Paris's POV
Well I have now reached my teenage years. Life in Asgard has been incredible. Master Thor and Master Loki have been very kind to me. As well as Odin and Frigga. I finally feel as if I were a part of their family. And I now talk with them instead of staying so quiet. The two brothers were sparring again. They had found out I watched and said it was alright and I was not in trouble. So I watch without having to hide myself. I do not understand why but I have not been feeling very well. My head was hurting and every so often I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. "Paris, how about you spar with Loki?" Master Thor had asked. I was a but nervous to spar with him. He was very good at it and the last time I had sparred was with my father when I was the age of six. "Alright." I said quietly. I formed my weapon and we sparred a bit. He was winning so far but in the middle, something strange happened. I felt the sharp pain again and my head felt as if it was bashed by a large rock. Before I knew it I had cut Master Loki across the arm and kicked him against one of the pillars. It was as if every living thing on my home planet was telling me to hurt him more but I did not listen. Once everything had stopped and I was no longer in pain, I dropped my sword and took off running into my room. I just hurt my best friend.
Once I reached my room I shut the door and pressed my back against it, trying to catch my breath. I slid down the door as tears started to form in my eyes. My mind was racing with a million thoughts all at once. He hates me. They both do I just know it. They want me gone. They want me dead for hurting them. I can't stay here and risk hurting them. I will speak to Heidmal later tonight and I will leave to wherever he may choose for me to go. I'm not worthy of being in their home or Asgard at all. I am not a good person like they had said to me before. I am a bad person and I do not deserve anyone.
