Day 269 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about forgotten history.
Erin: “What are you doing,” my friend followed me into the library.
“Mr. Gritch is hiding something from us,” I insisted throwing books to the floor in my frustration.
“Have you gone insane,” She accused.
“Has it ever occurred to you that the watchers are only telling us what they want us to know?”
“Meaning what exactly?”
“I don’t think how they came in to power is as simple as all the adults are leading us to believe,” I reached behind the obvious books to a deteriorating one in the back.
Shannon: “Who is this woman,” I brought a photo up to my grandfather. I seen her in the background in some other photos too, but I’d never heard him tell any stories about her.
He took a long look and I could tell he was replaying a memory. “She was a friend,” he eventually answered.
“Must have been a good friend,” I observed, “But why is she always in the background?”
He didn’t seem to know how to answer. “She was hiding and I was selfish. I wanted to keep some kind of proof of her,” he smiled as he closed his eyes for a second.
“Hiding from what?” I pried.
He shrugged. “The world.”
What can’t anyone else remember?
Heather looks away from the window when she hears Thor talk about Asgard and what they are up against. “Wait wait, Thor. Run that by me again.”
“We need to go to Asgard because my older sister is trying to take over, first our realm and then the others,” Thor answers.
“…You have an older sister?” Heather asks.
“Her name’s Hela,” Loki says. Heather sends him a dark look. “Goddess of Death,” he adds, not intimidated by someone he now knows is human.
Heather looks at Thor, “Your sister is the goddess of death?”
“Apparently our father kept her a secret,” Thor admits.
“Yeah, he told us that he locked her away because she was too powerful,” Thor says, almost casually, “he knew she was coming and then died… right there.”
“And then she appeared.”
“Because his life is what kept her away,” Thor nods.
“So she- wait what?”
“It’s strange, there’s this bit of Asgardian history that we haven’t been taught,” Thor adds.
Heather leans against a table, “We’re fighting someone who is considered a commander of death?”
Heather ignores how Loki can see the haunted look on her face.
Bruce nudges Thor, who in turn looked at Heather. He then walks over and puts a gentle hand on her shoulder, “If this is too much for you, I will understand. You do not have to fight Hela, but we could use your assistance, Lady Heather.”
Heather takes a deep breath, then looks him in the eye, “If an Avenger calls, I’ll be there. You have my respect, Thor. I will gladly help you protect your people.”
Thor beams, clapping her shoulder, “Wonderful. Now,” he turns to the others, “about getting off this planet.”