Merry Meet! I was inspired to write this while listening to Eluveitie (an awesome band, you should look them up). I really hope you guys like this and if you have any suggestions please say so in a review, I would deeply appreciate it. Not to give anything away but this is only going to be the first half (this story as a whole) of an entire plot line which I can wait to get started on!

Chapter One

The sky was a beautiful golden color as the sun lowered itself to the ground. This was Sigyn's favorite time of day because everything looked like it was encased in gold. She leaned back against the tall wheat grass to smile up to the sky. The sun's dying rays warmed Sigyn's tan skin, her long blonde hair splayed out beneath her. It was times like this that Sigyn wished she could freeze time. She was a simple farmer's daughter and when the sun set and the moon rose she would be forced again to face the realities of life. But for now she could lose herself in the moment and she could pretend there was nothing else but her and the sky.

"Sigyn!" a light voice like bells called for her, "Sigyn!" She sighed and sat up to greet the sweet voice. "Sigyn there you are! Father has been looking all over for you!" A young woman of immense beauty ran towards Sigyn. Her hair was long and dark like a raven's wing and her skin was pale like snow. She was her sister and Sigyn nearly sighed at her beauty every time she saw her. Sigyn knew she would never be considered beautiful, especially not like her sister. Aesir valued pale and dark haired maidens with dark mysterious eyes, not tan and freckled girls with locks as yellow as wheat and as graceful as a one legged blind bird.

"What is it Iliya?" Sigyn asked, brushing the strands of wheat off her as she stood. Why couldn't she be left alone for two minutes? Her family knew that she greatly valued her solitude. She supposed it was the price to pay for such a large family.

"Father has news for you," Iliya smiled, taking Sigyn's hand, "I assure you it is good news." Sigyn nodded and followed Iliya back to the house. It was a modest home, nothing big and nothing too small. She found her father in his study, a letter in his hand. He smiled up at her, his blue eyes twinkling when she smiled back.

"Sigyn," he smiled and took her hand, "I have great news. I have made arrangements for you and your sister to travel to Asgard to find a suitor. You will be staying with your Aunt Setezunna. You remember her from when you were a child, yes?" Sigyn remembered her alright, a simply infuriating woman who constantly nagged her to "act like lady".

Sigyn opened her mouth to argue; she did not want a husband!- but Iliya silenced her with her dark eyes. She was her closest friend and Sigyn she silenced her for her own good. "Thank you ever so much," Iliya smiled, "we are grateful." Sigyn nodded in agreement, knowing her tongue would betray her. Her father beamed and prattled off useless details for their departure. They were to leave in less than a week. Finally, he excused them from his presence, not wishing to bore them. As they left back into the room they shared Sigyn threw her hands up in the air.

"Why should I marry?" she thundered, turning angrily to Iliya, "We all know that no one will propose to me! I should just be allowed to stay here and do as I wish! No man will take my hand nor do I want them to!"

Iliya sighed and tried to calm her hot headed sister, "Sigyn you could have a man propose, why not give it a try?"

"Because it's only degrading having me stand there behind you like a child to be pitied as you gain suitors and I have none!" At Iliya's hurt face Sigyn said softer, "I love you very much Iliya, you are my sister and my closest friend but we both know that out of the two of us you will be the one to be married. You are the beautiful one, men swoon when you breathe in their presence." Sigyn smirked, trying to cheer her sister up, "I am the girl that takes care of the fields and our family. You were meant for a life in Court, I was not and that is simply fact."

Iliya shook her head, "that is not true…" Sigyn raised her eyebrow at her.

"Iliya do you really believe they will welcome me at court with my freckled face, tan skin, and yellow hair? You know they value vanity above all else. I will be a sunflower in a sea of roses," Sigyn shook her head, "It's an absurd idea to think I will fit in there. I don't even know why father is sending me."

Iliya sighed, knowing she could not convince her sister. "You are beautiful," she said softly, "you are dainty-"

"I am short," Sigyn cut in.

"You are curvaceous in ways I could only dream," Iliya said referring to Sigyn's swelling bosom and round hips.

"They pride women in being waif-like and small," Sigyn countered, "Sister give it up, we both know I'm not nor will I ever be beautiful in the court's eyes." She stared at her sister, hands on hips in defiance before Iliya sighed.

"It is a shame though," Iliya sighed slyly, "you would have loved the library." At that Sigyn's ears perked up. It was no secret that she would trade her soul for her own personal library. She spent most of her time with her face shoved in a book.

"A library you say?" Sigyn said, trying not to sound interested.

"Yes," Iliya heaved another sigh, "the biggest in all of the nine realms. The royal library is said to hold the secrets to the world is you read all that lies within." Sigyn's eyes sparkled at the notion.

"I suppose," Sigyn said trying to sound dismissive, "that I can at least entertain father's notions by going, if there is such a library at my disposal." Sigyn barely finished her sentence before Iliya tackled her to the ground in a hug.

That night Sigyn sat at the window, Iliya asleep in her bed across the room. The moon light streamed in and framed Sigyn's face as she looked up at the night sky. Soft music like chiming bells played in the air around her as she hummed to herself. It was a gift bestowed onto her at birth by a elvish friend of her father's. If one was to listen closely they could hear the music of Sigyn's heart, from this Sigyn was given the gift of music. Her family delighted in her singing at family gatherings. In jest her family called her the Goddess of Music but Sigyn brushed it off. Tonight her music played a soft sorrowful song as she softly fell asleep against the window. Her heart feared being forever unloved.