Loki woke up the next morning, but he thought that the weather was turned on its head. Not a ray of sunlight could be seen by anybody. A very cold wind blew down, and Loki pulled his gloves on. He heard a shutter creak, and his hands went to his staff. Nobody was in sight. So, Loki continued his walk to the mountains. The castle that Vlad had been living in when he died, was at the top of that mountain. It took Loki forty minutes to walk through the thick forest and reach the foot of the mountain. From there, Loki teleported to the top. When he reappeared, he was immediately enveloped by a fog. The white wisps touched his face, and that was what made him shudder. He smelt and tasted something in that fog. Loki could feel death itself, hovering in the air. Loki loosened his staff and held it in his hands, ready for anything.
Loki heard a voice from behind and he drew a dagger from his belt, turning, he threw it. There was a dull thud as the knife sunk deep into a tree, but there was nothing there for it to pierce. Loki called the dagger back to his hand, and sheathed it. The rest of his lonely and nerve wracking (even this was starting to grate on him) walk was like this; Loki hearing voices and reacting, only to discover that nobody was there. When Loki reached the walls of the castle, many of his daggers were nicked. Loki was cursing under his breath, saying how Odin owed him a new set of blades when he returned to Asgard. When Loki stood before the gates, he saw how old and beaten they were, almost as if a mob had attacked and taken the gates by force. It was easy for Loki to push these mortal made gates open. The creak of the hinges echoed throughout the courtyard, and dead leaves blew at Loki's feet. The stench of death was heavy in the air and Loki felt his stomach lurch. Loki walked through the courtyard, careful not to make a sound.
It was the echo of footsteps coming towards him that made Loki look up. He expected to see human archers lining the battlements above him, but he saw no one. Loki still shifted his hands to the center of the staff, and changed it into his two-headed sword. Loki continued with sword raised and his guard up. A slam filled the hollow space and Loki spun around to see a door opened on the other side of the remains of a wooden torture device. Loki raised his eyebrow at it as he walked passed, noting the metal spikes. He entered the door, and looked down the stairs that led into the dark. Loki saw torches along the wall, so, with a magical phrase, he made light. Loki was halfway down the stairs when he heard the door slam closed above him. The torches also went out in a breath of wind that blew through the passage. That was when he heard the voices again, this time more, and closer. A cold hand touched his cheek. Loki lashed out, but missed whoever had laid a hand on him. "He has magic! It flows in his veins! His blood is what we need for our master, Draculesti!" Loki stiffened, but that was when something incapacitated him!
End of Part 3
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The Tales of Loki
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