Authors Note: To every one that is reading this, this prolog is so you can understand my OC a bit better, I promise Loki is coming in very soon. A special thanks to Moon's Envoy for helping me out, your awesome!
This was it, the official declaration of their marriage. Dimi was so anxious she could feel her heart beating in her throat. Soon the whole kingdom would be hers to bear, with Fafern's help of course. This news would hopefully brighten these gloomy days and cast off all impending feelings of doom as the Chitauri pressed on their borders for a little while. She loved Fafern, becoming his wife was a great honor and a chance Dimi would never ever pass down. Who would pass on the chance to spend the rest of their lives with the person they loved?
As her anxious thoughts where interrupted by a familiar cold breath on the back of her neck, Dimi nearly jumped out of her own skin. "Hey, why are you so jumpy Dimi?" Fafern asked, sneaking his arms around Dimi's waist and turning her around in his firm grasp. Dimi tried to control the shaking but, she was so nervous she just couldn't help it. She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding "Sorry it's just, I'm so, really nervous". Fafern's baby blue eyes held Dimi's green ones in a comforting gaze. He gently cupped her her chin "Don't be. I have your back, I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you, Dimi. You have my word".
Dimi nodded, casting her eyes down. Fafern held out his arm, the metal of his armor shining in the sunlight, "Shall I escort you, my lady?". Dimi smiled, causing her to smile in return. He always managed to make her smile "You shall!". She replied gleefully, stepping forward to take his arm.
The two young royals made their way from behind the large, rich red curtains, to be revealed to the gathered crowd. The Litari threw their arms in the air and cheered at the arrival of the prince and his Bond Dimi. The stepped down the large, marble stairs towards the small stage that Fafern's parents were sitting on. When they arrived, they took a seat below the current king and queen. When Dimi's eyes scanned the ground, she saw several familiar faces looking at her. One of them yelled her name, whistling and waving. Finn had been her childhood friend, and had always taken care of her. The day she had told him she had found her bound, he had done his best to get a party organized in the shortest time possible. He had been with her for every hardship in her life, and now he was here to see her start the best time of her life. Tears sprang to her eyes as she gave a small wave back.
The king slammed his staff on the ground and the crowd quieted. He then gestured to his wife the queen. The queen, dressed elegantly in a cream gown spoke, her quiet voice filling the silence of the large gathering "In the gloomy days, the Chitauri press on our borders but, we have always prevailed. The time has come-". 'Your Majesty!' A voice rang from the other side of the square. A man, clad in torn armor, clasping one of his arms hurriedly made his way through the crowd. The people that had come to celebrate the royal wedding parted, letting the scout pass. He ran up the stairs, bowing to the royal family that was looking down on him. When he got back up, but remained bowed from his waist, looking at the ground as he quickly informed his sovereign. Unspoken words passing between the king and queen as they seemed to be highly worried.
The king rose up ,conjuring his armor. His voice rang out a singular phrase with one clear intention "The time has come!".
|A Few Days Later, the Battlefield|
Fafern viewed the front line troops with an appraising look in his eyes, as his white horse seemingly reflected the light of the sun. Dimi followed close by, casting worried looks between her Bond and the soldiers that were to defend the rest of her people. Her eyes fell on her Bond, on his short hair with the color of burnt honey and his blue eyes reflecting the light of the sun as they that pierced her gaze. The kind and queen accompanied them, before everybody spread to their troops. While the kind and his son would be riding out to meet the enemy full-on, their Bonds would be leading the troops coming after that, taking care of the ones they had missed. Dimi cast a last, longing look on Fafern, and then they started racing towards the Chitauri.
The Chitauri met them halfway, and at first the battle seemed to be fairly even. Fafern and his father took out a great amount of the enemy, and for a moment they even seemed to be winning. Then the Chitauri surrounded them, their force was overwhelming. Their army attacked the troops that the women were leading, and the thundering roar of magic and swords clashing drowned out everything else. Dimi was ripped violently from her horse, the Chitauri that had grappled her attempting to stab her. On instinct, she rolled back on her feet and stabbed him with her sword, a gift from Fafern.
Among the hords Dimi could spot the queen, by the blue bolts of magic coming from the scepter. Her heart froze as she ran towards her queen, slipping in blood and mud, forced to watch as the woman was ran through with a Chitauri spear. The squelch as she hit the ground was sickening, the scepter still in her pale hands.
Dimi battled her way to the queen, she was still breathing but there was no way she would be able to treat a wound in the battlefield like this. Looking around Dimi spotted cover among the trees and dragged the queen there. She was about to leave to get help but the queen's grasp on her forearm told her otherwise. The raspy weak voice spoke "No, this was to be your scepter. Take it and protect the people. You are their last hope".
The scepter lay in her hands and Dimi touched the queens shoulder and bowed her head in respect. Looking among the battle field she saw their forces where no match for the Chitauri, the stench of death and grief was overwhelming. Her people were screaming as they were being slaughtered.
Dimi flashed to the far side of the field, holding the scepter up high she screamed "Retreat!". She used the power of the scepter to hold open a portal, it grew to the largest size she could maintain without killing herself. Litari ran through the portal, and Dimi struggled to maintain her posture, her magic was slowly waning.
An overwhelming pain hit Dimi and she gasped falling on her knees, it was like a thousand knifes slicing and stabbing her all over. Fafern was dying! She could feel how he was losing his life. She struggled to maintain consciousness as she fell down, still tightly gripping the scepter.
In and out her vision faded but Dimi could make out nearby Chitauri speaking "Thanos will prevail, he was not among us, he shall reward us greatly for out victory!". Dani registered the information as the darkness enveloped her.
A voice in Dimi's head spoke growing louder and louder as she regained consciousness after a while. "Wake up!, Wake up!" it chanted over and over. Dimi groaned, she was barely able to stand even with the support of her sword. Nothing but corpses and smoke surrounded her, where had everyone gone? Dimi heard someone moving nearby. Shifting through bodies she found one soldier barely alive, gasping his last breaths. It was Finn.
Dimi felt tears swimming down her face, she held Finn her arms. She looked up when Finn held her cheek with his broken hand "Hey you gotta promise me Dim, you gotta promise you'll make em' pay, right kid?" Dimi nodded and broke out in a sob when his hand fell from her face. His once sparkling eyes now were glossed over and empty.
A burning rage filled her heart, she had made a promise, one she intended to keep. The scepter was gone but it still had traces of magic left behind. Gathering the threads of magic she began to feel its pull, tracing it realms away. They were taking the scepter away, after all they had done to her. The queen was gone, and had left her in charge of the safety of her people. Fafern was gone, her Bond. The man she was supposed to be happy with was taken from her. She fell on Finn's still warm chest, sobbing his name and that of Fafern. She cried hot tears, promising him again and again that she would make them pay. She would never let them get away with something like this.
She would never forgive the enemy.