"Shortest straw takes his dinner, although I believe he doesn't deserve it, he deserves to starve to death." One guard sneered, pulling out straws in his hand, all different sizes.
"Delvin, you shouldn't jest about someone so feared." A different guard said as I set down my book from where I was sat, the corner of the room on a small oak chair and standing up to see what the commotion was.
"He has no magic, no power, he is nothing more than a boy now, pick your fate." Delvin replied, shoving his arm out to the 4 surrounding guards. "You too Vana." He said.
"What's the verdict?" I asked, absent minded drawing a straw and viewing the undeniably short nature of its length.
"Whoever is too deliver ex- prince Loki's dinner." He said, smirking at me since my straw was the shortest. Prince Loki? The god who tried to take control of Midgard. Oh no. A tray of food was shoved into my chest with so much force I had to step back to catch myself. "Go on, don't keep the prisoner waiting, he might want to control your mind." Delvin laughed before turning away, I glared daggers into the back of his skull before taking a deep breath and walking into the dungeon.