^^Dead Flowers by Demon Hunter you don't have to listen to it, but it's pretty darn good.

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The dark suddenly gives way to blinding light. I'm back at the grassy clearing, but this time there is a faded grey door in front of the cliff. 

I walk to it, anger clouding my thoughts, and walk through it, seemingly off the cliff.

I find myself in the throne room of Asgard. Odin, in all his scary splendour, sits on the throne, Frigga beside him, Loki and Thor in front of him.

I am chained in front of the two brothers. Loki looks desperate, I am in tears, and Frigga, Thor, and Odin seem resigned to my fate.

I have been sentenced to banishment. A life sentence on Midgard, all by myself, with no memories of my true past. 

"But father-!" Loki shouts, and I look up in hope.

"NO! It has been prophesied that she," he points accusingly at me, "will be the downfall of Asgard and bring about the events of Ragnarok! She must be banished!"

"But I love her, father! Have mercy! She would never harm her home!"

"NO!"

"We are engaged!" 

"What?!!" Odin shouts, Frigga looks shocked, and Thor stands there awkwardly. 

"We are in love, and you cannot deny it. I proposed to her a few moons ago, and she said 'yes'. We are to be married." Loki seethes at them all.

His hair is ruffled, his eyes rimmed red in anger and sadness. He knows that nothing can stop the Allfather when he makes up his mind.      

"May I-?" I squeak up.

"NO! You have bewitched my SON! How dare you?"

"This is no bewitchment!" Loki yells in equal rage.

"SILENCE!"

Everyone in the room stills in fear of the Allfather's temper.

"I will hear no more of this."

I cannot take this anymore, so I turn to the grey door and sprint back to the clearing.

Hot tears shred their way down my face, my sobs uncontrollable and my inner pain unbearable. How could they?!

In the end, Asgard needed to be destroyed or else all would be destroyed! How could they?!

Relax.

NO! They screwed up my whole existence, all because of some witch's prophecy!?

It was a mistake, and Odin already apologized. 

Speak of the devil. I seethe.

Odin stands in the clearing with me, and it is hard for me. The sobs wrack my body and burn my soul. 

"I-I unders-stand now-w." I cry.

"Nothing could say how sorry I feel or how wrong I was."

"I don't now if I can f-forgive you." I hiccup.

"I don't expect you to. What I did was unforgivable."

"And, seriously? You gave me the worst false childhood memories in the universe! You made me think I was a murder and a monster! Why?"

"I thought I was in the right. That you bewitched my son. So I wanted to ruin you're life. I, I was terribly wrong and I hope you can eventually forgive me."

"NO!" I scream. The tears are gone now, replaced by fury and hate.

"I will NEVER  forgive you! I HATE YOU! And I want you to know that you ruined my life, and your son's."

He looks at me with his one eye, regret evident in his tear. 

"Begone, dog!" I growl, turning on my heel so that I don't have to look at him. 

I glance back, and he's gone. Good riddance!

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I open my eyes to find myself back in the world of the living. But my excitement dissolves when I recognize my surroundings. 

Sakaar.

I never thought I'd come back here, the place I was kidnapped from. The place I was to be wed...

I'm in the same bed as before, so I know where to go from here.

I head for the Grandmaster's chambers, to see if he thinks I ran away. When I get there, he is alone except for the irritating women that's his second in command. 

I bow low, and he motions for me to continue standing.

"Sire, I was taken by the rebel, Thor and his little team. But, I have returned."

His laughing scares me, and I shift on my feet nervously. 

"You, you were taken? Ha, you expect me to believe that? You think I'm st-stupid?"

"Wha? No, it's the truth!"

"And I suppose you were telling the truth when you said that you couldn't fight? Ha, we found you with a sword. A fancy, well-used sword. Explain that."

"Uh, well...it turns out that I'm actually Asgardian, and a good fighter. It's a long story that I don't really know all the details about." I ramble.

"Ah, we have a new contender!" He smiles broadly.

Wha? "No, um, I can't."

"Yes, you can. And you can even use your own sword. Take her away."

I feel the taser thing on my neck and know resistance is futile, however cliche that may be. 

Why does life just suck for me all the time? I feel like screaming, but I guess I'll be able to relieve stress during the gladiator match. 

That is so barbaric. 

Yeah, what's our life become?