The Rising Star
The feeling of darkness always crept its way into Loki's soul. Ever since that day Loki was told he was not of heir to the throne, envy consumed him. But this story is before all the evil thoughts he possessed. He opened his eyes.
He was in a field of wheat. The sun was rising and yet the stars were still shining in the sky. It has been three days since he had started to hear a voice echo through his mind. The voice was a voice of a woman, but it was a soothing voice that had warmth to it and yet it seemed to have a cold side- like a dark side. The voice sounded young and beautiful. He pictured her as an angel, but Loki knew it was just his sanity disappearing second by second. Minute by minute. Hour by hour. Day by day. Then the voice spoke again and said to him:
"Thou blue skin has grown weak and life has grown old.
The son of a king whose strength was of bold."
"Who are you?" Loki asked the voice.
He should have known. Every time she would say something, he would ask who she was and there would be no reply. But this time she answered:
"I am the lady of the Darkness.
A worshipper of Hellige Ånd.
Daughter of Dusk and Morgen.
Sister of the Dawn.
A friend of Livet and Vinter.
A loved one of Sommer.
And the enemy of Høst."
Loki looked at the sky with an expression of treachery on his face. "I've never heard of you." He blinked.
"I am very much unknown. I always try my best
to be unknown.
It is best to be of unseen then it is to be seen."
"Why must you speak to me?" Loki asked. "I am a future failure to my destiny."
"A master of Hoax, lies, magic and sin,
A goodness of hope, love and courage lies within.
A heart of stone, darkness and grief,
He will steal the hypercube and become a thief."
Loki paused. "How is that an answer?"
"Why do you ask such galling questions?"
"I don't mean to be galling." He replied. "But why do you speak to me? What is your purpose to speak to I?"
She was quiet. Then she simply said with an expression in her voice of sadness through her unseen lips:
"Help."
Loki took a breath. "I am not much of a hero." he said slowly, calmly and full of care with a twinkle in his eyes.
Later on, Loki was told to follow her voice. She continued to sing songs. But the songs were not in English, but in Scandinavian. He thought the lady of the Darkness' voice was beautiful.
Another reason she must be an angel. He thought.
Loki trailed further and further away from the wheat field which was a quarter mile away from the city of Asgard. He began to think he should turn around and run back home, but then he kept his confidence. He wasn't sure how far she was, but he took pity on her. Then her voice stopped echoing in his thoughts and he heard it with his ears. It was getting louder and louder until there was a line of bushes. Loki moved them aside and there was a small forest of weeping willow trees that was so thick, it was dark. The only light was from a pond about fifty feet long and forty feet wide. The water glowed with glistening turquoise. The weeping willows were dripping the glowing water into the pond. It was the most beautiful, most amazing thing Loki had ever seen.
He looked to his far left and there was a young girl with blond hair and in a vanilla colored gown. She looked to be around age sixteen and standing next to her was a black horse from which stood fair and tall.
She stopped singing.
"Loki," she said knitting her eyebrows with sadness. "Wake up."
"What?" he asked. "W-what do you mean?"
"Wake up!"
Loki shot up gasping. It was a dream.
So, what do you think? I'm not sure if I should continue writing this story or not. :) Thanks!
