A girl, beautiful beyond all comparison, stood by a ledge wearing a white dress, the glorious sunset shining upon her. The straps of her gown fell down her shoulders. Her corset elegantly spread across her chest, gently outlining her bosom, but not drawing too much attention to it. It neatly fitted her long torso, and her skirt elegantly and slowly started to fold into ruffles on her right side until it reached the ground. There were clear jewels spreading from the left shoulder of the corset in a thin line, and then the line thickening as it reached the folds. The ruffles started just above her back side and slightly curved down the front, showing her beautiful curves. Her skirt barely covered her feet, adding to her elegant position. She had a necklace, with a silver chain, and a charm on the end. The charm was a symbol, a familiar symbol at that, and it sat in the middle of her chest, brilliantly glimmering in the sunsets light. She had a long thin neck that ran up to her jaw line. Her jaw was smooth and elegant and lead to her chin, which slightly protruded outwards. Her chin curved in to her lips, which were naturally red and luscious against her pale skin. Her long pure white hair was straight at the top, and then gently curled down the left side of her head, and all of it fell upon her left shoulder. But what stood out the most, what shone more brilliantly than all the precious jewels in Asgard, what captivated the eyes, what was bluer than the deepest sea, was her eyes.

Loki was standing before her, and he could not believe the angel he saw standing before him. She was gazing out into the horizon, completely relaxed, worry and care free. Her endless gaze suddenly broke, and she looked down, as if hesitant to see who was behind her, and she looked up into his eyes. Her eyes were so brilliant, so hopeful, filled with so much joy at the sight of him. Small tears of joy welled into her eyes, and then she smiled. Loki's heart stopped, he wanted to forever freeze that moment, and spend the rest of his days gazing into those deep eyes as she smiled.

She approached him, slowly as if she was savoring this moment too. When she was close enough to him Loki grasped her smooth hand gently, and caressed it into both of his hands. He was still in awe of the moment, and baffled by her touch. He smiled, and with one hand in hers, pulled her closer. Then he very gently slid his arm around her waist, savoring, and craving every last inch of her, as he pulled her strong body against his. His heart threatened to jump into his throat as she put her hand on his shoulder, slowly sliding it to the nape of his neck. He gazed down into her beautiful eyes and brushed her check ever so gently, as if he would break the flawlessness.

He stroked his hand down her neck, then gently grasped it, their lips were drawing ever closer. He could feel her hearts fluttering in her chest, just as his own was, and they never broke eye contact. He could feel soft, warm breath upon each his lips. He was shaking, anticipating, craving what was inevitably to come. Loki closed his eyes, and became aware from everything he was feeling. He never wanted to leave this moment, he felt so happy, so free. He pulled her lips to his, and he felt a spark, a burst of love, passion, as a tingle of pleasure ran through his very core.

But then, everything was cut off, and he felt an overwhelming aching and sadness fill him that was not his own. Out of the darkness and emptiness he just felt, he was suddenly in a room, a Midgaurdians chambers. He saw a girl, lying upon her bed, sobbing, he felt her sadness as if it were his own. He felt this false hope, the constant ridiculing, and this ache for something that was not there. But she stopped, and looked straight at him as if she knew he was there, but could not see him. Loki saw her brilliant eyes glimmer with tears, he knew those eyes. A curious look cam across her face, and it suddenly dawned upon Loki that he knew this girl, the same angel he saw standing next to the ledge.

The shock hit him like a rock, bursting him out of a deep, deep slumber. He jolted upright, and tears were streaming down his face. He could not keep control over himself, and he could not keep the tears from bursting out of his eyes. He lay back as he sobbed and sobbed, pained by the craving and loss of this beautiful girl, confused by her too. And then, the emptiness from his current past, where he knew everything was forever gone, consumed him. He lay back on the hard surface, and stared into the sky. That is when he realized something else.

Where was he? He looked around, and nothing but black, rocky, and dull terrain surrounded him. The ground was coated in a thin layer of soot, but the soot had the strangest texture, as if it was just the soil. He ran his hands across the strange earth, feeling the powdery substance underneath his fingertips, but stopped when he felt a sharp pain. He looked down at his hand. It was bleeding, the drops oozing out of the black layer of soil that lined his hand.

