I only own Randi, Shannon, and Francis

Randi sighed as she did her math homework.

Randi Jones was different than normal girls her age. She was very smart. So smart that she's taking senior classes as a sophomore. Instead of sitting with a group of friends and talking about crushes and makeup, Randi sits by herself with her only friend, Rachel. The most strange thing about her is that she loves to study mythology, especially Norse mythology. She was fascinated by it. Randi would read it at any chance she got.

Randi sighed again and put her head in her hands.

"Randi," her mom, Shannon called, "it's dinner time."

"Finally," she breathed, "an excuse to leave my desk and math work."

Randi's parents took her schooling seriously. She isn't aloud to do anything fun until her homework is done.

At the dinner table, Randi follows strict rules there as well. She suppose to sit up straight and not speak unless spoken to, and as well use her manners. Shannon said grace and made a motion to let her husband and daughter start eating.

"So Randi," her father, Francis, started.

Randi looked up from her food and looked at her father.

"How was school today?"

"Fine Father."

Francis sighed.

"Randi, there's something we need to tell you."

She looked at him in the eye.

Shannon took a deep breath.

"Someone very important contacted us today," Shannon said in a calm voice. "And he's going to come to visit."

"What's his name?" Randi asked, not liking where the conversation was going.

"Please understand Randi that we kept this from you to protect you," said Francis, taking a deep breath. "His name is Loki and he's your real father."