I stood on a ribbon of light, every color of the rainbow reflected in its depths. There was no heat, no cold. All around me the expanse of space filled my eyes with wonder. I knew this place.
Spinning on the balls of my feet, I saw Heimdall, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he regarded me. In his left hand he held a golden horn, as long as his arm. He raised the horn to his lips, and blew. The Bridge quivered and sprang to life with such brilliance of color I had to shield my eyes. When I opened them, Heimdall nodded, and I turned to look the other way, to see a company of people standing between me and the glorious realm of Asgard, my one-time home.
Before me stood Odin. His hand on a staff that rose twice his height into the sky. His broad shoulders were draped with a white
