Chapter One: Prologue

Two brothers on the brink of adolescence were running through a large grandiose hall. The boy in the lead was blonde and carried a strong air of confidence that was unusual for someone so young. The second boy was different. He lagged behind his brother considerably, was dark haired, and had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"Have you been turned into a snail brother?" Thor called out.

"No," Loki said with scowl. "You must be cheating." Loki sent a blast of air at Thor.

"What was that?" Thor replied. "Now mother will yell at me for not having my hair combed." Loki grinned widely back at him and took off running. He stopped at the front of the large door that lay in front of them. Thor followed momentarily behind.

"Now that is cheating!"

" Since you are faster I simply had to use my magic," Loki explained to his brother. They had just started receiving magic lessons and Loki was the only one to have any success. Loki was pleased with this as he finally found something that he was truly talented at.

"I might have done the same with a fan," Thor jovially pushed Loki. "Come now Father will not be pleased if we are late." The two had been called out of combat training to see their father. He didn't like to disturb their lessons often so the two were excited about what it might be.

The two walked through the golden door into one of their father's rooms. Although they were accustom to the glory of the palace Allfathers rooms were special and extremely glorious. Enough so that it would cause two young boys to fall momentarily silent.

"Welcome boys." He smiled from his seat, for however serious he had to be when running the kingdom he knew he would always be too gentle when concerned with her children. "I have someone I would like you to meet."

Loki looked at the person sitting next to his father at the table; at first he hadn't even seen her for she was so small. She was a young girl of about his age with delicate features, pointed ears, and long white blonde hair. Her silver-blue eyes met his greenish-blue ones. In that instant he decided she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, but before he could summon the courage to say anything Thor blurted something out.

"Is she an Elf!"

Elves were not a very common sight in Asgard. Loki could only remember seeing one once or twice. They lived on a far away realm called Alfheimr which he heard was the only realm that could even come close to Asgard's beauty. The light-elves were one with nature and loved knowledge. Although when the had to fight they were mighty wielders of magic.

"Yes," Odin chuckled at his forward son. "Her name is Isil she is the second daughter of the king of the light-elves realm Alfheimr and has come here to study-she will join your group of course."

The group Odin was referring to was the group of the most promising young Asgardians—namely Thor, Loki, Sif, Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun. They trained to become Asgardians next top fighters and government leaders studying a range of topics from combat to magic to government.

"Of course the circumstances of her visitation are rather grim," Odin glanced over at the young elf. "Her mother has been killed by the dark-elf Telemnar who has dreams of conquering the light-elves kingdom and her father does not feel he has the means to raise to daughter alone."

Isil's face turned pale, "At least Telemnar has been captured."

Thor walked over to Isil and kissed her hand, "I look forward to learning with you."

Loki ran over to Isil not to be outdone by Thor, "I'm Loki and I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Hello Loki," Isil smiled at him as she spoke with an almost musical voice. She liked him more than the other one. She wasn't sure why, but perhaps it was something in his eyes. Their eyes locked for what seemed and eternity.

"How about you two show her the palace," Odin suggested. The three young youths quickly got up to leave. Thor chatting about what an incredible kingdom Asgard was and how much she would enjoy it. He took the lead as the other two walked behind him glancing at each other every so often. Loki was simply entranced with her. Every word, every movement made him more curious. He could have never guessed how much of an impact she would have on his life.

Authors Note: Thank you so much for reading the story! I hope you liked it and please review. I plan on updating about two times a week maybe more once I get out of school. This chapter is shorter than most will be as it is a prologue type thing all others will be longer Also the pronunciation of Isil is like Isildur minus the dur (for all you LOTRs fans) and if you don't know how to pronounce that either it is like ess-eel. Okay i'll be quite now.