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The Return of The Asgardians

Chapter 1 I've Got The Power

Hello, to whoever is reading these congratulations you have found the first of my many journals filled with the tales of my adventures. Well it WOULD be congratulations if finding them was a good thing, it is not a good thing however because some of the information in these pages is mind boggling and may indeed drive you insane. If you are indeed an average human, this is also not including the fact that they are private so you will more than likely meet with a terrible fate after reading this. So, enjoy the story while you still breathe and hope that you reach the end of this journal, doom and gloom aside it is a riveting tale.

Great, now that the warning is out of the way, let's get to the good stuff, like talking about me, well my name is Alfred L. Vonstein I was born December 31st, 1988 11:59 PM at Mount Desert Hospital I am of African descent on my mother's side. I am what you call a demi-god. Beings that are the offspring of gods and humans in my case my father is a god.

I have the high honor of being the son of Loki, trickster god, and traitor to the Asgardians. He is the sole cause of Ragnorak, an event that left Asgard in ruins and many of the inhabitants' dead including their leader Odin. Now personally I don't mind what Father did at all. The only thing I care about is the fact that he didn't complete the job and it ended up being a pain in the ass, but we'll get to that at a later date.

So, I believe the best way to start this tale is from the beginning. When I was born, my mother died of a heart attack, this event was rather sad as I have been told that we would have gotten along famously; however, it was not to be. I was brought in by my Uncle Bron M. Vonstein, the Headmaster/General/Principal of Westover Hall Military Academy.

It was there within those cold stone walls that I was raised and taught the subtle art of being a soldier for ten years, I was an exceptional child my uncle likes to say I never cried as a child would, never complained when told to do something, and above all else, I was unnaturally Intelligent. While most kids ran around with friends and laughed I was training my mind and body, I was the youngest to ever graduate at 11 years old in 1999, that ironically being where I had my first "incident."

I was running the obstacle course after the graduation ceremony for even though I graduated I would still need to stay there until I was 18 and could go out on my own. Now normally a Sergeant would be present there to make sure that no one got hurt, the number was surprisingly high safe to say, but seeing as today was counted as a rather special occasion the usual Sergeants were indisposed.

Personally the idea of children taught how to be effective soldiers was honestly not something to brag about, I could already tell that most of them would end up in some military branch, while others would simply drop everything they've learned within these halls and never speak of anything related to the military again.

Everything was going perfectly as usual until I reached the climbing wall, while going up was easy enough, through a series of unfortunate events I found myself not entirely pulling myself over as I fell headfirst over the 15-foot wall. A fall like this would kill a child if they fell on their head, more than likely breaking their necks and for all intent and purposes I should have joined the ranks of those dead children.

There was one thing that stopped this from happening, the fact that someone caught me by the ankle, I let out a sigh of relief as I looked up expecting to see an angry Sergeant readying himself to literally chew my head off.

Instead, what I saw was a young boy leaning over the wall holding on to my ankle for dear life with both hands, he had caramel brown skin, with bright brown eyes, and his hair was shoulder length, done in many twists that hung haphazardly about his skull. I knew that the hair should have been held back in a ponytail excluding a few traitorous twists that would hang across his face.

It wasn't held back because I remember leaving the large band that would hold the hair back in my room. However, that was the least of my worries for I was still contemplating the fact that I was staring at myself, we stared at each other for a long while until I finally blinked and when I opened my eyes, I was now the one holding my leg.

I yelped and let go flinching when I realized what I had done, expecting the sound of a body hitting the floor I closed my eyes. When the sound never came however, I peeked through my eyelids only to see the last bits of green dust float away in the breeze. I blinked once, then twice before I began to climb down from the wall, and make the trek back to my room.

I didn't look at anyone, choosing to stare at my feet as I moved mechanically down the hall toward the west wing. The large dorm that held 12 beds was empty as everyone hung around outside for the graduation party as they said their goodbyes to the graduates. I sat on my bed at the very end on the left-hand side, I sat there and stared for what felt like hours going over the event in my head trying to find some logical explanation for it.

