ASGARD (A THOR FANFICTION)

Chapter Eighteen: Burn

When I wake up I can feel how itchy and hurt my eyes are. I can feel the ache in my heart from what happened yesterday and I can feel how ready I am to defend my people. I love Thor. I've loved him since I was a little girl, but there was one thing I had to do that he couldn't help me with at the moment. I had to protect our home.

I know there are men and women who would rather put their life on the line rather than mine, but what they don't understand is I'd rather put my life on the line then put theirs. I don't want anyone to die for me.

I grudgingly get up and go through a nice shower and pull on my red and black leather fighting uniform and brush my hair out. I turn to leave, but stop next to Thor. He's still asleep, but I know he'll wake up. He has to wake up.

"Esmerelda?" I hear Lady Sif say from the door. I suck up my tears and turn to look at her. She waiting with a smile on her face. I smile at her.

"Yes?" I ask.

"There's fighting in the left wing. Some of Sefrina's men have broken in and there fighting hard." Sif says.

"Alright. Let's go." I tell her. I walk over to her and we start our way to the left wing.

"Umm, Esmerelda?" Sif says as we walk. I look over at her and I see that something is really bothering her.

"Yes?" I ask. She looks directly at me and something in the way I look seems to make her make up her mind because she nods to herself and goes on.

"They're fighting with dark magic." She answers. I stop and stare at her.

"What do you mean?" I ask her.

"I don't know how they found it, but somehow they found dark magic and they're using it. Our men are dropping faster than we can replace them right now." Sif says. I nod as we enter the room. Chaos is seen from every angle.

I can hear the clash of sword upon sword, shield against flesh, men shouting in victory or screaming in agony. Women have even picked up swords and began fighting for us. I can tell already that Sefrina's men are in the lead and winning quickly. A black smog seemed to be moving around the room and taking out people with just a whisper of touch. With every person that subdued to it it got stronger and it began to take on a manly form, like it was about to join the battle.

"What the hell is that?" I ask Sif. She swings her sword.

"It's black magic." Sif answers and then she runs straight into battle. She's gone before I scream her name. I watch the magic finally take form and pluck a sword from someone. It even looked like it was smiling. I took a deep breath and decided to pull power from deep inside me. I let my emotions draw inside to that small bundle of electricity buzzing inside of me. I lightly touch it and feel it unfurl, buzzing and I know what I have to do. I feed it to become stronger, gain frequence. I put all my fear, all my love, all my hopes, dreams, pain, and finally rage. The rage I had gained was blindingly white and pure and needed to be let out. I felt it all inside me. I felt the power gain intensity and I felt myself give into it. I felt my body begin to float off the floor and I looked down at the dark magic that was looking up.

"This is my home. You will not take it away from me." I said softly, but it gained it's own intensity and with every word lightning hit the black magic. The minute it touched the magic began to scream. A shrill scream tore through the entire castle and my ears, but I kept going at it. I kept letting lightning strike it and soon enough the magic vaporized and I was finally able to put a clamp on the power.

I dropped to the floor a little shaky and looked up. I saw something I had never seen before. The men that weren't fighting for my home where nothing but standing ashes. They just stood there as if something held them up and then they crumpled to the floor and a fire began to burn around them. I gasped and felt my entire being try to hide what just happened. It was like I didn't want to remember this.