Seeing his hand bleed, and feeling the pain of something physical instead of emotional, revived him from his surreal despair. He was alive! He had survived the vortex, and was now on some distant realm he did not know of. How, he did not know. He would never see Asgard again, and he would never see his brother again. He knew now he had survived, he had to have a new purpose. He had to find a new motivation to survive.

The memories of the beautiful girl filled his mind, the thrill and pleasure of her body against his, and the happiness he felt. At that moment was when he knew his purpose. He had to find this girl, this girl in pain. It mattered not who she was, or if they even talked. He just wanted to see her with his own eyes, to prove that she is in fact real.

Suddenly the pain in his hand sharpened beyond what it should, and he looked down at his hand to see the bleeding had ceased. He looked at where his hand had rested, and saw a fragment of glass, fairly large. A glimmer of ice blue ran across it's edge, something curious. But just as it passed, a jolt of pain and agony hit him, and a feeling of helplessness. He could feel the devastating destruction that ripped this realm apart.

He saw glowing white towers, gleaming in the sunlight; their majesty brought tears to his eyes. It reminded him of his home, and the pain from the fresh wound in his heart stabbed him again. The towers were sitting on a high hillside that looked over the bay of a red sea. Everything was green, alive, and teeming with life. He saw the people of this realm on their carts with their strange looking six legged horse-creatures, going on with their daily lives. He saw the sun lower further and further, being pulled by the gentle lulling waves of the bay into the sea. It was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. The sun sank over the edge of the gleaming sea, and the light slowly faded, to a glorious sight.

The towers glowed in the darkness, a pale white light illuminating off of its very surface. At the top of the highest tower, that stood on the north side of the hill, was a light brighter than anything he'd ever seen. Its light pierced the air and shot like a beam into the other stars above. It was something out of a dream.

A voice interrupted his vision. "Beautiful isn't it?"

Loki turned to see a cloaked man with a strange helmet on his head that covered his eyes standing next to him. The helmet covered most of his head, except for a wired opening around his mouth that closed off again a few inches below his chin. He had a strange breastplate encrusted with strange patterns and runes he could not recognize, in fact his entire amour suit was lined with the same repeated pattern. The strangest aspect of him was his very large hands, with an extra thumb. The strange man looked to him, and Loki was still shocked by him.

The man obviously saw his surprise and integrity, for he laughed. It was a deep, menacing, rasp cackle that sent more chills into Loki's body. "You are frightened, as well as you should be, Asgardian child. I would tell you my name, but we are not here for me. You are here for a much more glorious purpose," The man said. This intrigued Loki further, a purpose. The word seemed so alien to him now. This might be his hope, and his way out of the deep sorrow he wallowed in. "It is… The most beautiful sight I've ever seen," Loki said, turning his gaze back towards the beam of light, which was also very intriguing. "That it is. That it is…" His voice trailed off as he followed Loki's gaze to the light.

A horrible, gut twisting, frightening smile crept across his slender, pale blue face. The action showed a horrible lining of sharp, blackened teeth, very much like the soil he cut his hand in. "That is the light of Alashia, the majestic star that glows out to all of the systems in our galaxy. Her power has no equal in the known universe. She as the power to build life, and the to destroy worlds, all in a matter of seconds," He sighed, the smile fading again to his straight and rigid face.

"What surrounded her were the white towers of Azrial, and they glowed along with its aluminous and internal light. She helped power our worlds every need. This was the holy city and capital of this realm, Aidreneth. We lived and thrived as the smartest and most humble of beings in the universe for billions of years, all under the grace and power of Alashia. We had no need to fear anyone, for her power also gave us weapons to provide defense against any and all who would try to destroy her beautiful light. But, despite even the most powerful of lights to protect us, all great civilizations must come to an end."

The scenery began to change as the world was suddenly zooming in towards Alashia. "Alashia could not provide everything all by herself, despite her power. So it was decided in the great beginning, by the creators themselves, in which one would be chosen to wield this light, and to direct its power when she could not. Alashia's keeper would be referred to as the Aldrael, sworn to protect and serve the light with their mind, body, and spirit." The scene rippled into another scene, showing two pale blue creatures, which looked like they were prowling in the dark trying not to be seen.

