A year had passed since Thor brought Loki back from Earth after his little plot on enslaving humanity. And it was only fair that the royals take

the chance of letting Loki out of The Asgardians Gaol and into a room fit for a God, with the only warrior fit to keep him controlled and restricted.

Lesilia Jacqueline Frostte. Nothing's better than having two of the most hated citizens of Asgard side by side. Thor had assigned her to his scheme-

ridden little brother for a reason he made quite clear – She was a Child of Shadows, which meant of course, that she was welcomed with the same

amount of love as Loki, which could probably fill the head of a pin needle, and this task would put the people's mind at ease knowing the

necromancer was occupied. And she was, usually Lesilia would have been silently outraged to be assigned such a minor task, but what with all her

free time she had while guarding the King's brother, her mind-controlling powers had begun to somewhat improve significantly - Reading the brain-

waves of a commoner is like blinking, and controlling their minds is like talking, slightly more difficult. Thor however, a mighty and powerful God of

lightning proved to be impossible to read at first, even for a higher-class child from TrES-2b. But as she spent time around him, watching him talk,

react, walk, observe, the God's thinking-pattern started to appear less complicated than Lesilia had expected. Though she would never dare to go as

far as completely mind-controlling the God, she's seen signs of confusion in his expressions at her attempts.

Honestly, Lesilia could have this whole city at her feet if that's what she desired, but she didn't. She was much more amused by the funny little

people who run the city than she would be ruling it. Thor had thought that building a psychic barrier around the city of Asgard would prevent Lesilia

from entering people's minds – It worked, for a time, until she learned to weaken the barrier of course, and then there were the people who kept

track on Lesilia's brain-waves, always informing Thor on whose mind she's been intruding in on. Even Thor was wary of her actions, bless him, but if

he had any sense, he would have killed her on arrival…at least he would have stood a chance, because if he tried now, when she's become twice

more powerful, He would almost certainly lose.

As they walked – Lesilia behind Loki to his right, closest to the arch-shaped windows that overlooked the city, night slowly absorbing the light

from the day - Loki paced with an unfamiliar rhythm to his step, clearly too occupied to walk in paced strides; Lesilia stared at the God, unable to read

his thoughts, mentally clawing at his head in frustration at his remarkable resistance to keep her out of his intellect. He spoke, distracting Lesilia from

intruding his personal space, "What is planet TrES-2b like?"

At the mention of her home planet, her stomach lurched in longing of the remembrance.

"You are mistaken my Lord, 'is' has been replaced with 'was' for over some time now"

He sighed, slightly annoyed at Lesilia's habit of correcting everything,

"What was planet TrES-2b like?" he corrected.

"I lived there for 17 years, completed training at 15" she looked down at her sword, crafted from shadows; only memento she had from home. "I was

the youngest to become a Mage." She continued "I was told I would surpass the elders in another two years of progressive training. TrES-2b was my

planet, but I made a mistake when I called it home" They came to a stop at the heavy double doors of Loki's chamber and he waited for her to

continue,

"Because I became attached, which was a sign of emotion, and emotions are evil, they are weakness." She practically spat the word 'emotion' and

Loki studied the look of anger on her face. Lesilia gripped her sword hanging from her belt and pushed one side of the double doors open with her

free hand.

"I loved TrES-2b and it was taken away from me" she said, the anger still playing on her face, "I'm not proud of what I did – I didn't know any better,

but killing was a part of my daily routines, it was customary. And I'm not afraid to admit the fact that I would rather be there…than here"

Loki smiled, an understanding and sort of sympathetic smile. Loki? Sympathetic? She guessed she was reading way too much into it. When he spoke,

his voice was raspy, like it was constrained.

"I don't blame you. I thought this was home." He gestured around the hall with his gloved hands, and chuckled at his foolishness for believing so.

"Being treated equally…" Lesilia watched as Loki stared at the crimson red carpet that lined the entire hall, his voice betraying him as he choked back

the memories of his childhood, "…I wonder…was it too much to ask for?"

Memories of Lesilia's older brother flooded her mind, making her inhale sharply, then all too suddenly, she was reliving those moments.

My older brother, Rovarto, black hood covering his eyes,

pleading to the necromancer elders to reconsider their request,

screaming at the unfairness of being assigned to the Angelus Mortis, situated halfway across the planet,

cursing them for treating him with such discrimination.

But a man of his stature will always be treated poorly, for a child who's born deprived of magic, will die at the feet of the Angelus Mortis.

Knowing refusal was punishable by death, and would not dare let his younger sister stand witness to it, he had no choice but to do as he was forbid.

He looked at me, standing several feet behind him; the green eyes I knew so well hidden beneath the cloak. No words were spoken; I knew what his eyes

were telling me…

"This will be my last walk."

Sadness is what I should have felt, crying is what I should have done, but the black magic that rose like steam from TrES-2b had taken those emotions

away long ago, storing them at the pit of my stomach, ready to release the gates to my feelings the moment I'd step foot off this world of hate.

Rovarto turned back to face the elders, his expression blank as he started past them, he stopped momentarily before his voice was out of reach.

"Was it too much to ask for?" he asked, disgust in his voice from addressing one of the elders in black robes, the leader of them named 'Akghat'

"What was?" the man's voice rumbled in an impossibly low tone.

"To be treated equally."

Lesilia blinked back the tears that threatened to overflow, before realising that she was alone. She stared at the chamber doors, at the

detailed patterns of gold embedded into the glossed slabs of oak, deep in thought about the same phrase both her brother and Loki had used. She

turned around and froze at the reflection on the mirror across from her; her deep brown eyes now glossed with tears, eyelashes wet, grouping

together in uneven bunches, the dark rings beneath her eye sockets that was once barely noticeable now undoubtedly visible from miles away. She

walked to the arched window to her right and rested her elbows against the balcony as she watched the sunset across the city of Asgard, a shaky

sigh of frustration escaped her lips, "I need a break" she whispered to herself.


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