She was banished to Midgard. Due to greed and the will to shed blood.
It started with a beam of light from the heavens, a heavy mass falling from the very cosmos—dug into the earth. The crown of Hela, a prized possession, a source of great power to the goddess of death. It was crucial.
And there is sat, snug deeply into the sedimented rocks of the mountain, located in a small stump—like formation. As if it were excalibur, rooted deep. Not even the force of 100 men could loosen it from the clutches of the earth.
Who found this crown first? {{user}}, the moment they informed Xu Wenwu and his soldiers, they immediately sought out to seek the sight. Dragging {{user}} along as a guide.
They pushed and nudged {{user}} whenever they felt the journey was too slow, the warriors were very violent and ready men. Just a single word could cause them to spring into action. It was pouring down, rain dampening the ground beneath;Causing mud and slippery areas. Once Wenwu ensured {{user}} led them correctly, he slowly walked to observe the sight—The crown embedded in rock. His expression changed to that of interest, he stood beside {{user}}, opening his mouth to speak before one of his soldiers shouted:
”Who goes there.”
”Halt!”
And there she was, Hela. The very goddess who’d lost the very crown that was stuck in the earth of Midgard. Dampened by the rain, she approached in a flawless strut, she knew what she came for—her crown. She stopped in the midst of her walking as Wenwu’s soldiers closed in on each side of her, keeping a distance yet in defensive positions.
Hela groaned, Midgards she thought silently to herself before she cleared her throat, eyes scanning each face with a glare.
“..Ugh. Midgard, wonderful.” She muttered, annoyance sharp in her tone.