The sky outside darkens slowly, but I ignore the shadows creeping into my room. When I can just barely see the outlines of the various furniture I still have not moved from my place perched on the edge of my bed. It becomes obvious that sleep will not be coming to me this night so I stand up, feeling as if someone else is controlling my body, and exit my room. The occasional torch illuminates my way down the hallway, there flickering light casting my shadow far in front of me.
I catch sight of one guard down an adjacent hall but am able to easily sneak by him with out his notice. I do not even need to cast a spell to become invisible. I ponder while heading down the tall smooth stone steps. Once outside I feel slightly less trapped, the fresh air and light breeze seems to blow away some of the heaviness on my wind flicks my dark hair into my eyes but I can not even care. Exhaling I feel my lips turn up slightly, not a smile but certainly the closest thing I have produced to one in months to one.
With no anticipation or warning my legs begin to move, my leather boots soundless. As my lungs begin to beg for oxygen I push myself harder. With each long stride I attempt to clear my thoughts, to through all the hatred and fear out and behind me. The air is cold promising of snow to come but that only gives relief to my heated muscles.
The polished road eventually turns to brick and then packed dirt. The palace far behind me I begin to feel my heart lighten. As my legs grow tired one of my favorite palaces approaches. A towering oak with branches reaching up to touch the heavens. The thick branches offer an easy climb and the large leaves are perfect to conceal a hidden boy among them.
The bark is warm and welcoming under my hands as I easily hoist myself into the lowest branch. With practiced ease I clamber up and up; my body automatically finding the easiest way to my favorite branch.
A little over half way up the tree where the branches finally begin to start thinning I reach in my opinion the best place to be; wether to sit and think, read a book, look out over others or really anything. There there are three branches close together: one perfect to sit on while leaning against another and resting your feet on the third. Comfortably placed I can finally look down. It is exhilarating climbing up high and then looking down, the land spread out beneath you.
The cool wind has picked up, tossing the branches back and forth. Through the branches above me I can see constellations spreading out painting the sky with sparkling light. The glowing pricks of light always seem so much closer from hear. The books must be right there are other worlds out there. I could use the Bifrost someday and escape hear. Why is it that we Asgarians used to travel to other worlds frequently and now we do not. Odin does not want us to he says that we are to watch over the other realms and interfere only when necessary. But who is he to talk he has traveled all across the different realms. And I do not wish to start wars with them as he expects; I simply wish to get away. I desire to travel there to learn about them. There must be some realm where I will not be judged against Thor...
I lean back the bark pushing through my light tunic. It must have been my run but despite the cool wether I am quite conferrable. Content to sit up in the tree for the rest of the evening I enjoy my own thoughts on traveling to the other realms and the great adventures I would have there.
I apologize the updates have been coming so slowly, I do actually have quite a bit written for later so hopefully they will speed up. Thank you for spending the time to read!