find me eventually with the technology earth possessed.

I decided to research random things like why the sky is blue. Then I remembered the Sword of Unknown. I wanted to dive deeper into what they knew. The Gods from above, who were they? What did they think they were?

I was pleased to come to the conclusion that these gods were of Norse mythology. So much information was found in so many different articles. I was astounded. I gathered so much information that I was drawn away from my initial research topic about the sword. I discovered different Gods and things like Asgard, the place the Gods live in, and the Bifrost, their form of travel between the different realms since the King of Asgard was the ruler. It felt strange to read it all though. It felt as if those words were somehow familiar and linked to me in a way. Except I never accepted that feeling. My memories proved I was a nothing. I wanted to be human like the rest.

I also discovered that time passes differently to the realm of Midgardians, with which I found that from what my memory somehow told me, I was 950 years old in another realm, which meant I was 19 in human age. I planned to inform anyone who questioned my age in true human form.

Shelly had finished the pizza, she was an amazing cook, and so that ended my research. After I finished the last of my orange juice and the whole of my own pizza, as well as a few slices of Shelly's since I seemed to eat more than the average human, I decided to go on a lovely stroll around New York's Central Park.

The streets were lovely. So was the park. The lovely green grass radiated its colour and brought freshness to the city. It was gorgeous, and the large fountain in the very middle of it gigantic park was amazing. The water trickled over to fall into a large, shallow pool that surrounded it. At the very top stood an angel, high and amazing as a delicate piece to the fountain. The layers that formed the precise trickling was astounding.

It was picturesque.

I walked the remainder of the pathway and started my way down the flight of stairs. After reaching the last step, I walked across the largely paved area and sat on the edge of the fountains pool, gently sprayed with its mist. As I reached my hand out to stroke the water, it felt cool as it swirled around my finger tips.

My attention was brought to all the coins that had sunk to the bottom. They glimmered in the sun. They told a story of the wishes people had made, wondering if they would ever have that wish given to them.

I lifted my hand from the water and dried it on my beige skirt.

As I sat gazed out at the grassy fields, people wandered, intrigued by interesting trees. They pointed and examined, turning to each other occasionally to discuss the bright colours in which the trees blooming flowers radiated.

A drifted scent of mixed flowers passed by. It smelt gorgeous and fresh.

The paved area beneath me was warm under my bare, free feet.

Children nearby grabbed my attention. They giggled at each other as the brother and sister played a game of tag. Their parents watched from afar, ensuring they remained safe in their watch whilst giving them great freedom. The mother leaned lovingly against her husbands shoulder. They sat on a picnic rug, with food set in front of them.

The family was beautiful.

After sliding my white flats back on, I stood to wander around the park.

After my feet escaped the hard pavement, they met the soft, bouncy grass. Glancing back at the fountain, the children had raced each other to it, dunking their hands in the water to flick it at the other.

It plastered a smile on my face that remained.

I faced my left, observing a gorgeous orange China maple. These were dotted around the park, creating a sense of liveliness. There were other coloured maples, like green and red. Then there were cherry blossom trees which had tiny pink flowers and no leaves on the branches when in its flowering season. To me that had been one of my favourites. Of course there were other trees, shrubs and bushes but the trees presented a large area of show.

Who knew that the earth could provide such an array of colours. It brings happiness to earth.

A jogger in spandex tights and a pink sports shirt whizzed past, music in her ears to keep her focused. An elderly couple made their way towards me, discussing a topic of news.

My slow paced walk allowed them to examine me well, meeting my pace as their age only allowed it so. They kept their eyes on me for a little, looking me up and down, before they realised I was watching them.

As they were behind me, I heard the woman question her partner, 'Is that the woman form the newspaper? You know the one...

Her voice drifted away as they walked, too quiet to hear.

Ten seconds later and they showed up next to me, tapping me on my shoulder to gain my attention. As I turned, I had to look down upon them as they were shorter than me.

I beamed a smile at them. 'Is everything okay?'

Though I knew what they were about to ask, I had to pretend I was oblivious.

The man questioned in return. 'My wife and I thought you might be the girl who had escaped the museum, the museum collection. Could that be possible?'

I laughed and brought a hand to my mouth in order to be as polite as one can be. 'Mind my rudeness but that sounds ridiculous. A museum collection escaping? I'm sorry but you must be mistaken with someone else. I cannot be her.'

The woman looked at her husband. 'I suppose we are mistaken. Our greatest apologies for taking up your time.'

I smiled and dipped my head. 'It's worth the ask I suppose. If one never asks, then one will always be curious, and curiosity is not something one wishes to live with.'

The elderly man pushed his glasses up. 'That is indeed wise words to live by. How old are you, might I ask?'

I clasped my hands. 'The young age of 19.'

The woman sighed. 'Ah yes, those young ages. I remember when I met my husband here at that age. Married him five years later, and haven't had a break from him since.'

The three of us broke out in laughter. The man clearly knew her so much that he understood her joke, and didn't even think to take it seriously or question her words.