"Whom you see now is Zegan and Salka, the bringers of destruction, who worked under the last Aldrael before the apocalypse of old. The Aldrael would appoint three apprentices to learn the ways of wielding the power of Alashia, and they would compete with each other constantly to become the next Aldrael. The Aldrael, when the time came for Alashia to gain a new barer, would choose one of these apprentices through Alashia. This was how it was always done since the great beginning, and always would be." The world around him showed a small room, small but still beautiful. At the end of this room showed a light that lead up into the sky. The light dulled for a moment to show a large sphere, it was larger than anything he had ever seen. Its brilliancy was beyond anything Loki had ever seen, the pure energy that could power the universe harnessed into this large sphere.

He saw Zegan and Salka slowly sneak into the doorway of the room. He saw the same awe go across their eyes that he had, but it had a mixture of lust and power also. They went to each side of the sphere, and began chanting a spell in an ancient language he could not understand. The sphere shone and flashed in response to this. But the flashing became violent, as if it was trying to fight against the spell they were chanting. A string of shadows encircled the sphere and the bringers of destruction, dancing to an eerie tune ringing through the air. It slowly became louder and louder, drowning out the words to the spell they were chanting. The sphere flashed and sparkled, sending sparks shooting out at the ring of shadows, but for every dancing shadow destroyed a new one filled the edge of the circle, the sphere was losing to the spell.

"They are chanting the spell of destruction. This spell was made to desolate Alashia into smaller parts so that it's power would not be lost, but divided until all was safe and well again. It was never to be used but in great peril. But Zegan and Salka knew that they could take certain divided sections of the Alashia, and become the most powerful being of all, for each section holds a certain power of equal creation and destruction. And each section was disguised so that it would be impossible to tell it's origin," Sliver lines ran through and over the humongous sphere, diving it into a grid of cubes that made a complex puzzle, and the lines grew brighter and brighter until Loki could no longer look at the scene.

The shadow's song grew deafeningly loud, and the circle closed in on the bringers of destruction and the sphere. He could still see their lips moving and reciting the last part of the spell as the shadows passed them, and their heads leaned back in pain. He saw the power rise through them, bright beams of light shot from their eyes, mouth, and heart. The power consumed them in light, and they disappeared just as the shadows crashed into Alashia.

The grid on the cube shone brighter and brighter, until there was a huge explosion of light that shot out and engulfed the city. The towers began to burn, and collapsed onto themselves. The civilians within the shockwave of light were singed to ashes, and the rest were crushed by the towers. The explosion sent up a gigantic raging cloud of lighting, burning black ash, and soot from the rubble, and spread in all directions across the planet. Loki saw every last living thing swallowed up by this cloud, and when it had finally engulfed the planet, there were black ash clouds that snowed soot and shot bright red lightening. This storm destroyed what was left of the realm. More tears streamed down his face as he saw the beautiful world fall into eternal darkness.

Loki was standing in the empty blackness of the world, seeing an occasional strike of blood red lightening. The man was standing next to him again as he spoke, and he could sense the pain in his voice. "Little did Zegan and Salka know what the consequences were of using this spell in the way they did, and it cost them their lives, and almost everyone else's. But luckily one apprentice knew of Zegan and Salka's plans, and he immediately told the Aldrael of it. They worked together to make an escape plan, and they appointed new apprentices, one to every cube of the grid that would be transported somewhere in the universe. The Aldrael bond them by spells to the fate of their cube, so they could never lose sight of it. These people brought with them whomever they wished, and when the explosion came these people were sent off with their section. This plan saved over six-hundred thousand of our kind, and preserved the power of Alashia." The scene zoomed out of the atmosphere of the dark planet, and showed the now black swirling orb shimmer with blood red lights. "The apprentice who told the Aldrael of the plan was the high apprentice. The Aldrael knew he was the one to hold the only section that could reunite, and make the Alashia whole once more. This cube was called the Tesseract." This name sounded familiar to Loki. Yes he had heard of it, it was a symbol of great power to the Midgaurdians, but he thought it was just a myth, a meteorite that crashed to Earth billions of years ago.

