It was Saturday night on a cool October. Downtown in the kitchen of a soup kitchen a young woman worked hard over a large pot of boiling stew. Her long sleeves of the green sweater she wore were rolled up to her elbows and her long brown wavy locks were tied in a messy bun at the base of her neck. She wore an old floral apron donated to the soup kitchen by a charitable citizen, and her brown eyes scanned over a tray of seasonings as she tried to decide what she needed to add to the mix. Finally she decided on just some plain black pepper and picked up the shaker to sprinkle some into the soup. "There we go. That should be good now." She stirred the pot once more before bringing the ladle out and blowing on the soup before dipping her finger into the mixture and bringing it to her lips to taste. "Mmm. Perfect."<br/><br/>With the soup complete she turned around and reached up to the long counter behind her and tapped a silver bell twice to allow the people out in the dinning area know that the food was ready. There were several sounds of recognition and the woman smiled before quickly serving a couple dozen bowls to hungry patrons who grumbled a thank you for the warm and delicious food.<br/><br/>With her job done she sighed and wiped her brow with the back of her hand as an older woman peeked into the kitchen from a swinging door that lead out to the dinning area. "Thank you for your help, Myra. We got it from here. Go have some fun."<br/><br/>"Alright, thanks Jena." The younger woman replied and reached behind her to untie the apron and then pulled the strap over her head and hung it up on a small peg by the back door of the kitchen. Then she retrieved her purse from another peg and placed the strap on her shoulder then pulled the hair tie from her bun to let her long locks hang free around her shoulders. More fit for a public appearance Myra exited the building through the back door of the soup kitchen and headed down the dark alley that lead out to the street where she had parked her car.<br/><br/>After a moment of searching through her purse she pulled out her keys and pressed the button to unlocked her vehicle as it came into view. It had been a long hard day and she was ready to go home and snuggle up with her favorite book and a glass of red wine. Walking around her car she moved to open the driver's door and had taken a step to get into her seat when she heard the squealing of tires from down the road. When she looked up she saw only the blinding light of high beams and then felt herself falling through the air.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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<br/>​</div>Myra had no idea how long she fell through darkness. All she knew was that it was far to long and she should have hit her car, the ground, or something hours before. There was no wind as she fell as her hair simply floated around her as if gravity were suddenly gone with the world that had been around her. Her body felt cold and numb but she lacked the ability to rub her arms together to warm herself. Why couldn't she move? Come to think of it she wasn't even sure she was breathing. With the silence around her she should have been able to hear her own heartbeat and the sound of her breath that flowed in and out of her lungs. "Where am I?" She tried to ask but could only think instead of move her lips to speak.<br/><br/>"Between the world of the living and the afterlife." A voice came from all around her so beautiful and entrancing she wanted to cry.<br/><br/>"Afterlife?" She thought instead of spoke.<br/><br/>"Yes, you have been taken from the world when it was not yet your time. I'm here to give you an offer. I can return you to the realm of the living so that you may solve the reason for your death and who is responsible." The voice responded kindly like that of a parent soothing their child back to sleep from a nightmare. "You will have the ability to do many great things. Strength, speed, and powers only told in legends and fairytales, but.." the voice paused.<br/><br/>"Yes?" Myra inquired but whether it was to hear the voice speak more or if it was to get an answer she was unsure.<br/><br/>"You will still have your mortality. You must use caution as even though your body will be able to take more than those of the humans you will still be able to be killed." It finally answered after a moment of painful silence.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" Myra asked and tried to look around to see the being that the voice came from only to be met with more inky blackness.<br/><br/>"I am what I am." The voice replied. "I allow those worthy to return from death and seek their killers. If you are successful you will be given true Godhood like that of Zeus, Odin, and many others. Each was a man or woman living among the living before their lives were stolen. Now they sit upon thrones as gods with immortality to watch over humanity for me. I wish you to do the same, but you must first come to terms with your death."<br/><br/>As Myra listened her head swam and her body ached with a burning sensation that made her want to scream. Through the pain though it was as if her very soul recognized the need to find out just who had killed her. Taken her life when she still yet had so much to live for. A sense of purpose burned its way into her heart and then.. rain.<br/><br/>Raindrops sprinkled along her cold bare flesh as she looked up at a gloomy sky. Breath returned to her lungs and her fingers slowly moved as the feeling returned to them. Was she alive now? Had the voice really given her life back as it had said? When her feeling returned enough she groaned before rolling over on her side just as a car pulled up next to her and she heard the door open and a boot touch the concrete.<br/><br/>"Ma'am? Are you alright?" A male voice asked and then she felt a gentle hand upon her bare shoulder.<br/>Looking up she saw a police officer looking at her with concern and then speak into a walkie talkie strapped to his shoulder. "Come on miss. Can you stand?" He reached under her arm and lifted her to her feet before guiding her over to his cruiser and placing her in the backseat. Though her breath had returned she found it hard to get her body to respond to the way she wanted which included speech. "Do you know your name?" He asked.<br/><br/>"Urng.." She replied at first when she tried to say her name.<br/><br/>"What year is it? Can you tell me?" The officer asked and placed something warm and soft over her chilled body. A blanket?<br/><br/>"2015.." She managed to say with some difficulty after a moment.<br/><br/>"It's 2017, ma'am." He corrected.<br/><br/>"Two years?" She asked dumbfounded. "I've been gone two years?" It was then she noticed she was naked and pulled the blanket around herself to hide her form from the man.<br/><br/>"I'm calling paramedics." He said.<br/><br/>"No!" She snapped. "Take me to the station. I need to speak with a detective!" Her voice was quickly returning.<br/><br/>"Ma'am. You're naked, in the middle of the street, and disoriented. You need medical attention." He argued.<br/><br/>"No!" She yelled a bit more forcibly. "Take me to the station." Her once brown eyes, now golden, shone brightly through the grim rainfall and the man stiffened before relaxing completely and nodding.<br/><br/>"Yes." He responded and waited for her to pull her legs into the backseat before closing the door and getting into the driving seat and pulling away. The drive was silent as she watched the town go by from the dark windowed interior. Everything looked the same. A couple shops were different, but everything looked to be as it should. Looking down at her hands she felt her strength returning and honestly felt like she could run all the way to the station without running out of breath.<br/><br/>When they arrived the officer let her out of the backseat and she tightened the blanket around her before making her way up the steps and through the main door.