I smiled. 'It's lovely couples like yours that young people look up to and admire.'

The couple gazed at each other and smiled, the woman breaking their gaze. 'Thanks dear. It's been a pleasure to meet you and as much as we would love to continue we do have things we would like to attend to today. Bye darling.'

I gave them both a gentle handshake and bid them farewell.

Once they had walked a fair distance I sighed, deciding to continue my walk.

As I trekked along the path, people occasionally stared at me as I passed by, like I was someone familiar to them, much like the elderly couple. An uncomfortable feeling arose within me every time, so I decided to ventured through the streets.

It was incredibly busy. People were everywhere, and the odd stares and looks continued. Some even took a quick snap. My heart started to beat faster as I felt incredibly conscious of the stares around me.

An alleyway caught my eye. It seemed no one was occupying it, so I cautiously crossed the road to reach it. Blood rushed to my feet and they began to jog, approaching the alleyway in a quicker manner.

I pressed my back against the cool bricks, my breath quick with fear of what everyone had been thinking of me. Their looks said it all though. Like the elderly couple, they probably recognised me from the news.

I looked down at the concrete. A tear slowly built up and made its way down my cheek, falling silently to the ground. The alleyway provided me with some coverage and silence to wail in my own thoughts.

A thunderous bang came from around the corner, making me jump in sudden fright.

A young male voice echoed through the alleyway. 'Give us the money, jerk.'

I frowned disapproving of the harsh tone in the voice.

I wiped the damp tear trail from my face, shoving my worries and problems aside. Putting my brave face on, I made my way around the corner.

I gasped at the sight before me, making two boys turn their heads. A smaller boy was pinned to a large industrial bin, which concluded the sound I had heard. The little boy had fright written all over his face. He was held captive by a larger boy who was clearly asserting dominance. The other two nudged their leader, assuming by their actions.

The leader boy turned to them both, then turned to met where they were looking.

He chuckled. 'Well looky what we have here boys. A beautiful young lady who...

'I don't want to hear that filthy mush coming from a boy filled of atrocity.' I cut in, disgust clear and present my voice. 'I don't know who you think you young boys are but this act your doing is atrocious. Now give up!'

The leader chuckled. He nodded in my direction to his mates, and they took his orders. I did not fear these boys, they may have been around 16 or 17, but I didn't care. They were bullying a young boy of around 12, which was beyond unnecessary.

The two boys made their way towards me. Not a muscle in my body moved, including the muscles that formed my glower.

The boys made a attempt to grab my arms as I looked over their shoulder, hearing their leader punch the little boy in the stomach. The poor thing wailed in excruciating pain, and that was enough to send my anger to dangerous heights.

I shoved the boys to my sides, sending them into the brick walls that towered high above us. They fell to the ground in such pain from the unexpected impact. I looked at my hands and continued to approach the leading bully. My strength was clearly above the average humans and I was about to put it to good use.

I furiously walked towards the leading bully, grabbing both his shoulders with my hands and pinning him against the wall. My brows were furrowed, my breath was heavy, and my blood boiled.
The bully in front of me had shock plastered on his face.

I loosened my tight grip on his shoulders in a attempt to not break his fragile human bones.

My voice contained anger and threatened him. 'Pick on someone your own size!'

And so he did. He made a strong attempt to push my body away from his with much force. A couple of backwards foot movement from me was all he achieved. He looked me up and down, confused by my intense defence. He bundled a fist and threw it towards my face. I wasn't quite sure of this manoeuvre, so he made contact with my jaw and forced my head to the left. It felt like a hard slap without the sting.

I grabbed the bully's shoulders and thrust him to the ground, sending him on his knees and elbows. He stood up and began to run away with his sidekicks, making a wise decision to not waste his energy any longer.

After they scurried away, I turned to the little boy who had crouched down.

I kneeled and gave him a gentle smile. 'It's okay, I have you're back.' I paused to let that sink in for him. 'The names Rosalie. What's yours?'

The boy slowly met my gaze. His blue eyes were full of intense fear and stress. They began to water and he subtlety sniffled.

His voice was croaky. 'It's James.'

I turned around to the scene that had just played out in front of James. 'What was that all about James?'

He shrugged. 'It's nothing new. They just wanted to steal money from me.'

He adjusted his position and sat on the ground, I followed suit.

I huffed. 'What jerks. Did they take any of your money?'

He shook his head. 'I don't even have any money. That's why they target me.'

Sorrow filled my heart. This young boy did not deserve to be treated like a joke. 'I'm sorry they treat you this way, it shouldn't happen. My only advice is to stay out of alleyways, hey?'

Tears escaped James' eyes and ran down his face. 'But this is where I live.'

I was left speechless. A young dependent child was left to live in an alleyway. Left to be bullied by fools who thought they knew better. I was stripped of any help I could give. I was useless in a situation such as this.

A tear fell, but I instantly maintained a strong manner. 'I'm so sorry James.'

I gave him a hug in an attempt to do something. Though shocked at first, he gladly returned it, feeling a sense of love and care from someone.