Knight is being healed by the healers, why? Because being inside the Bifrost itself can inflict harm on one's person even though they appear fine to someone else when projecting themselves into reality. Unfortunately I know where Jo's parents live within the kingdom.

This is two hours after I retrieved a semi-conscious Knight.

Now I am riding a horse through the forest in a clear path remarkably clean for it's location. Birds are chirping away, rabbits are hopping about searching for their favorite type of grass to eat, and deer shyly hiding among the scenery watching me pass. I smack a mosquito dead in it's tracks. They are such the nuisance.

I clean my hands using magic to wipe away the remains of the dead insect.

I apply lotion specifically for these insects on my neck and then apply it to my hands. It is taking the healers longer then they thought to heal Knight's wounds because of how long she had been in there. I had been only been within the Bifrost for seven minutes so I only got a scar on my hand that had since healed. The healers reassured me that Knight is going to be okay they just need a lot of time on her.

The forest gets darker and darker until all I see is creepy branches stretched outwards lacking leaves. The horses hooves tap against the dead brown dirt. Why did they come here of all places to live in?, I thought seeing the dim bright light in the distance coming out of a small window. The hoots of an owl made me also realize it is so dark here that the forest life think it is night. Jo, unlike her parents, moved into the city part of Asgard when she became old enough.

There are so many dread branches I had to wonder if someone used magic to make a tunnel using the trees leading to the home of Dan and Christina. I had come without the body of Jo but I can summon both bodies by snap of my fingers. It is the advantage of mastering magic after all. The branches are creepy appealing. It also explains much about Jo being fearless when it came to going through dark partially lit places.

My horse stops at the post near the door.

I slide right off.

Unlike many horses my horse is the kind that normally stays without being tied to the post but for safe keeping I do tie him up. I tie the rope around the post hearing my horse act strange. I pat on the side of his neck while reassuring him it is only the darkness getting to him. I turn away from the horse then walk two feet to the door.

I came to a stop at the wooden door.

There is a small garden beside the welcome mat. The little house is well kept as is the little garden recently picked. Christina loved gardening enough she had a green thumb for it despite being the goddess of craziness for a knack on sometimes acting strange during conversations and focused on small little things to keep her mind straight. Dan, on the other hand, is your usual Asgardian except he usually had his nose in books and quite really did not practice sword fighting at all hence why he is called the god of laziness.

I lightly knock three times on the door then lower my hand.

Christina opens the door.

"Prince of Asgard!" Christina said, with a little bow. "What brings you to my house?"

"You need to sit down for this," I said, looking over to see a nice living room with a couch and a bookshelf and a rug and a little kitchen across from that. Across from the couch is a chair. In the right hand corner of the couch is Dan with his nose in a big volumed book. "Hello Dan."

Christina takes a step to the side as Dan pokes his head out of the book.

"Prince," Dan said. "What brings you here?"

Christina came over to the couch and sat by him.

"He has something to tell us," Christina said. "Maybe our daughter finally got an eye."

"That would be a dream come true," Dan said, nodding.

I walk into the house closing the door behind me.

"No," I said. "That is not what I am here about."

Dan looks at me, puzzled.

I came over then sat down into the chair across from them.

"Jo," I said. "She died two weeks ago by seeing her double; they died at the same time in a minute."

Christina trembles.

"My...my little girl?" Christina said.

"My daughter had a double?" Dan asks.

"She never knew until then," I said. "Her double was made by someone she trusted and they have been punished accordingly."

"Crystal..." Christina said, focusing on her necklace as she played with it. "Crystal."

Dan held Christina's free hand squeezing it.

"May we have our daughter's body?" Dan asks.

"It depends if you want to burn the real one and bury the double," I said.

"...You have both bodies," Dan said.

"Yes," I said.

"Both," Dan said.

"Again, yes," I said.

"We should bury the double near the sea," Christina said, as Dan's hand loosens around her fingers.

"Honey," Dan said. "We have her brother buried in the forest; perhaps we should bury her near our son and the double's body be returned to where it came."

"I like the idea," Christina said. Christina looks up towards me. "Give us the bodies."