Note: Well, I had written up nearly 10,000 words for this story and it was getting pretty bad-ass I must say! And then guess what happens? …No? …no guesses? Well, my computer decides to kill itself and take my story along with it for good. As you can tell, that has done wonders for my motivation to keep updating this story. *cough* This story will hopefully update every couple of months - I am a very slow and picky writer. I like everything to be perfect!
Anyway, onto chapter 3! :)
The Asgardian markets as usual was nothing but a whole lot of hustle and bustle and children playing with sparkling sticks that seemed to make them squeal with
delight. The sun was scorching hot and Lesilia was now wishing that she had decided to take the day off in the comfort of her own room. She had taken the request to
Thor and as such, was permitted a duty-free day, in her place was to be four of the best warriors to escort Loki from place-to-place. They didn't seem very pleased to
have such a pleasurable task; in fact their pride was a little crushed due to the four of them having to carry out a one-woman job. Thor had left them humiliated and
made his way to the throne room. Lesilia could see something was troubling the king, he wasn't his usual self - he was quiet. She yearned to know the reason for his
silence but refrained from asking any questions. She knows Thor, all too well in-fact, she knows that he will come to her eventually when the time is right, he'll come
begging for help one day, whether that be a thousand years from now or tomorrow it didn't matter, she'll have her chance to set Asgard right, and when she does
she'll have the King's approval. She grinned, the pure and simple ways of manipulation.
The hushed gasps from people purchasing goods silenced the constant chatter as she made her way through the market, some glaring at her distastefully, others
turning pale white and shielding their children with trembling arms. She felt the comfortable weight of her dagger on her left hip; she never knew something could be
so reassuring. She gave a cold smile to those around her which was concealed by her black hood; they flinched as if the smile had physically hurt them and after a
while returned to their conversations. She could feel their hatred and fear feeding her black magic, the power surging through her veins, every breath she took gave
her a sensational feeling of supremacy. She chuckled, this planet is a lot darker than people think, she can feel the evil beneath her feet, hear it scream from deep
below the ocean. If only these daft people around her were aware of all this, they surely wouldn't be smiling then. Or would they? Who knows? There could just as
well be sick twisted creatures like herself that would marvel at the sight of a black planet, maybe they're watching her right now, perhaps reading her mind as she
thinks this, grinning with approval at her unchanged sadistic nature. Lesilia turned, suddenly paranoid, eyes darting from tent to tent, the startled people once again
looking purely petrified and somewhat concerned.
For their own safety obviously. Selfish peasants.
She started heading back, quickening her pace as a path was cleared for her. She could feel his eyes drilling holes in her back causing the hairs of her neck to
stand on edge. She caught a glimpse of black and veered to the right; caught another glimpse and kept on gaining. She took the steps three at a time and jumped off
the bridge onto the pathway below, startling citizens and sending some into the market stalls full of vegetation. She ran, her surroundings becoming a blur as she
sprinted through alleyways. A glimpse once again - a black cloak. Lesilia couldn't seem to make sense of the man or woman's mind, they were emotionless, not worried
or frightened, but extremely calm. The usage of her powers caused her to stumble. She was meant to be emitting fear into the hearts and souls of every living
creature, yet this person ceased to panic. She clutched her chest, her heart was pounding in her ears, behind her eyes. She cursed. Caught the rapid breathing of
lungs and tried to control it. She felt fat. Overweight.
She was sweating from head to toe and she felt like lead.
I really shouldn't make eating at the palace a routine. She thought. Her eyes caught view of her hands, clenched into fists as she bounded through the streets.
They were shaking.
Not just shaking, but trembling. Trembling… in fear?
The fact she was scared made her terrified, she didn't feel a least bit scared, but her body was saying otherwise. She hadn't been this scared since she was on
her home planet.
She turned a sharp corner, saw crates and a lady with a cat, and all too abruptly - crashed. The cat shrieked and flew from the woman's arms as she went
sprawling across the floor; cabbages came raining down onto Lesilia as she lay on what was left of the crates. She cursed, fixing her hood and getting to one knee.
She touched her face and looked at the warm sticky blood on her hand. The cat-woman was getting to her feet, bruised and battered from the hit while the people
around her glared at Lesilia. She pushed pass them, looking up the streets in search for the black coat – empty. She flung her hood off her face and blew air of
exasperation out from her nose. She'd lost him. Whoever that tricky bastard was, she had lost him. She. Lost. Him.
There were small tensed sounds of breathing as people watched her wounds close up and heal. She ignored them, she was too busy mentally murdering each
and every one of them for placing bloody crates in her road. This was a habit she had found most useful, mentally killing obviously isn't as enjoyable as real killing but it
surely does cool the boiling water, and her imagination isn't too shabby either so it can actually be very entertaining.
She looked at her hands. The shaking had stopped. She took a calming breath that rattled her lungs and exhaled. She was about to leave when a man comes running
out from one of the buildings and looks at the cabbages scattered around the place, his jaw drops and he starts stammering something inaudible. Lesilia looked at her
surroundings, realizing the cabbages must have been in the crates when they exploded, but that wasn't what puzzled her. What puzzled her was the fact that there
were at least one hundred cabbages struck her as a little odd. Seriously…Who the hell eats cabbages nowadays? It isn't even winter! Lesilia looked up at the sky to
make sure the sun was still shining and she wasn't just imagining the heat. She nodded. Yup, still Summer. The man turned to her, his face contorted in anger. He
started walking up to her with reason in his stride or maybe anger, the audience watched intently while Lesilia studied his ridiculous beard that hung in a messy heap
from his chin. She imagined him lovingly plaiting it whenever he went out and the thought made her cringe.
"You!" he snarled, "Who do you think you are!?" he stopped a few steps in front of her, waving a finger around threateningly, "You think just cuz you're one of
them nut-cases that you can roam about this place whenever you please? Destroying other's property and getting away with it? Huh!?"
Whoa. Lesilia thought, this guy loves his cabbages.
"I don't care if you're a Child of the Shadows! You pick those cabbages up right now and carry them inside!"
Lesilia's eyes widened with genuine shock as did the forever growing crowd around them, she would have been impressed with the man's courage if his stupid face
was a little less annoying. She mentally burnt off his beard and hacked his head off with a clean strike.
She smiled, "Good day" turned, and started walking away, resisting the urge to look back and see his dumb-struck expression. A good deed done for the day, she
thought. She had spared his life when he asked the impossible from her – pick up cabbages? No one possessed the authority to tell her what and what not to do? No,
she only obeyed one person, the only being that she saw fit to rule this planet, Asgard's rightful King, Loki.
More to come soon. This little incident is not yet over ;) - the next chapter will introduce some of Lesilia's powers and her vicious reactions at the mention of her home planet. Why is she so touchy on the subject? you'll soon find out.
