Endeavor quickly raced after her memory-self. But when she reached her old home, she found an even younger version of herself. The four-year-old Endeavor was standing outside, peaking inside of the house through a window. Inside, her mother and father agrued in quiet voices. This, she didn't recall at all.

"That thing, is not human," her father whisper shouted, "I'll not have it sleeping under the same roof as us."

"She's a child!" Her mother countered, "no matter what she is, she cannot take care of herself, she'll die."

There was a hesitation before her father spoke in a calmer tone, "..that may be for the best."

Endeavor was appalled. How could her parents ever have talked about her like that? Was she really that awful of a child? Their next words would explain it all.

"You don't mean that," the woman urged, "when we found her, it was your decision to bring her home. We both knew the risks."

Endeavor forgot to breath for a moment. These weren't her parents, after all. "...You're right..." The man finally gave in. "But she will not go by Endeavor; she can't know what she is...who she is," he insisted firmly.

Endeavor. At the mention of the name, her stomach twisted. It was her name, not just something she found in the Beneath on The Isle of Loki. The island knew her true self; it was trying to remind her all along.

The woman looked unsure of this, but nodded still. "Alright," she agreed, "we can call her Brenna, until she is ready to know."

"No," the man disagreed, "she can never know."

The two continued to bicker quietly, but Endeavor stoped listening. She'd heard all she needed to hear. She leaned back against the old hut and slid down to sit in the grass. To her surprise, the young version of herself looked at her. Endeavor asked hesitantly, "..can you...see me?"

The toddler nodded and walked over to sit infront of her. "Why are you sad, Brenna?" She asked innocently.

Endeavor was baffled. Up until now, all that she'd seen were memories. But this one version of herself actually involved her present self. She shook her head weakly and told the child, "I'm not Brenna; you're not Brenna."

"Of course you are," the blue-haired child giggled, "silly Brenna."

"No, I'm Endeavor....I always have been," she responded calmly. It was still a lot to take in, hearing that her parents were never even really her parents. But at the same time, it didn't surprise her as much as she would've expected.

"'Endeavor'?" The younger version repeated in confusion, "what kind of name is that?"

Just then, something struck Endeavor. There was no way she was actually talking to her younger self. She stood abruptly and looked down at the child. "You're not me," she scolded defensively, "you're him, aren't you."

The surounding buildings vanished one by one, until only Endeavor and her younger self remained. She watched the child morph, twisting as she stood, into a tall lean man. He had shoulder-length obsidian black hair, and eyes the color of a clear sky. Pail skin covered his face, and elegant armor of dark green and black covered his body. All in all, he was beautiful.

His thin lips curled into a devious grin, and when he spoke, Endeavor knew for sure that she'd been write. "...How did you figure me out?" He asked with a crooked smile. It was the voice that had spoken to her in her head.

"You were the only memory paying me any mind," Endeavor explained, squinting her eyes at him suspiciously.

The man laughed. "Don't take everything so seriously," he spoke coolly, chuckling as he took a casual step forward.

"This was all you, wasn't it," Endeavor accused, "the memories..."

The man smiled before replying slyly, "not at all. Well, maybe I coaxed them a bit. But I was getting impatient." He frowned a bit, almost in sadness. "It seems you've truly blocked me from your memory."

"Probably not without reason," Endeavor retorted. "Tell me who you are," she demanded, "or I'll block you from communicating with me, too."

The man gave another laugh and responded, "you can't shut me out."

But Endeavor didn't believe this. "Oh, I think I can," she countered, "you've already proven to me that I'm more powerful that I thought."

Finally, his smile faded. A look of frustration crossed his face for only a moment before he sighed, giving in. He turned to the side and began to pace slowly. As he did so, his hair changed, now the same color as hers. "Can't you see the resemblance?" He asked.

Endeavor felt her blood run cold. This was her father? Not only was that chilling, but the fact that she believed she knew his name now. It was how he was able to watch over her on the mysterious island. It was how Endeavor was able to survive for so long, and even escape. It was how he could change his form as simply as breathing. This wasn't just her father. "..You're Loki..." she muttered, eyes wide in disbelief, even fear.

"Don't be afraid, child," Loki told her, stepping closer again, "I would never harm you...my daughter."