My father always said I would have to learn my lesson one day, but i didn't know that would be today....
      Let me start by saying who I am. My name is Arthur, and I am the son of the god of Mischief. You know who I'm talking about don't You? Well if you don't, I'm talking about my father, Loki. Yep, that's the one. Well, the only thing I can remember is that I was with my father when a large,ice-coated man walked in. He said something in a tongue that I don't speak, I thought everything was fine until he pulled out a MASSIVE axe and swung at my father. My father took out his daggers and was holding him in place. He looked at me with his serious, green eyes and said one thing "RUN!" So I ran, and I ran until I couldn't breath. I stopped at a clearing to catch my breath. I was panting, and when I touched my forehead, I could feel my hair was damp with sweat.
     I saw a beam of light in the distance, and I thought 'Who was that man?' I then started to walk, only to trip and fall on a root in the ground.
I layed there for a few minutes, before I got to my feet and kept walking. I saw a inn in the distance, so I headed toward it. I was only a few feet away when I stopped to look at it. It was a old, brown wooden inn with a sign hanging from it that read "The Misty Kettle." I walked inside, and I walked over to the counter and asked "May I rent a room? I can pay" I set the only 3
Gold coins I had left on the bar. "Room on the right" said the innkeeper in a strange accent. I walked into the room and shut the door.
          The only thing I could think was.....Who was that man? I was almost asleep when a large, man burst in. He looked down at me and said" I think it's time you and me had a little chat, don't you think?" That's when realized something, there was a hammer at this man's side. This was my uncle.....Thor