Persuasion »Quicksilver

Dark Times

Where am I?

White noise. All I can hear is white noise buzzing persistently in my head, through my veins. Yet I feel so unattached. As if I'm floating. I'm cloaked in Blackness, a dark so deep it could not be described as nothing and yet that is what it is. I have an odd feeling there is something around me, but I can't feel anything with any sense.

Where am I?

I try to open my mouth, to wiggle my fingers, to do anything. Nothing happens, I can't feel anything! Only panic rising, beating like a drum beat with increasing tempo.

"Who are you?"

A voice splits the deafening silence, demanding and curious at  the same time. I can feel someone, feel their mind, if I could just get closer maybe-

"Stop." The voice sounds again, sharper. "Who are you? What are you?"

"Where am I?" I ask, my voice sounding oddly distant.

The other voice chuckles lowly.

"You don't know? Interesting. Tell me, are you a mortal?"

"I...yes I am."

"Hmm. And yet, not quite."

I feel as if a blindfold has been lifted off my eyes, revealing a bright glittering room with high ceilings and intricate paintings decorating the walls.  A man sits before me on a tall gold throne, in a dark suit matching his shoulder length hair. He surveys me with cold green eyes, and I fight the urge to bow or run.

"Interesting." He repeats, a smirk dancing on his lips.

I frown.

"Where am I?" I also repeat while glaring at him, which only makes him smirk more.

"You do not know?"

"Well, I wouldn't have asked if I knew, would I?" I sigh, rolling my eyes.

He laughs, yet he sits up straighter looking closer at me. "You are sure you are mortal?"

I nod firmly. Now I can see and feel my body, the panic has only deepened. I have no idea where I am, or who this man is- despite the odd feeling I should. Suddenly I feel as if someone is rummaging through my mind- I forcefully push them back, clashing against them. The man before me laughs.

"You wish to know where you are, which I can answer. However that is not the only answer you seek. You want to know how."

"Where am I?" I yell, ignoring the bait. The man stands slowly and begins to walk towards me. I refuse to step back, standing tall as he comes closer.

"Asgard."

I blink.
"Asgard."

A laugh escapes me, but the man does not react. He only raises an eyebrow. Dread falls on me. I open my mouth to speak, before snapping it shut again. When I try again, my mouth feels impossibly dry.