I came up with absolutely nothing that could explain what the hell happened out there, so I know what happened, and I know that it wasn't normal, so the next step was to try and find out how it happened. I stared forward trying to think of ways I could make it happen again; trying to think of another me standing there looking dashing as usual did not work after about 30 minutes of trying, so I decided that it was more of a feeling thing than a mental push.

So, I tried to recreate the fear that I felt when I was about to fall, and it was easy to do seeing as how it happened very recently. Sadly, however, I got nothing for my efforts, not allowing myself to get frustrated as that never solves anything. I thought of another way, maybe if I thought about how I didn't want to fall instead of how scared of the fact that I was falling something would happen then.

To make a long story short, my idea worked, when I concentrated extremely hard on the need to do something that I simply could not do myself, a clone would appear. It was strange at first staring at myself, and it was even more bizarre talking to myself. I heard the door open and without thinking I dove under the bed leaving my doppelganger out in the open staring at the new arrival with my usual confident smirk.

"Hey, Al! What are you doing out here? We are about to see off the Graduates" the boy said, he was one of the ones getting close to his graduation, one more year and he would be out and about in the world, back to his family more than likely.

My doppelganger merely nodded his understanding "I was only retrieving my band, and getting a clean change of clothes; I wouldn't wish to look sloppy for such an occasion," he said as he grabbed the band from off my nightstand and tied his hair back.

"Alright, good hurry up they're leaving soon," the kid said as he rushed back out to join his friends, the ones that acted less like an adult more like the children they really were, good for them.

I crawled from under my bed a devious grin marring my face.

"This has so much potential, I'm going to have untold amounts of fun" I said as I stared at myself.

He reached up and took the band from his hair and handed it to me.

"Good to know we agree on that Al" he said as I tied my hair back leaving a few twists to lie across my face, annoyances.

"You know what they say."

"Great minds think alike."

"And no mind is greater than ours" we finished as he dispersed into green dust that disappeared before touching the ground.

That event took place exactly five years ago, and for two years I delved into this new power. Every chance I got I would create the doppelganger, and we would switch places, it was by doing this randomly that I became very talented in the skill of hiding in plain sight. Creating the doppelganger was second nature at this point, and I now had the ability to create up to 3 of myself at once without extreme strain. Whatever I learned they learned and vice versa they were a literal me, and it was only through a moderate blow that they were forced to disperse disintegrating into green dust.

It wasn't until I was 13 that I discovered my second ability, I was going through puberty unfortunately, and so my emotions were on a tightrope suspended over bi-polar disease and the noticing of the female species. There was a girl, Annette Williams she was a small girl for her age of 14, she had short brown hair that hung mid neck, nicely tanned skin and an odd brilliant green eye color. She was a massive fan of magic so I being an emotional pre-teen at the time, found myself wanting to impress her, I went out and learned a trick. It was a simple card trick, in theory, you had them pick a card any card, then replace it in the deck. Then through many modifications of the deck that I'm not very motivated to write out for you, their card is supposed to be the last card in your hand when you throw all the cards away.

So, through long hours of preparation, I had finally gotten the deck to reveal the card I chose three times in a row. Filled with pride I went out to find Annette, and I had her pick a card and replace it back in the deck. I then threw the cards down leaving one in my hand; I was crestfallen when I saw that it was the ace of spades instead of the jack of hearts.

I showed her the card anyway, and she smiled sadly.

"It's okay Al it was a nice try. I'll see you later" she said walking away, let's just say that disappearing was at the forefront of my mind at that point haha.

My hormones kicked into overdrive and I ran to the latrine to hide from the world, only to notice in my failure addled mind that I didn't show up in the mirror. As many of you should know this shocked me greatly and I proceeded to freak out for a couple of seconds before remembering what I was, so through concentration, and no small amount of wishing, I finally managed to make myself reappear.

To me this was great, Hel it was better than great, it was something else to throw my time and efforts at, something to keep me pleasantly distracted while these hormones of mine ran their course. I was now back too normal, the power had shocked me back into my old cunning self, so I went back to my little headquarters known as the library, and tried to redo it over and over on my doubles, and it took an hour to repeat what I did, but in time I could simply disappear.

