Hel
Daughter of Loki
Anya Piper stumbled up to the gate, exhausted, aching, and longing for a hot shower. After her plane crashed, she'd spent days wandering first through some forest, than working her way towards the large city. Her cellphone got no reception, and was long dead. Her long blond hair was undoubtably a tangled mess, and her muscles were crying for rest somewhere normal. Because one thing she had definitely noticed was that this place where ever it was, wasn't normal.
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