The Horns that Fit

Chapter 5

*10 years later*

For much of my spare time now these days, I have spent it in the library. I submited myself to the piles upon piles of literature. From the basic spells and fantasy stories told by common people to complex illusions of some the most horrid creatures know to walk the world. I have even mastered the art of creating items such as tea and other small treats. At times, when I wish to practice a bit more, I would go find a gaurd and mess with him. Draw out his fear and watch him get scared. Or I'll make him see a clone of himself. I do admit it, I have too much fun doing it.
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The book in my hand started to get repeative. The character, a girl who wants everything and everyone, was stuck in a rut, but her actions kept her wanting more. I closed the book and set it aside. Diaval, nestled next to me on the arm rest, stretched his wings. His yellow beak opened and then closed. "Do you want any tea?" I asked, standing up and stretching too. I wrapped a black and purple cloak around me(I found a sewing book). Diaval flew on to my shoulders just as I opened the door. A cold blast of air rushed passed us. "Has someone let the fire die out?" The chilly hall was unusually dark for being the early evening. My foot falls echoed loudly. The stone walls exposed their natural beauty. My heart fell as I walked into throne room. Bare. Empty. Naked. Everything was gone. The thrones. The tapestries. The rugs. It was all gone. "Mother?!!? Come quick!! Someone stole all of our things!!!" My voice died out instantly. "Mother?! Father?! Kellen?! Hello?!" I called out. The empty hallways and skeleton rooms were an unsettling site. Quickly ran to the kitchen, but there was nothing. Not even a single pot. The garden is where I went next. Everything was dug out except for my black flower friend. The only thing that stood in a sea of dirt. Thinking this was some sorta cruel joke, i searched every inch. From my parent's room to the dark dungeon below. I made my way back to the throne room. My jaw hung clenched up involuntarily as my knees gave up. My body lay on the cold and unforgiven floor. Hot tears stung my face. 'Everything. They took everything and left me here. They left me. Why?' I still lay in the spot, unmoved as night fell. My mind slipped between dark and light throughout the young night. During the later part of the night, I was awoken by an enormous crash followed by the sound of crumbling stone nearby, however I did not move as I felt tiny pieces hit my face. I embraced if death paid a visit tonight.
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Night turned into day. Days tuned into weeks and weeks turned into months. I have grown very pale and sick. I undoubtedly knew I was going to die soon. Diaval, bless his little heart, would go find what food he could and bring it back. Mostly they were worms or a piece of twin. I didn't eat them, but took it anyway. I think he's beginning to realize I was leaving soon. I would fall asleep late one of these nights and wake up somewhere else. My nightly fatigue washed over me. My eyes got really heavy. I let them fall. "...Loki, we shouldn't be here. Father might find out." I heard a deep voice say. "Thor, she's dying. I am not going to leave her by herself." A second voice said. I saw a pair of black boots and the end of a dark green coat at the entrance of the room. A second pair of boots appeared behind him. They both came up to me, causing me to look up at one of them. I made out a pale face with slick, raven black hair. My eyes shut before I felt something around my waist and lifting me up. Diaval screeched out in protest. "...let me...go..." I weakly spoke. I barely heard myself. "We're getting you out of here. Heimdall, open up the Bifrost!!" A sudden bright light flooded the entire room. My head got light and I couldn't keep open my eyes. The last thing I remember was feeling extremely cold.