The Dark Assassin | Thor: The Dark World [2]

Chapter 2

"Why are you down here?"

2 days. 2 quiet, peaceful days of my 'friend', for lack of a better word, not talking.

"Assassination,"

"Who did you assassinate?"

"The king," He made a humming noise of recognition.

"You're the girl. The one who bit the guard's finger and nearly got the ax,"

"Yes, I am," I growled.

He had shattered my mental paradise again, and I had just finished putting it back together from the last time he shattered it.

"Where are you from?"

"Harudheen,"

"Where?" I paused. I had always struggled to pronounce the name of the realm.

Svar-Svartalfheim,"

"You're a Dark Elf?"

"Do I look like a Dark Elf?" I scoffed.

"Not particularly, no,"

"I don't need to ask where you're from, Äskärdhiksä,"

He must've gotten the message that I wanted nothing to do with him, and left me alone. I smirked, standing up and moving to the middle of my cell, sitting cross-legged and closing my eyes.

I was going to my mental paradise, a technique I used to escape reality. I could go anywhere when I was in my mental paradise. I could go to the plains of Africa, a school filled with children who could do magic, the mountains of Alfheim. I could climb mountains, cross seas, and run across plains. I could do anything.

This time, I was in Maycomb, Alabama, in the year 1929. It was so real. I could hear the sounds of people chattering in a store, see children running around a playground, whatever that was, and smell the flowers Miss Maudie grew in her garden.

But it wasn't the same. Everything was frozen like someone had paused time and I was walking through a memory. Miss Maudie was half-way through the motion of snipping a dead flower from a bush, a child's mouth was frozen open in joy, a ball floating in the air as a teacher called out for them to be careful.

This was what I lost when the Elves took me. A happy life. It was so close I could almost touch it, but at the same time, it was miles away. This is what normal kids got to grow up with.

I could almost picture a house. One with a white picket fence, a single tree in the front yard with a swing. The perfect childhood home. The one with a perfect family.

One with a mom, a dad, a son, a daughter, and a dog. The picturesque, perfect family that was happy with good lives, talented children, and a sweet pet.

I craved this kind of perfect life. The one I would never get, all because of the Elves. They ripped this reality away from me and burned any chance of ever achieving it. I was an assassin, after all. This was the kind of thing that would always be so close, yet so far.

The words my trainer, a foul and senile man with a burning hatred for children, always told me at the start of my lesson echoed through my mind.

Nol ruthiedhith yr liljeth. Vath erve gov.

You cannot love. It poisons the blood.

a/n Original Chapter - 467 words. New Chapter - 496 words.