Chapter 14: The Diary
Light came into her eyes when Sylvia opened them again. She was in a room that somehow felt familiar, but yet lost in her memory.
Is this… my room?
She sat up from the soft bed and took notice of the furniture. It was simply made from wood. She got down to the floor and approached the desk, and then opened the drawer by its handle.
There were many things in there, untouched by time. She couldn't remember what the small things were for but set her eyes on a pitch-black notebook.
Her first instinct was thinking about the Riddle's Diary which Harry Potter has destroyed years back. It didn't look anything like a Horcrux, so that thought vanished itself.
The notebook wasn't alone. There was another one, dark green, lying beside it. She has always been fond of books, and she found herself somehow connected to the two books in this drawer. She slid them into her pocket and walked to the door.
It was locked from the outside.
She didn't think too much. "Alohomora." She took out her wand and pointed to the lock. It didn't work.
The door was locked by magic. Asgardian magic, she supposed. It seemed that Hela was a witch too. She tried all the unlocking magic she knew, but they all didn't work.
She sighed, giving up on unlocking the door and turned to her room. She had an idea that she hasn't had any time for. What if, in some way, my memory's still somewhere in my head, but nowhere to be found? She had this thought based on the things that happened with those who were obliviated and still had the memory when people dug them out.
Time for inventions.
She rearranged the stones of the walls and floor to make a large bowl, then did some complicated magic with the water she stored before putting it into the bowl. It was easy for her to make a Pensive, but she wasn't sure whether it would work or not.
She pointed her wand to her temple and forced herself to relax and dive into the deepest memories. To her amazement, a silver string of memory was pulled out and she gently placed the tip of her wand to the Pensive to let the memory slide into it.
Without thinking any further, Sylvia dived into the Pensive to see her own lost memory. The room went upside down and she turned just in time to land with her feet.
She found herself still in the room, but definitely not the same time. There was a girl sitting in the chair in front of the desk, writing something. It was a girl about six years old. Her black hair almost reflected dark blue in the sunlight from the tall window.
There was a knock on the door and a man came in and the girl looked up. Her eyes were pitch black like they didn't have pupils, and her face was as pale as a vampire. The man, on the other hand, looked a lot like the girl. He wore a black rope with a dark purple belt. He looked more like a wizard – a Death Eater, to be specific - instead of a god.
"Sylvia," the man spoke, the present-Sylvia wasn't surprised that the girl was herself, "I told you to control your powers." It seemed that the girl has done something she shouldn't.
"I know, daddy, but I can't." The girl's black eyes darkened, but it was hard to notice, "You know I've tried."
"I have trust in you to not to get a hammer like Thor did." The man showed no emotion at all during the whole conversation. It was difficult to figure out that he was her father.
"Hoder, don't." Frigga came in and sighed to the man before they both turned away.
The girl turned back to the desk when they left the room and closed the door. She didn't pick up the quill, but instead stared at her hands. A dark purple light flashed in her black eyes when a small spark of fire flattered in her right hand. For a second Sylvia thought she saw the flames turn blue and then back to orange.
The surroundings blurred when another memory showed up.
The younger Thor walked into a room decorated like the Gryffindor Common Room, and a great curtain fell down from the ceiling while spraying pink balloons all over him. He yelped in surprise when his golden hair struck up like he was a hedgehog.
"Surprise!" The young Loki and Sylvia walked out from the corner, laughing.
"He never learns to be cautious." Sylvia smirked. It seemed that they were really good friends. So, why did Loki say that we've only met a few times?
The memory blurred again in a burst of laughter. The laugh faded away as Sylvia saw the Allfather in the Throne Room.
"You think the darkness is already among us?" Odin asked the God of Darkness after he said something like a report.
"Yes." That what all Sylvia had heard from the place she was eavesdropping. The young Sylvia – looking a bit older from the first memory with her eyes purple – walked away with no sound.
Then, in another blur, the Bifrost appeared in her view.
Heimdall looked no younger than the present. He pushed down the sword to open the Rainbow Bridge.
"You sure about this?" He sounded a bit worried about what was going to happen.
"I've been considering this for three hundred years." Sylvia answered.
