A Man In Search Of Glorious Purpose: Book One

Prologue:

The sun beat down upon me as I had landed upon my back, the bright sunny sky looked like a clear blue void, after falling through space and time, and landing upon the desert sand, which felt blistering hot, upon my fine leathered royal Asgard clothing, slowly rising I managed to cough a bit from the sand, as it settled at last around me, I got up and looked as two armed Time Police, announced that I was to be arrested. Of all the absurd nonsense!- ME?!- The Crown Prince Of Asgard arrested?, for what??, mere escape, I fully calculated it to happen!, slightly confused I searched for what was my ticket of escape, the blue Tesseract, which was only a few feet away from me, when they picked it up, I had come to believe that I had managed to time travel to the Gobi Desert, in Mongolia- it seemed fitting, or so I thought. as they read me my rights I backed away, ready to fight them off, which probably wasn't my strongest point, only for them to neutralize me....but, since you know what happens then. Lets go back way, way, way back.......

The room was filled with loud but merry music, laughter and cheer, the aroma of cooked Deer, Pheasants basted in savory gravy enough to make a grown man salivate, to the sweet smelling scent of fine wine, harvested from the royal vineyard, all around the room were silk light colored plum drapes, adjacent to tall pillars of gold, everything of course had to look extravagant when your living in the most majestic looking Palace of Asgard. High, above the festivities of the Grand banquet Hall, was the royal living quarters, where the Royal family rested at night, standing atop the banister of the fine porcelain balcony. I looked with eagerness, but it was more a pensive face- I knew this whole celebratory wasn't for me, it was for the first born- my brother Thor, when he was to finally come of age, he was to become king of Asgard. Big joy?, resenting to join in the celebration, I turned back, towards the hallway that lead to my bed chamber. Seeing this as my answer to not wanting to join in a celebration, that wasn't 𝘧𝘰𝘳 me. I decided to delve into my rather large library. Of famous Asgardian authors, finding just the right one, I pulled one from the bookshelf. the book itself was tattered and faded but it's writing was to my liking. I've probably read it several times but it helped me escape the disdain of being younger than Thor, probably glad that I had no Royal responsibilities, but I knew I'd never state my claims of wanting to be  a ruler, but I wanted to become a ruler this was my birthright. I tried to enjoy the book but the feeling overcame me, that I heard a soft but maternal voice blanket and soothe my racing mind, much like a stormy sea, suddenly becoming calm, after hours of churning and lashing waves angrily in the seabed of my mind. "My Son?, why aren't you dressed" a gracefully beautiful woman, with honey golden hair done up in a ravishing loose braid. spoke, her long trailing gown was a shimmery gold dress with light golden trim lining the gown. Almost as if she were the human form of the sun, my adopted Mother Frigga Queen of Asgard.

"I don't want too, it's not really 𝘔𝘺 party now is it?" I scoffed in protest. "Not even for your big brother, wouldn't you want the pleasure in supporting him?" she lightly smiled at me pleadingly, I had every intention of disregarding the invitation, but Thor and I grew up together, I idolized him, I was close to him, I recall a memory of him running down the Palace Hallways atop his shoulders, my arms spread outward, smiling as the two of us as young Princes, had the finest childhood ever!- dreaming big dreams and having quite the mini adventures, even if it was within the Palace walls. I was 15 as he was 17. Seeing as I couldn't win this argument, I sighed and replied to Frigga "Ok, Mother, I'll get dressed and join in the festivities" she smiled and caressed my cheek, as I placed my book down, upon the fine oak side table, in came the chamber Servants, as they hurried me to the wardrobe as they had me spread my arms out as they removed my comfy palace dwelling clothes to the most finest hand crafted clothing, ever adorned by a Crown Prince, I at least favored that title, and role, they had good taste mind you, covering me in a fine emerald green, top and dark brown princely trousers, while strapping on the finest Asgardian boots tailored by the royal cobbler, lastly, placing a dark green royal robe upon my shoulders, fastened by a pure golden pendant. Finally wetting a comb and combing my earlobe length jet black hair. Sitting and waiting patiently, she looked towards me as the Chamberlain removed the wardrobe revealing me, looking prim and proper. The Chamber servant, with a soft rag, made sure my face was spotless, as I had them turn away, as they were no longer needed. "There is my Regal handsome young son!" Frigga got up and came over to me, glancing at how well, my appearance looked. I smiled Nonetheless, at her, as I held out my arm to invite her to accompany me to the Royal Banquet, down below. As we left my Bed Chamber, it was time for me to put on a face of support as well as an admirable face, for this Banquet was about to change my big Brother's life- as well as mine.....