...November 7th...

"Why am I not getting phone reception here?" The teenager boy asks, holding his phone up in the air searching for a signal.

The teenage boy wears a blue jacket with a white hood,pants with holes at the knees,ear piercings, and tattoo's all around his neck. My child is not going to get tattoo's such as that, I thought, nor will he or she get lip piercings! Why yes, the boy has lip piercing so ugly not even Hel would want to drag him to Helheim.

"Asgard does not have internet," I said.

The boy lowers the phone turning around right towards me

"What the hell is up with you!" The teenage boy said. "Comin' on me like that is freaky!"

"That is what I was going to ask," I said. "Without the 'hell' part and you are not in your realm."

The teenage boy's face turns into a poker face and then to disbelief.

"You are speaking like a medium," The teenage boy said.

"A medium speaks vaguely," I said. "But I am a prince."

The teenage boy's eyes widen as he lifts his left hand up with four fingers curled against the palm of his hand except for the index finger.

"Y-you're the Mischief god!" The teenager said, staggering back in shock.

I roll an eye.

"And you are in Asgard," I said. "Stop pointing at me; that is rude."

"What the hell?" The teenager asks,lowering his hand.

"You do realize; you are not in hell," I said. "You are in the realm of the gods right behind a playground for the asgardian children." I look over my shoulder then give a fake thumbs up for the concerned parents. "Just a seer."

The teenage boy feels the side of his temple as his eyes went wide.

Why, I didn't see it but the reaction is predictable.

The parents breath a sigh of relief towing their children away from the rose bush.

"What the hell did you do to my head?" The teenage boy asks.

"I am seriously considering tossing you into Helheim," I said, turning back towards the teenage boy. The teenage boy's face is now a 'what, dude, that sounds creepy'. "Say 'hell' one more time; see where that gets you, mortal." I frown. "I disguised your forehead, your very welcome, and you should not be here."

"...I only caught the part where I am not suppose to be here," The teenage boy said.

"Boy," I said. "I do not have patience for your attitude; and you better spill why you came to this realm."

"I was just coming back from my buddy's house," The teenage boy said. "Textin' with my bad girl."

"That is perhaps the worst term of affection towards a woman I ever heard," I said. "Are you meaning to tell me you walked into this realm while 'texting' with your girlfriend?"

"Until I lost service," The teenage boy said.

"Mortal, I asked a question," I said. "And you better answer."

"Yes," The teenage boy said.

I look over seeing a cluster of trees with a missing row of their kind in between them. Trees oddly did not disappear in the middle of no where unless there is a lining of the realms going on. This happens once every five thousand years in the nine realms. The lining of the realms is very rare as it normally does not happen in within two generations of Asgardians. I turn my head towards the boy feeling a sense of knowing coming over.

I have an idea what may happen tomorrow.

"Walk back where you came from,"

"Um," The teenage boy said, shyly. "I don't keep track of directions."

I rub my forehead.

"Fine," I said. "Follow my finger."

I point my finger over towards the unusual sight.

A couple logs flew into the scenery but instead of being seen to the human eye it simply disappeared after going through the opening. Normally the faint shapes of figures are allowed to be seen by the sunlight coming through the leaves belonging to living bodies of wood but the item simply vanished. Tomorrow, I thought, please let it not be tomorrow. Thanks to being spoiled by my fangirls in Wattpadheim I know exactly how the battle of Asgard would end out as.

If it were to happen; it won't happen the way my army has told me.

"Creepy!" The teenage boy said.

"Go through the portal," I said.

"You are insane," The boy said. "It looks pretty dangerous to me, anyhow."

"If I were to become a elephant; would you run?" I ask.

"Nah," The teenage boy said. "Elephants are quite gentle."

"What about a lion?" I ask.

"They're like big puffy balls of adorableness," The teenage boy said. "Fun fact; the lions roar is actually a fierce version of meow except it is 'Mrawr'."

I change myself into a hog.

"Oh my geezers!" The teenage boy exclaims. "HOG!'

I chase the teenage boy right to the opening. After I shortly stop in Midgard I turn around then walk back into Asgard. The random portal comes to a close behind me. The random portal is a side effect to the nine realms rare alignment looming in the hours ahead.

I remember what happens after the battle of Asgard but not what leads into it.