"Remember that you'll be much younger than now, and you probably won't have any memories of what happened in your life." The Gatekeeper warned and turned the sword when Sylvia stepped on the bridge. Blue and silver light surrounded her until she couldn't be seen. Then, the Bifrost stopped working and Sylvia disappeared from the room.
She found herself back in her room with the Pensive in front of her. It was hard to take in all the information showed in her memories, but there were a few things she learned from them.
Loki was right. She was dark and grim, and she exiled herself to Midgard without leaving anything behind.
A picture on the room wall caught her eye. There were five people in it: Odin, Frigga, Thor, Loki, and herself. The picture wasn't moving like the wizarding ones, but there was still some kind of connection that led Sylvia to it.
She touched the picture as if she has done it for loads of times. Surprisingly, it could be pushed down, and the wall opened to a door that led to a chamber. She could feel the dark energy inside it, but still stepped in.
The first thing she noticed was the blood on the walls. For a moment she thought it was human blood and wondered who she has killed when she was young. It turned out to be animal blood, and that was a great relief.
There were all kinds of knives in here. All of them were sharp enough to kill. Sylvia gulped, guessing why Loki described her as "dark".
At the far end of the chamber was a small black box on a tall table. She took it down, curious of what was inside.
Seven peals, deep black without any reflection. Each one darker than the last, and they laid there, showing no light at all. She saw a small piece of paper beside where she took the box and read the words on it:
Nidavellir; Helheim; Alfheim; Muspellheim; Jotunheim; Vanaheim; Niflheim; Midgard; Asgard
There were two words crossed from the list, and then she realized that they were two of the nine realms. Those two realms were surrounded by eternal darkness and night.
Darkness, nine realms, seven peals… they seemed to have a connection…!
These peals could bring eternal darkness to the realms, one for each.
She nearly trembled at the discovery and feared for anyone else to know about this. If these got into ones with evil thoughts…
At that thought, she packed the peals safely in a small bag and locked that into the box. At least muggles wouldn't be able to open this without magic.
She took a deep breath and walked out of the chamber, not wanting to see more of it. It was dark and evil even for her.
She has grown some interest to her childhood room. Anyway, it was her past and her history.
The chamber, the picture and the memories had brought her something else. Her head ached for the first time in her life. There were millions of memories rushing through her mind and she leaned on the wall for herself to recover.
Darkness…
She remembered why she had been so strange ever since she met Ebony Maw. Her heart was meant to be dark; her powers has always been so weird; her eyes were purple for a long time.
She felt a rush of realize when she set her eyes on the dark green notebook in the opened drawer again. It was Loki's diary. She couldn't remember exactly why his diary would be in her drawer, but curiosity brought her to open the pages.
On the very first page it wrote:
This diary belongs to Loki Odinson
She turned the page to see what was inside, and there it was, without any magical protection.
I am Loki Odinson, prince of Asgard.
I have a brother named Thor.
We are brothers, but not at all.
He is more pleasing to his mother than me. He is also more sociable than me. And more suited to the throne than I am.
I do my best to chase him, only to stand in his shadows.
But then, I have a nephew, Sylvia.
She and I are good friends, we're alike.
We prank Thor together, and learn all sorts of magic with my mother, Frigga.
Her father who is my brother, Hoder, is executed for killing Balder. But it doesn't make her any darker.
There will be a child of the dark who might bring darkness to the realms. I think it's Sylv, but she's not yet so dark.
She disappears without a word and leaves me alone in this palace.
I am Loki Odinson, God of Mischief and Magic.
Son of Odin. The rightful King of Jotunheim. I am a god.
I assure you; the sun will shine on us again.
The last few lines were apparently written in some close time, because they were in a different kind of ink and the letters were more grown-up.
She realized it was placed there on purpose. By Loki, probably.
The diary didn't take many pages, but the words weighed in her heart like it was a heavy book with hundreds of pages.
She didn't open her own diary, because she knew what might be inside. It was far too dark to have a look for the present her.
All of a sudden, loud bang came from the direction of the Throne Room. The people of Asgard were on the Rainbow Bridge between the dead army and the giant wolf, and there was a golden and round spaceship coming from the sky.
Thor and Loki. They're back.