Burden - A Loki Fan Fiction

PART 1: Chapter 1

PART 1
A time of legend
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Today is an important day. I will have my exam to become an asgardian palace mage. Some may say it's not that impressive since it wouldn't be that different to getting the rank of a beginner healer or guard. But that doesn't matter to me, what I really care about is the library. By getting my rank I would get access to the mages wing in the palace and, as such, access to the second library of the palace that isn't open to the public, and that has many incredible books that I have longed to read for many decades.

I had my name called and I got up from the wooden chair and slowly entered the room. There was a long table at which three old men were seated, that I recognised to be great masters of magic that I had admired for years. There was also a young man that looked around my age. His hair black of colour and eyes green as emeralds.

One of the older men spoke with a hoarse voice while looking at the paper in his hand.

"It was written here that your name is Freya, but the last name was left blank. Was there a mistake?".

"No. I do not officially have a last name since I don't know who my father is".

"I'll just write it down as 'Neinamn' (means no name)".

I looked at the other two men as they judged me. They judged me for being a bastard. I could feel my chances of being accepted getting lower and lower.

Another man talked while taking over the papers.

"It says here that in the written exams you were the only one to get a perfect score".

I saw the young man glance at the paper and then back at me, his green eyes seeming to scan me as if I was some criminal that had to confess.

"Curious".

Said the third and oldest man.

"We shouldn't drag this on any longer. Let's begin the magical examination".

I took a deep breath and then calmed my nerves as I exhaled.

At first they had me doing some basic spells that I had perfected many years ago. Then I saw the black haired man whisper something to the others and they nodded. The oldest man spoke.

"We see your skills are beyond those of the lowest rank. We could test you now to place you in a higher rank. It is your choice, you are admitted either way".

"I passed!".

I exclaimed. Then, noticing their judging eyes, I straightened myself and adjusted my clothes. With a solemn voice I said:

"Yes, I would be honoured to be tested further".

They asked me to perform spells that were slowly getting stronger and stronger. But after some time I got bored, since they were progressing to slow with the difficulty.

"If you don't mind my comment. This spells are quite weak, could we move up faster with the difficulty?".

I felt the green eyed gaze on me.

"Is that so?".

Said the old man while raising an eyebrow.

"Then how about you give us your strongest spell so we can asses it".

"I would, but I fear the room would be destroyed".

A small chuckle came from the young man.