Claire laid in bed thinking about the day before yesterday. She tried to make a move on Being and got rejected. Ever since then, things have been stiff between the two. Claire did her morning routine and she had breakfast after. She sat in bed and started to draw absentmindedly. She realized with horror that she drew Being himself.

"Ye gods I'm really love sick and I haven't even known him for long" she thought. Soon after she became bored. Claire sat up with a thought. "I can go to asgard!" she exclaimed, feeling excited. She immediately crept to her backyard and envisioned Asgard. The portal opened and she swiftly stepped through. Claire didn't know where she was.


She was on a cliff of brown, dotted with green moss and rocks were all around her. The trees she noticed were tall with golden like stems and had wide green branches that spread. She ran her hands along them and they felt rough from the top, but smooth to the bottom. Their roots were big and ran down the muddy slope of the cliff. "Looks can be deceiving!" "I bet these trees are older than my great great grandma!" Claire thought. She looked ahead and saw a ring of misty fog.

In the middle was a grand building, that you'd mistake for a palace. The building was on a high rock. A HUGE tall tree poked out the head of the building. And Claire instantly knew this was Valhalla. "The problem is how to get there!" she wondered. Like magic a huge convenient gust of wind whisked her off and below her there were jagged rocks. "If only there was a bridge. '' she thought with a gulp. "Speaking of a bridge"