Elena Lokidottir, or at least that's what she's known as on Asgard.
Her parental linage is a mystery to everyone, bar a few silenced souls, even to her two uncles who might as well be her parents.
See how the young goddess cope's as she tries to lea...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Golden light dribbled over the land like syrup on toast. The leaves shimmered like a mirror flecked mosaic and the morning dew sparkled on the bejewelled cobwebs and grass. In the early morning, daylight unwraps the hues of the world, the colours that bring a gentle passion to the soul.
The sound of a child's bare feet patter against the marble floor, acting as a bridge between the rich grassy lawns, a trail of gentle imprints of small feet whispering the direction of their journey.
Through a green arch of vegetation, past rows of blooming roses and tulips lied a stone. Weathered marble mixed with gold and silvers reflected the early morning glare of the amber rays, except for the ingrained words that stood out despite the brightness.
A deep green flower was placed in front, the tips a soft yellow, as if they were painted on. Magic particles hovered close to it's side, as deep brown undertones of the creation.
"Look! I can do it now, without anyone's help," short bursts of excitement burst through her quiet words. "I hope your proud."
The flower laid to rest on the stone below, its green petals reflecting against the specks of gold, competing with the morning sun.
"I miss you... It's been over a year now."
A silent tear fell. A whole year went by without Asgards mischievous prince, he missed his nieces graduation into the high level young warriors group, her finding her feet with Asgardian magic and history which was taught by his mother instead of him. Most of all, she had her first birthday without him.
The soft morning glow soon dimmed, grey clouds pulled to cover it's place. With the slow rustle of leaves steadily increasing, it was as if the realms itself could feel grief.
"Elena, honey it's time for your lesson. We're going to try some telepathic skills today." A calming voice came from behind the crouched girl, the woman bend down to be at her level. "You know, I remember teaching your uncle Loki this exact trick, it was always one of his favourites."
The young princess turned round to her grandmother, taking her hand and letting her guide her away from her sorrows.
Some time had passed, a whole day in fact. It was now the evening, time for everyone's favourite part, the feast hall. After a day of hard training or labour for the Asgardians or a school day for the children, all palace members were tired and ready for their evening meal gathered round like a large unorganised family.
Like usual the king and queen sat at the head, their son to one side and their granddaughter next to his. Elena ate quietly, not understanding nor caring for the usual adult conversations happening around her, wishing to be allowed to sit round the childrens table instead. Sif would try strike up a conversation with her, most of the time Elena would entertain it, but tonight she had other things on her mind.
Gazing across the room she watched as a small blonde haired boy just a year older than her walk towards the door, waving over to her as he scurred out. Instantly, the brunette whipped her head round to her uncle, her best pleading face on.
