If Fantasies Fell From the Sky

Prologue

—————19 years ago————

Leaves rustle as we run away from Mandy's counting. I run with all my might to the woods, I run and run until it grows dark.

"Ready or not! Here I come!" Mandy screams as loud as she can, but due to how far I am it was more of a faint yelling.

I decide that I should be good to walk around for a while before she tries to come out to find me.

I walk around finding squirrels, chipmunks and a creek near a giant oak tree, which of course I climb. The tree had many branches, but almost all were too thin to stand on, Mandy was still looking for the others in the beginning of the woods.

Movement in the bushes catch my eye when I'm about to climb down.

"Hello?" I say quietly, "is there anyone there?" More stirring happens, "I'm not afraid of you." I say as I shake.

A pair of bright red eyes came out of the bushes. It was a boy, he looked about my age, seven. I tilted my head in curiosity as I looked at him. He was weird looking; his skin was a deep sapphire blue. He had some type of patterns on his forehead that I didn't understand.

"What are you looking at?" He finally say in a British tone.

"You."

"Well, of course. But that's not what I meant." He frowned.

"You asked," I said in a sarcastic tone; I wait a moment, "what are you?"

He scoffs, "I am Loki, Prince of Asgard."

"Is everyone there blue?"

He got quiet, "No."

"Do you want to be friends?"

"I've never had friends."

I laughed, he just looked at me, "Wait, really?"

He nodded.

"You didn't answer my question."

"I guess."

"What's your name? My name is Olive."

"Loki."

After that Loki and I would meet in the woods about every week. My parents had always thought that he was an imaginary friend because of the way I described him. We hang out for about maybe a year or two. Then one day when I went to meet him in the woods he didn't appear, I had lost one of my closest friends as a child. My sister was growing up and liked other things besides playing with her sister, his absence was the first time I ever felt abandoned. I myself even thought he was a pigment of my imagination instead of an actual friend. That is, until he appeared later on in my life, 19 years later.