Electrostatic

Alfheim

Alfheim

"Many a fair skin hides a foul mind." - Eyrbyggja Saga

"Take heed on your journey Alison, I will come for you do not loose faith, be safe and tell no one of your true self. I love you." I was lost in his tears.

"Is this goodbye?" my voice cracked.

"Till we meet again, Lady Alison." his lips drew close as before tenderly brushing mine, I needed more if this was it. I would take as much of him with me as possible.

The kiss deepened as a cool chain was clasped round my neck, the same silver locket I had worn the day I spent with Thor. Merely a trinket it possessed no value, it was made of no particular unique metal and was not embellished, only something was different.

"Ally don't forget me." His tears burned as they dropped to my skin, a sharp twinge twisted my chest the silly little shortened name touched me.

"I won't, I shan't, I shall find my way back my love." My sobs covered my almost hysteric pitch.

A sonic boom crackled as a whirl pool of coloured energy emerged within the golden arch. Leaving Thor's embrace and backing into the Bifrost, a symphony of hoofs and clanging swords vibrated through the dome.

"HAULT!" Odin himself charged forward on Sleipnir an eight legged stallion, his enraged expression was the last vision of Asgard I witnessed as the blue tentacles of light threw my body backwards to my escape.

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Swirling every atom of me was... swirling.

I was stationary hunched on the ground, the sweet smell of soil clawed the walls of my lungs. My vision was dappled with spots of varying grey coloured marks, the Bifrost I assumed was a journey that eased with experience. My mind felt as if it had been forced out of my skull and poured in once more.

The events that had transpired seconds ago ran through my mind as an action scene, the gravity of my whereabouts not quite fully having effect. I felt selfish thinking about what I should do next, should I begin to discover where I am, when I left behind chaos? What would be the repercussions of my actions, will Thor be punished? I cannot help what I am, or what I seem to have become.

I had landed in a copper coloured forest, autumn was well under way, the fallen leaves creating a crunch as I rose to my feet. The light dappled through the patch work canopy carving a dimly lit pathway, according to the sun it was dusk, the sky erupted with pastils. The sun was setting on the horizon as I reached an opening, I stood on the very edge of the brush, I found myself peering down to a small village.

Simple scaled, clay roof tops stood atop of red brick houses, the dirt roads were dusted yet they flickered. Pearl shimmered tiles began to replace the worn roads. Gazing across the valley before me the whole image distorted, as if I was staring at a computer screen, the little village of fables began to fade and in its place electric fields sprouted from the sky, falling to the ground.

The illusion of a rural setting dissolved, in its place towered transparent white tubules, the entire city looked crystallised. Orbs of light hurtled above the prominent pearl palace, silver shimmers were visible bustling around the streets, they were small but alive.

A great glow of gas was traveling towards me, the speed it was travelling increased it would be childish to turn and flee. Halting a few inches from my face, the gas contorted into unimaginable shapes as if a message was attempting to be conveyed.

Broken, robotics became clear as squeals of frequency and clicks were expressed from the floating sphere.

"Alison. Lady of Royals. Your protection is our service. Welcome to land of the Light Elves, Alfheim." Orange fumes cloaked me rushing into every access point, my nose was on fire, my eyes stung, the feeling of acid like fluid rushing through my veins.

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Omniscient Narrator POV:

Alison's body floated limp covered in golden dust, unconscious yet wary she was transported to the infirmary. It was here where her vendetta would commence.

Alfheim the gracious land of light and beauty, settlement of the Light Elves, luminous creatures more angelic than the sun. A worthy comparison as the Elves themselves levitate so freely clouded in golden ash, easily mistaken for fire or star vapour. Their alluring charm is much as a curse as it is a gift, the race is forced to cloak their very existence from the universe it deems home. For their beauty attracts the very darkest of suiters.

The medical mercenaries crowd around their first outer world creature in well over a millennia, she was truly astounding such a healthy and glorious species. A collectable to some, she was one of few humanoids in existence.

"Son of Odin Allfather, Thor. The one whom has entrusted us with such precious cargo. Nobody is to know of her survival." The matron announced to the team that had began to insert a variety of needles around Alison's shackled down frame.

White engulfed Lady Alison, she witnessed broken and frail scenes, was she dreaming? Images of a world unknown to her, her memory could not cope with such levels of intellect. Millions of facts and figures were being forced upon her sight. She knew of the land, the inhabitance even the alchemists book crypt within the white carved town. Visions of elves and strange species ran through her mind as she floated through the inner city. The rooms and purposes of the palace, the medical wing stung to step into, faces all the same crowded together merging into a golden gas cloud. She was viewing life in this haven of a crystallite, the walls flickered and shone her sight began to ache as the light became too bright.

Alison's POV:

Alfheim, the features of aciculate Elves surrounded me, their complexion pale and frightening, a pair of obsidian eyes largely dominated the upper portion of their faces. Four jagged lines ran parallel on either side of their bulbous head capturing a gill like resemblance. They were strange yet oddly intriguing, they possessed an elegance so grand they were above godlike.

"What length am I to reside here?" my tone possessed a new found confidence.

"For as long as you are ready to take your rightful place as savior of Asgard." The monotone matron softly barked.

"I see word travels fast when you have a revolution on your hands." If the universe looked to me as their liberation, a willing leader I would become.