Prologue

They say you shouldn’t look for miracles, because you yourself are the miracle. Or in my case, an Argonaut; or, THE Argonaut, I guess. As far as I can remember, both my life and my fate have been quite boring. I never really was too great at any particular thing, but rather I was mediocre at a variety of things, a “Jack of All Trades” if you will. That being said, becoming THE Argonaut was a huge surprise to me. However, Argonauts are expected to be heroes, protectors of the innocent and enemies of, well, enemies. So far, I’ve been pretty good at that, save an elderly here and stop a criminal there, but walking down this dark alleyway was starting to seem like I had bitten off more than I could chew.

It’s not a bad job, being an Argonaut, you earn the respect of the few people you don’t kill (and the few people you can actually trust), but one of my main quarrels is the pay: none. Yep, none. You see, Argonauts might be saviors to many but there isn’t exactly a union for people like me. I don’t really have rights or a 401K, but I do have superpowers which are pretty cool. Argonauts come in all shapes and sizes from what I know, but that’s just because I DON’T know. I’ve never actually seen someone else like me, but I assume that’s just because of the nature of the job. We don’t exactly interact with the outsiders all too often, we’re lone wolves, travelers of the night. We strike quietly and impactfully, not with too much force. Therefore, I’ve decided there is an entire secret society of Argonauts that I just simply don’t know about. Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m not alone…

...Or maybe I feel like that because someone two feet taller than me, quietly lurking in the shadows of the alleyway just knocked me out.

Chapter 1

Okay, first day of my senior year of High School. Sure, it's a brand new school which means new beginnings and new friends, but transferring all the way back to Switzerland after living in America for most of my life is going to be jarring to say the least. I lost my mother when I was very young to an unknown cause. Some assume a random heart attack or stroke but it all seems just...too convenient. I don’t know, people call me weird for looking so much into it, but having both of your parents dead to pretty much unknown causes? Something has to be up. Granted, my father passed prior to me even being born, so I never really knew him, only the things people said about him. Seemed like a solid man that worked hard and loved his family. I would have loved to meet him but, sometimes fate can give you the cold shoulder I guess. That being said, I grew up with my mother. She did everything for us and made sure we got a great education and all that jazz. Actually, I just noticed that I’ve been saying “we” when referring to my family. That’s because I’m not the only hooligan in the death-prone group of people I know as my “family,” I have a brother too, Hans. Oh, and I’m Daniel. Can’t really tell if it’s obvious if I am a male or female based on my tone, but...yeah, Daniel, the male. Doesn’t matter anyway, my life is so bland and uneventful that I could almost choke on it! Get it? Death joke.

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Regardless, I like to make sure I’m always smiling. My grandfather, Pete, always told me to smile even through any hardship, because smiling will always make you feel good inside. Speaking of Pete, that’s actually who Hans and I are going to see right now. Well, I guess “see” is too temporary to actually describe this situation. See, when your parents die and you aren’t even done with highschool yet, you don’t really have many options in terms of people to watch you. It’s alright though, I’m not exactly the type to make a ton of friends. I prefer close relationships with few people that I can get to know and love and support. Sadly, that also takes quite a long amount of time, so that wasn’t really possible in America with my already lacking social skills. Speaking of social skills though, Hans is great at them. Always the more popular out of the two of us, probably because he has a bigger connection with his emotional side. Hans was really beat up after the deaths and this move back to the Swiss land we grew up in isn’t exactly helping him calm down. He’s depressed as far as the eye can see and I’m too emotionally inept to help him. Quite a conundrum, but all I really can do is be there if he needs me. Even if I’m not too emotional, I can at least try my best.

But who knows, maybe Hans and I will be extremely successful in Switzerland. Maybe I’ll finally get a girlfriend, or even better, a pet dog. I also haven’t seen Pete since I was a baby, so that old lad will be a very welcome sight. I can’t help but feel that something is...awry. I don’t really know how to describe it, like when you look into a sea of misty fog and feel not an ominous feeling, but rather an impending event, like when you step outside into fresh air and smell the smell of rain or the crackle of thunder. The smell of nature’s wrath and some sort of unstoppable force that you cannot even fathom. Simply put, the smell of cloudy thunderstorms is in the air. Heck, even the plane I’m on to the aforementioned Swiss destination is gracefully cutting through the night’s clouds as we speak. Maybe I’m watching too many fantasy shows, but I feel like returning to Switzerland is going to bring more than just new beginnings.

End of Chapter 1

Author’s note: Finally decided to pick up writing again after a decent hiatus. It’s quite a meditative thing really and it makes me feel whole. Being able to imagine these beautiful places and worlds while describing them in front of my eyes is an experience comparable to hallucinating. Anyway, enough with the formalities. I’m sorry for the cliffhanger chapter 1 but I tossed in a prologue to flesh things out a bit more while I work on chapter 2. I hope you all enjoy both my style and the story to come, I’ll be hopefully putting out daily chapters for a while and I’m really excited to make this story come into being. Truth be told, I’ve had this concept for this story for years now and just simply didn’t have the inspiration to put it into production, but Netflix’s Ragnarok that just recently released sparked my imagination enough to toss this story into the ether. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and are at least excited, more to come soon!