Short Story: Jane's Struggle For Hope

Establishment As Jane throws the wheel to the side, she hears an impact on the side of the van and knows that she didn’t miss the woman in the road. She feels a sick, dreadful weight in the pit of her stomach as she throws open the door and runs to where the figure had stood. A roaring in her ears rises to a level that drowns out anything Erik and Darcy say. Her world narrows to the prone figure on the ground as every step takes an eternity and her fluttering, frightened heart beats a deep bass in the background. She can only barely recognize her voice, breathlessly begging for life, a miracle, for hope. Even as she kneels next to the brunette and frantically holds her victim – lord, her victim’s face, she is replaying, replaying the moment …show more content…
Do me a favor and don’t be dead.” She pleads. When breath lifts the woman’s chest, Jane sits back on her heels and her breath leaves her own chest in a relieved huff. Her heart still flutters, a remnant of the fear, but her mind breaks through the vanished wall to bring a question. “Where did she come from?” Jane asks as she looks up at her sky. In Asgard, they talk. They talk of the weather and the battles and once they talked of the little orphan girl with the clever eyes and the crossed arms. “The poor little lass.” The seamstress clucked as she put pins in the sleeve of an elegant gown floating in the air. With a wave of her hand, she spun it so she could work on the other sleeve. “She’s only barely of an age to speak and toddle. If there was ever a time to lose both parents, that certainly is not it.” “Sif is the last of the Alvar line, as well.” Her assistant mumbled around a pin in her mouth. “A wealthy, strong line of warrior lords and it all comes down to one small …show more content…
“Are they the ones who slew my mother’s family?” At Odin’s nod to both questions, Thor’s eyes shone. “When I’m king, I’ll hunt the monsters down and slay them all! Just as you did, Father.” “He clearly didn’t slay them all, if you would have to do it again, Thor.” Sif shoved him, to Loki’s laugh and Thor’s smile. “A wise king never seeks out war. But…he must always be ready for it.” Odin warned his children and turned away from the casket which held the power of his enemies. He could hear the footsteps of his children as they ran to catch up with his longer strides. “I’m ready, Father.” Thor said eagerly from his elbow, looking up admiringly. “So am I!” Loki’s face shone in the torchlight and his eyes were as brilliant as stars. Odin took a breath before reminding his sons. “Only one of you can ascend to the throne. But both of you were born to be kings.” After they walked back to the main halls of the palace and the boys began to bicker about who would be a better king, Odin noticed that Sif was silent. He let the princes pass towards that night’s feast and knelt by his daughter. “Are you troubled, Sif?” He asked