Destruction had graced Kelda's life like a friend since the beginning of time.

She'd lost her family, kingdom, and planet in the same night as a child, and now here she was, years later, being tried by a man who'd promised to not only be her father, but also a mentor and a friend. 

"Do you have anything to say for yourself, Miss Mayfair?" 

Ouch. Already disowned, are we? 

"I—I don't know what happened." she winced when she caught herself stuttering. Odin's harsh glare and the attention of about two dozens of noblemen and women was enough to make anyone nervous. "One minute I was...debating with you, and the next I lost my temper, and then..."

"You did not just lose your temper, Miss Mayfair. You lost control over your powers." Odin wasn't being gentle with her, neither did he plan to let her get away with a slap on the wrist. "And what were the consequences?" 

Kelda stayed silent, sight to the floor, heart heavy with anxiety and dread. With guilt and fear. 

"Kelda Mayfair. If you will not defend yourself soon, you'll be dealing with punishments far worse than the ones already planned." 

"Already planned?" Kelda looked up, the fear she'd tried oh-so hard to hide now revealed in front of everyone. "Aren't I innocent until proven guilty? Is that not what we live by?"

"These are the lives of helpless, innocent people we are talking about," Odin sighed. "Lives that you took, Miss Mayfair. The families of the victims already wish that you're executed." 

The Allfather didn't sit on the throne anymore. He had his hands crossed behind his back, and he towered over her from where he stood in front of the throne, at the top of the stairs. The way he, her father, peered down at her made her feel small, irrelevant. Would defending myself even matter anymore? 

"You never taught me how to control those powers, and now I'm to blame?" Kelda was sure that she wouldn't be having some light punishment, so if she was going to get punished anyway, the mess was already made, wasn't it? "It wasn't my fault, it was yours in believing that a child could control such—such...huge powers by herself! I'm not the reason they're dead, you—"

"Kelda Mayfair!" Kelda flinched at the use of 'Mayfair' instead of 'Odinsdottir', the name she'd had for so long. She wished that Hela was here, but she too, was banished from Asgard mere months ago. "You will learn to take responsibility for your mistakes."

"Like you do?"

"Yes! And though they all want your head for being the one to kill three children and seven adults, I won't do so." Odin's stare was hard, his words coming out as if he was doing a favour to her. "You will be banished from Asgard and to Midgard, until I am sure you have learned your lesson." 

Kelda's breaths came out in short pants as she was dragged away to the Rainbow Bridge like a prisoner, the cries of grieving mothers and the cheers of Asgardians who were satisfied that this...unwelcome guest, as they'd named her in the past few years, was finally getting kicked out of their homes, — she was deaf to these sounds. All she could hear was her thudding heart, trying to beat out of her ribcage, as she stood beside Odin and Heimdal.

Her mother was nowhere to be found, no doubt unaware of what was going on. That happened quite a lot since Hela was banished, Frigga being in the dark, that is. Odin refused to share quite a lot with her, even though she was his Queen. 

"Father, please don't." a last try, a meek cry of help escaped her lips. Her eyebrows scrunched up, mouth twisted in fear, eyes brimmed with unshed tears — she wasn't scared, she was terrified. 

"You will return once you've learned your lesson — once I am sure, you've learned your lesson." 

"Just like you promised Hela would return? Or like when you promised you would tell Loki about his parentage, as soon as he could start understanding the world around him. Or when you promised you would tell mother everything that went on in court?" her voice went deeper as she tried to control her tears, her fear, her anger, — her messed up emotions. "Do not make empty promises, father." 

Odin didn't say anything. Perhaps he was too tired to, perhaps he was simply done with her. She didn't know, neither did she care anymore. He was a liar, and a cheat, and she did not want to stay with him anymore. 

So when Heimdal opened the bifrost for her to walk through — albeit unwillingly, since Kelda had always been kind to him, and nevertheless, she was just a child! — she walked through without looking back. The anger she once felt for being banished dissipated into sadness, into sorrow, into disappointment. 

Anger, which was for her father, for her people, for not believing her when she said that she would never kill any child, any person willingly. 

Sadness, because she had not just lost her home, she'd lost her family, for the second time. 

Sorrow, because loneliness had come to greet her as a friend, once again. The only friend she could rely on, it seemed.

And then disappointment, because she lost everyone, every single person whom she assumed would stand by her in her darkest times, had left her side when she needed them the most. 

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She had been banished from Asgard — not to ever return there, not until Odin changed his mind, and that would be the day pigs fly. 

She wandered lonely as a cloud, with a heart heavy with guilt and grey eyes as stormy as the ocean, the roaring waves that greeted her, — she wondered if she could greet them back as well, give them a hug and let the waves suffocate her to the point they swallow her whole, but then. . . well, something clicked and realization dawned upon her: she was strong enough to scare and almost hurt Odin. 

A creature so powerful, so destructive — she was bound to lose her home sooner rather than later.

She was bound to appear a mess — 16 years old body, messed up hair, red rimmed eyes, and just her behaviour that gave away that she was completely and utterly lost. 

But when a kind old lady approached her, "Darlin', you alright?", all she did was freak out. 

And so they called the paramedics, and when she saw the syringes and the stretchers, she almost used her powers — until they passed her out. 

And yet her hands glowed white. 

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"She is unstable. Inhuman, in fact." 

Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division had its agents everywhere. 

Including local hospitals. 

So as soon as miss Kelda was rushed in, with the paramedics screaming, "A different one! Kid's got some stuff, she's ain't nothing but a lab rat at the most.", Sarah Martinez decided to contact Nick Fury, because she assumed that one of the mutants ( yes, like the X-Men ) had been taken out of the faculty. 

That's a story for another time. 

Nick Fury, however, was concerned when he saw the young lady lying on stretcher with a glowing white cloud of smoke around her. 

The last time he saw someone this powerful, he ended up losing an eye. 

Yeah, those weren't what he'd classify as good times. 

"Martinez, keep an eye on the kid." Fury had commanded. "Talk to her when she wakes up, and if she gets aggressive, just put her to sleep again." 

"Copy that." 

Sarah was happy, initially. She had always liked kids, and the calm face that the child had, had given her hopes that this would be a quick interrogation. 

Yeah, she regretted thinking that once the girl woke up and blew the window open.