Finding Freedom, Loki's Story.

chapter 5

Britney's POV

The twilight hour might be my favorite hour of the day. Some people may say it's when the earth goes to sleep but on the contrary, I think it's when it wakes up. As the sun slowly sets in the horizon it's celibrated by an array of dancing colors which sends it on it's way to the west. Just after the sun sets, the howl of cyotes can be heard across the plains, as if either mourning the loss of the sun or celibrating the coming of the moon. then the smaller life appears. First the crickets start singing, then the fireflies turn on thier lightshow. And before long you have a full performance by nature itself, all existing together in perfect harmony.

That is, until Loki made an appearance.

I was sitting cross-legged next to my house, looking over the valley behind it when he came storming out. I didn't turn to look at him. I didn't even move. I stayed there transfixed as he stormed up to me and halted a few feet away. "I want answers. Now."

"Well, good evening to you too." I threw back, my voice dripping with distain. He had after all, ruined my favorite moment of the evening.

"Shut up!" He yelled back. "Who are you and why am I really here?!"

"I'm Britney. And according to your father, you're here so I can "fix" you."

"He's not my father. And I don't need fixing. Tell me the truth!" At that moment I stood up and faced him, ready to show my position of dominance, but also ready to surprise him with my answers.

"No you're right! You don't need fixing! You need freedom!" I yelled back. His face turned from rage to confusion in an instant then slowly back to rage as he got over the shock of what I said.

"I need freedom? Then why am I still stuck here with you?" His teeth were gritted and his fists were balled, shaking from anger. Has he always had blue eyes?

I took a step forward and gently but firmly said, "because freedom doesn't come from the world around us. Freedom comes from in here." I placed my pointer finger in the center of his forehead, motioning to his brain.

"And what's that supposed to mean?!" He yelled in response.

"You have a slave mind, therefore, you live as a slave. You don't know how to be the master of your thoughts. You can't examine you're own thoughts so you have no choice but to think them! And because you think every thought that comes into your head the dark powers of the universe have taken you over. So yes, until you find your true freedom and become who you were really destined to be, you'll stay here under my watch! Do I make myself clear?" We were staring into each other's eyes. His gaze was intense, but that's not what shocked me. Over that period of time his eyes changed from an icy blue to emerald green. Then his expression grew calmer.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Forgive me." He finally said, breaking his gaze.

"Loki you have to learn how to get your mind under control." I said very seriously. "The way you are now, you're a loose canon."

"Then teach me." he spoke very sticatically but his voice was laced with desperocity.

"Loki I can't just teach you. You have to figure it out, just like I did."

"Well that's just wonderful. What's the purpose of me even being here then?" He answered. He was getting frustrated again so I quickly changed the subject.

"Loki sit down." I said as I took my seat again on the dusty ground.

"Why?"

"Just sit" He did, slowly, and crossed his legs like me. He turned his gaze to the horizon.

"Listen." I said. He did, and once it was completely silent, the cyotees could be heard yelping again. I kept an eye on loki to see his reaction. The more he listened to creation's meledy and saw it's lightshow the more in awe he became."

"It's beautiful." He said. I nodded in response.

We must've sat there for a good ten minutes just listening to the sounds of nature before I felt a familure tug in my chest. 'Really? Now?' I tought. There was the tug in my chest again. 'Well okay, here I go then.'

"Loki give me your hands." I said suddenly. He turned to me and stared at me as if I had suddenly grown a second head.

"Excuse me?"

"Well they hurt don't they? Give them here." I said turning to face him and gesturing for him to put his hands in mine. He looked skeptical, but eventually he did. I took his blistered and bloodied hands, put them together, and covered then with mine. Then I closed my eyes and began to pray. "Pain, I rebuke you in the name of Jesus. I command that you leave Loki's body. And in the name of Jesus and all the power that it holds, I command these hands to heal." I spoke with authority, and when I was done I let go of Loki's hands and opened my eyes. His eyes were is big as saucers. He was examinng his hands with awe.

They were completely healed.

"So who's this Jesus?" He asked in shock.

"You're finally asking the right questions."