I could feel water gushing close to my face. I saw, over the somewhat slow paced wave of unusual water,a young teenage version of Loki waving his arms while somewhat skating on a gray floor surface. Wait, this isn't water! Fresh feelings of concern and fear were mainly in the dream for me; the concern part is what I don't get honestly. The water like liquid sends me drifting past the 'then' closed gate.Teenage Loki had been sent flying out of the gray liquid filled bridge-what-ever-the-hell-it-should-be-called.

That is it; I am calling it the Metal Bridge!

"Emily?" Teenage Loki then realizes I am still in there. "Emily!"

The liquid itself feels unusually binding--and sticky--causing both of my arms to feel numb. As in to reach my arms out and attempt to swim into a much lower body of what-ever-the-hell-this-is.For some reason I wasn't screaming for help. I wasn't opening my mouth; in fact, I was breathing through my nose. I saw a path of ice swirl up above the barriers ever so magically it could have been ripped out of Frozen.

The metal liquid had carried me over to the barriers, how convenient, and my right arm had emerged from the rather hard sticky metal water to one part of a bumpy rounded emerging surface to the barrier. I had this sense of 'totally doomed' running about my head. Something about the metal water seemed something to be feared of. The dread that is going through my head of upcoming waves easily sealed the wary thoughts.

Loki held his hand out for me.

I lunge forwards waking up from the dream.

"Just a dream." I said, with a pant.

My flip-phone vibrates off the table.

"How timing." I said, picking up the phone. I saw my mother's name 'Sherrine' pop up on screen. "Time for mom to face the truth." I flip open the phone, press the green button, and place the phone on my ear. I put my head back on the pillow while staring at the god awful ugly ceiling. "I have been waiting for you to call."

"You have not called in weeks, Emmy." Mom said.

"How would I when I just found out I am immortal?" I ask.

Mom pauses on the other end of the phone call.

It made me feel strange, and tense, to be the one demanding for an answer from my parent.

"...You know." Mom said.

"When were you going to tell me that I was a Rock Giant who hailed from Boulderhiem?" I ask.

"That was a long time ago." Mom said.

How the hell is being a Rock Giant a long time ago?

My mother has a bad sense of time; always had.

"And that I am really 620 years old." I said,getting off the bed. "Oh, does Lewis know?" I stood in front of my bed in the dark waiting for an answer in the pitch silence. "Mother, I am this close to breaking my phone."

"He doesn't." Mom said. "How did you find out?"

"After being thrown into Marvel, surviving a bomb, and meeting two Norse gods....No, actually, THREE." I said, counting my fingers. "It took the third one for me to learn the truth.Why can I not remember the previous 620 years of my life? Why? Why did father use magic on me?"

"Odin." Mom said.

"Yes, him." I said. "He's the one who undid it."

"What do you mean he undid it?" Mom said.

"I can shift to human and to Rock Giant." I said. "Quite handy in fact."

"Emily, we did that to protect you." Mom said.

"Why?" I ask. "Is Father using his magic on this call?" There is utter silence on mother's end. "So he is! How long has my brother gone unaware about his true heritage?" I stop my pacing. "How old is he really?"

"Eight hundred thirty two." Mom said. "You were so young when we did it." Six hundred twenty minus eight hundred thirty two; that equals one hundred twenty. "Don't argue; you were a young child.Seven hundred forty years ago we fled during the destruction of our home.Your father, and I, managed to escape through a wild portal.Your brother was still in the womb in that time. We later came to realize after decades we landed in a different Midgard."

"And what about this magic caution?" I ask. "How many times did you wipe my memories?"

"That was all your father." Mom said. "Odin promised to help us, but he never came. "

"So?" I ask. "Odin couldn't come when he's king and all."

"He promised to save our realm." Mom said. "There are lots of people out there who would use a Rock Giant for worse tasks."

"Define worse." I said. "Define being normal living as a Midgardian capable of shifting to Rock Giant."

"A long time ago Rock Giants were giant, hence the name,and resembled the rock giants you would normally see in the movies. However that changed during the time of Bor Burison." Mom explained. Instead my mom gave me a wikipedia style of Rock Giant history. "Bor introduced a shapeshifter to our society back then, well, one capable of multiplying.Rock Giants share an extended lifespan like Asgardians. There are some material that your body won't be able to move through even under the form of a Rock Giant. Explosions cannot kill us so we are reassembled."

I sat down in the chair listening.

"You...unfortunately...Emily, you went through a dark time.And you came to your father requesting, that whatever he was doing to Lewis; he should do the same on you." Mom continues explaining. "I only found out later why you did. You fell for a mortal, as you did countless times, but this time he died in your arms."

It is then that 620 years worth of history started to flood my mind.

"You never talked about it with me; only your father." Mom said. "You were daddy's little girl.You wanted to forget about your immortality, you wanted to not have the ability to change into one of us, you were...wanting to blend into the society."

"How...How old was I?" I ask.

The people in my memories all looked different; hair styles, choice of clothing, and everything.

"You always lied about your age to men." Mom said, with a fond laugh. "You lied to be 38."

"My real age, mother." I said.

"509." Mom said.

One hundred eleven years ago; so, 2014 minus 111 equals 1903.

"1903." I said.

"Yes." Mom said. "It was in December, Christmas, of that year."