The golden and bronze buildings of Asgard whipped by as I chased my friend through the streets. My legs pumped vigorously as I ran, dodging around the Asgardians, who shouted and jerked in surprise. I bared my fangs and flapped my small wings, though I was yet unable to lift myself from the ground.

"Loki! Wait up!" I yelled.

Loki looked back at me, laughing, as he ran "No way!"

I growled in my throat and ran faster, slowly gaining on my friend. My black and purple hair whipped around my head and my claws slightly extended from my nail beds. I let out a roar and jumped at Loki, covering a good ten feet in one leap. I landed on top of my friend, forcing him to fall to the ground.

I laughed, "I caught you! I caught you! I win!"

Loki grunted, pushing me off him "Fine, fine. You win."

I looked down at my friend, the boy who I was so close to, yet we were so different in age and where we lived. I was almost 500 years old and Loki was only just over 250, though we looked so similar in age. I was from a planet called Drehania and he was from here on Asgard.

I smirked at my friend and giggled "So, what do I win?"

Loki rolled his eyes, sitting back on his hands "How about a ride into the mountains, we'll practice your flying, V'Aian."

I nodded vigorously "Yes!" I immediately sobered up, a thought occurring to me "But my parents and Odin would never let us go."

Loki wiggled his fingers at me "We can go and just not tell them."

My grin grew, my fangs and claws extending.

Loki hoisted himself to his feet then reached out to pull me to mine. I smiled and followed him through the streets and up to his father's castle. We skirted around the castle to the stables behind it and crouched down behind a bale of hay outside the stable, watching the stable boy cleaning up.

Loki turned to smirk at me then stood up and simply walked to the stable boy, his appearance cool and confident "I need two horses."

The stable boy jerked in surprise and bowed at Loki "Yes, my prince." The stable boy walked brusquely to one of the stalls, pulled out a grey stallion before going to the next one and pulling out a brown mare. He quickly tacked them up and passed their reigns to Loki, who led them from the stable and handed the mare to me.

I laughed and mounted, knowing how to ride from all the time I spent here on Asgard, as my home planet didn't have horses, though there was a predator we rode sometimes.

Loki led me from the city and to the mountains beyond. We traveled up the mountains without incident and stopped on the edge of a cliff.

Asgard sparkled like a jewel not far below, the buzz of the city tickling at my consciousness. I smiled like a maniac.

"Ready?" Loki asked, causing me to spin around to look at him.

I nodded, ginning. I threw open my wings and jumped.

The wind whistled around me, slapping my face and burning poisonously against my soft skin. I opened me wings against the wind, trying desperately to fly. And nothing happened.

I flapped my wings uselessly, falling and falling. I looked down and saw the ground rapidly approaching.

"V'Aian!" I heard two voices yell above me as I fell.

I crashed into the ground hard, my bones breaking and skin tearing. And the last thing I was my mother's wings and face as she swooped down from the cliff above.

And here is the beginning of the wonderous prequal I promised. I hope you like it