"I can vanish," I said gaining a devious grin, and they nodded.

"We just keep getting better at life, don't we?" they asked as they dispersed leaving me alone.

It didn't take me very long to realize the many capabilities of this power however one thing wouldn't stop bothering me. Why do I have these powers? I know it wasn't my mother for my uncle told me many stories of her and he didn't hold anything back. The one thing that was missing in my life was my father, I had no idea whatsoever who he was. So, it made sense that the powers more than likely came from him, I tried asking my uncle but he had no clue, she never spoke much about her love life. For half a year, this bothered me, I was confident in my vanishing skills, I've won many fights with the ability to make certain parts of my body disappear, earning a reputation for being able to punch faster than people can see.

My shooting ability at the time was at the top of the academy and my martial prowess was quick and decisive but of all the weapons that I've laid eyes on, the knife was always my favorite. Ask anyone and they would tell you that I could throw them with unnatural accuracy and speed, if I ever joined the military and were sent out on a mission I would more than likely just keep 2 combat knives and as many throwing knives as I could carry while still staying stealthy.

I still had a child's mind for your information and despite growing up I still think this was a rather attainable dream, My love for knives didn't go unnoticed by my uncle as for my 14th birthday he took me to an old antique store to find an old decor knife.

Naturally I wouldn't use it in a fight as the idea of an old antique knife cutting things was absurd, until we went and I found a pair of blades that resonated with me on a dare I say spiritual level. they were 8 inches long with carvings along the curved serpent-like blade despite it's obvious age it was still very sharp with runic carvings along the flat of the blade, the handle was straight as an arrow and wrapped in dark green linen. The guards were rusted gold, and they looked to have a carving in it as well but I couldn't make it out. So, I decided to buy the blades, my uncle nodded as we brought them to the counter to an old man with long grey hair trailing down his back. His bright green eyes sparkled, and he raised an eyebrow at my choice but smirked,

"You have a good eye boy, that'll be 50$, the blades also come with this" he said as he pulled out a thick leather bound book.

'The Norse'

"You're going to need it to read the blades" he said as my uncle handed him the money. I stared at him as we left and he met my gaze with that unnatural shine in his eyes, when the door was about to shut I swear he got younger and that smirk seemed eerily familiar.

When we returned to the Hall my uncle handed me another box, it was a knife cleaning set, along with a whetstone.

"I find that cleaning your favorite thing to be a very effective stress reliever," he said quietly.

"Thank you, uncle," I said saluting before returning to my dorm, while I did want to start the book and find out what the knives said, I found myself cleaning the blades instead.

The de-corroder got rid of any rust along the edges, and the polisher had them shining like new. With the blades finished I moved down to the guards, it took a little longer to get rid of the rust and then polish it, but once it was done, I could finally see the marking on the guards. It was an S, but it was made of two snake's encircling each other as they bit the others tail.

They...almost seemed to be slowly moving but I chalked that up to me being tired, so I set the knives on the nightstand planning to sharpen and read the runes on them in the morning. It was only a few seconds after my head hit the pillow that I drifted off to sleep.

I had a dream that night, I was in the middle of a ruined city, and the buildings were tall and would have been magnificent if it weren't for the fact that they were destroyed. There was fire, and the sounds of battle were not far off, as I moved down the streets with purpose. Men and women in armor rushed at me, but I cut them all down, without even breaking stride, I was a ghost as all their blades seemed to glide past me while mine hit home every time.

I blinked then I appeared in a chamber of sorts watching a tall fearsome bearded man doing battle with a humongous wolf. He fought hard thrusting and sweeping his spear at the beast but in the end, his throat was torn out, and he laid there bleeding to death. I felt a tinge of sadness as I walked past him, up to the golden throne and sat down, the wolf went off in search of more prey, and I just sat there, staring out of the large windows to the sky filled with dark clouds and smoke. Screams filled my ears but I didn't do a thing to block them out, I just let them wash over me waiting for it to finally end and for this to be over, I closed my eyes to let darkness envelope me, and I felt… nothing.

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