"The Aldrael fell into Acoma as Zegan and Salka recited the spell of destruction, and he died in the explosion…" The man looked angry, but sadness was still in his voice. "I watched my master die, I was there through everything. It was my duty to protect the Tesseract, and all of its power. But as I was shot into space I was interrupted by a black hole that sent me away from the Tesseract, and I was knocked into a deep slumber for over two million years. When I awoke, I knew I had failed my master, and I knew I had to find the Tesseract and make Alashia whole again. I was led by my bond to the Tesseract to the planet Earth, its resting place. It had created life on earth, much like the one on Aidreneth, when it crashed with mighty force onto the surface. I could not enter and take it, for doing so would destroy this beautiful planet, but now I see the corruption of the creatures who rule this planet, the Humans. They destroy what has been gifted to them with their maddening greed for power." He noticed the man's fists clenching.

Loki understood him completely, that was why Loki never understood why Thor showed his undying love and faith in Humanity. "I don't understand why or how Alashia could create such creatures, but they must have some purpose, and that, Asgaurdian, is why you are here." Loki gave him a puzzled look, but he did not acknowledge it. "I have the power of the Tesseract pulsing through my veins, and I have shown you its true power. I give to you an orb. It is an enchanted orb that holds the power to show minds the truth, and to help you rule these pathetic creatures with it's power." In his large blue hands he held a bright blue orb, about the size of an apple that glowed and shimmered.

He pulled out a scepter from his cloak, it was a light golden color, and was about four feet long. At the end it had a curved blade, and smaller curved blades below it, giving it the look of having claws. He placed the orb in a small hole, underneath the biggest claw, and clicked it in securely. It slowly stopped shimmering, and turned into a dull glowing blue. He held the spear out, and he summoned a power with a few words in his language. A blue misty stream of pure energy ran out of his hand to the tip of the scepter, and illuminated off of it. It was a sight of pure power.

He turned to Loki, and pointed the end of the spear at him, the misty stream intensified as the tip if the blade neared him. "You will find the Tesseract for me, and you will not fail." He brought the tip of the blade down onto his chest, the blue stream shot into him. Pain seared in through his core, and the beating of his heart in his chest felt like a repeating stab of a rusted blade. Every little vein, artery, and capillary that pulsed sent overwhelming pain into him. Every time they pulsed, it felt as if melted metal was running through him, and it spread all over his body.

Loki screamed and collapsed, clawing at his head and chest, trying to escape the terrible fire that pulsed through his veins. His eyes shot open, and he was back on the sooty soil of Aidreneth. But his heart pumped again, sending another series of horrible pain attacks. He screamed and clawed again, but the pain only sharpened with each heartbeat. "You will rule these mindless creatures, and you will show them TRUE power, and TRUE peace!" He spit as he brought the tip against his chest again, sending an overriding pain straight through him all the way to his finger tips. Loki screamed and slammed himself into the ground, convulsing, trying to block out the pain, but with no avail. The heart fire began again, and more screams heaved from his chest. The pain was overriding all of his memories, all of his morals. The pain was pushing his old self away.

A hand grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him up onto his knees. "You were treated as so much less than you truly are" The man whispered into his ear, as he stabbed his side and sent another wave of pain through him. Loki screamed in agony, he was reaching his limit very quickly. It was getting hard to see. "You were burdened with a glorious purpose. I knew this when I found you floating in the oblivion of space and time. I saved you! Revived you! And I showed you truth!" He stabbed him again. Loki arched his back in agony, heaving another scream of pain, as he clawed at his chest. "This will make you forget the needless pain of loss you feel from your past, and show you true pain! Once you know this, you will see your purpose in a brand new light, and you will be unstoppable!" The man seemed to be filled with great joy while torturing him.

He slowly brought the tip around to his chest, and stabbed him again, sending a flash of light. Loki's screams echoed through all of Aidrenenth. The pain overrode his every memory, every feeling, every emotion, and filled the empty space that was left by his past. His eyes slowly changed from the bright emerald green and glowed bright blue, sending his own blue mist stream out of his eyes. The last thing he saw was the girl, and her beautiful eyes.

Then, everything went black, and he knew no more.