Hi everyone! Here's a new story I'm writing! Hope you all like it:)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Chapter One:
There is a place that has no light, no sound, no scents, and no air within it. It is said to be a dark and desolate place, full of everything and nothing at once. It was a place known and feared amongst all. Not even the bravest of warriors or kings dared to traverse it, for all who attempted to enter never returned.
However, once there was a young man who past through the void and survived. Wait let me rephrase that. There once was not a young man, but a mere child who past through the void and survived. And when you say survived, that is the kindest word used for what this child had gone through.
He fell.
Time froze as the lithe figure appeared out of nowhere and silently fell through the endless tunnel of the void.
It was pitch black.
He kept falling or what seemed like falling. There was nothing and everything in the void. He thought he would find death, but instead he was still alive, stuck in a state of in-between. He had no concept of time as he fell. It felt like days, months, years, and even centuries had pasted, but in the end he still couldn't tell.
All of his senses were blank and useless in this place. No light was able to reach his eyes. No sound was able to touch his ears. No scents could breach his nose. Yet, at the same time everything overloaded his senses at once. He smelt colors through his nose, saw sounds through his eyes, and he heard scents through his ears. It made his head spin, his eyes bleed, and his body tremble. Whatever attempt he made to balance and root himself in place, broke every time. But even through everything and nothing happened, he couldn't feel anything, not even himself. There was no sense of touch in this cruel and terrifying place.
At first he had a nonchalant attitude about his endless fall and pretended that nothing was wrong. That it was all just a bad dream that he would wake up from.
He never woke up.
Soon he began to hope. He held fiercely on to hope that maybe someone would come after him. That maybe his family still cared enough to recuse him. He fantasized that his father would regret the words he said to him. Then he and Thor would immediately traverse through the void to save him from this never-ending hell. Then once he was recused and taken back to Asgard. Father would then tell him he knew the truth about what really happened, and that he was so proud of him for surviving. That he was proud that he never gave in and managed to come out with most of his sanity still intact. Thor would proclaim that they were still brothers and that nothing would ever change it. Mother would pull him close to her and never let go. Cooing out warm reassurances that he was still her son, still a part of the family, and that she still loved him. He imagined that while everything wouldn't go back to normal, things would be better. That their family bonds would strengthen and form even tighter than before.
It never happened.
The hope that he held onto began to dwindle away until there was only despair let to take its place.
He began to forget.
His memories started to slowly disappear. One moment it was sharp and clear like a long stretch of ice. Then it began to flicker in and out like a dying flame on a candle. He recited anything that was still left. He repeated out loud passages of spells he learned as a child, mathematical and alchemical equations he created, childhood stories his mother told him at night when he was young to only just saying his name. He said anything to just hear something.
None of it was enough.
In the end, the one thing that defined him, that let others know who he was, that let him know who he was. He started to forget his name. He was driven to just repeating his name. Loki. Loki. Loki. He chanted it over and over, for who was he if forgot who he was.
He screamed.
Loki screamed and screamed until his voice went hoarse and his throat bled. When he couldn't get another sound out, he silently howled out his fears, pains, and regrets. He wished and begged for death to take him, and bring an end to this terrible nightmare he was trapped in.
It didn't end.
The void consumed everything that made him 'human'. All of the hope, wonder, and precious memories that he once had stood no chance against the void. It drained out of his being, like color melting off a painting, leaving only pitch black.
How'd you all like it? If you guys want me to continue with this story, just leave a review saying so:) I'm still going to continue with Altering My Fate!
~Chase