"Mama?" The little boy asked, his eyes sparkling in awe as he stared at the small specks of dust that disturbed the black sky. He always admired the night. Everyday, as the night fell, the blue haze lifted to reveal these insecurities that the universe had to share. And everyday, he came onto the roof, just to stare at them. It brought a sense of comfort to him. A sense of home that he hadn't found anywehre else.
The woman next to him turned to face him, an unfamiliar shape invading her aged lips. "Yes, dear?"
"Are there really people who live underground," the little boy now stared into her eyes, taking them off from the sky. She was smiling.
"Of course, darling," she said now, with a voice that could cut the hardest of wood into two with just a flick of the knife.
"What are they like," he asked, turning to face the woman.
"They tell the stories of the kind. And yet, they are not," she strokes the boy's cheek, her eyes discovering something new, "They look that of the night sky, and hold the hearts of Loki. They-"
The little boy breaks her off, his eyebrows forming a tiny crease, "Who's Loki?"
The woman let's out a light snicker. She continues, in a honeyed voice, "The God of Mischief, darling. The Father of Monsters. It's said that the people underground worship them."
A light gasp escapes the boy's lips, as his eyes widen into shock and excitement. "Can I meet them?"
The woman chuckles slightly. Her fingers now brush the boy's chin, before snapping it upward to face her. Her voice gets sharp. "My dear, dear boy. Of course not! You don't want to killed, do you?"
The boy's face freezes, "No, Mama. No!"
The woman chuckles again, returning to her normal voice. "That's what I thought, darling. Now, promise me that if you ever come across them, you will kill them."
The boy hesitates. "But-"
"Promise." The woman commands.
"Yes, Mama. I promise."
YOU ARE READING
When You Fall
Fantasy"Did you die?" He asked, eyes full of worry. "Yes, Kare." I spat back. "Oh, ok. I hope you had a nice life. Goodbye now." A character with self-hatred. A character with too much self-love. (This story involves fantasy and romance and elves.)
